Even though Minamoto Tamako was clueless about the political intrigue in officialdom, she vaguely sensed something was wrong at this moment.

But she really had no idea where this uneasy feeling was coming from, so she could only ask Fushimi Roku's opinion. Coincidentally, Fushimi Roku was a Tai Chi master, and with a light remark, "Instead of guessing blindly, why not ask Chief Kujo directly," he shifted the problem away, truly Japan's number one non-stick pan.

Minamoto Tamako had no choice but to call again, but unfortunately, Kujo Yua's phone was busy again, it seemed she wouldn't have time to chat with her daughter tonight.

"Should we go and help?" Minamoto Tamako couldn't sit still. With such a major incident happening, she felt it was her responsibility as a Police Department officer.

"Going there would just be a hindrance, just stay home and rest." Fushimi Roku turned off the TV, planning to return to his room to rest.

Minamoto Tamako was very anxious, the feeling of not being able to do anything was terrible, she pondered waiting until tomorrow when her mom was free to call and find out what exactly was going on.

Taira Sakurako seized the opportunity to seamlessly switch over to playing games on the TV.

Unfortunately, her plan was seen through by Fushimi Roku, who grabbed her by the neck and dragged her back to her room, ordering her to go to bed obediently.

"I'm not going to school tomorrow, so why sleep so early?" Taira Sakurako wanted to keep playing, looking like a teenage gaming addict.

"How come you're not going to school?" Fushimi Rokushin thought to himself if you're not going, isn't my tuition wasted?

"It's not safe outside," Taira Sakurako learned to play the pity card, and she already had practical experience: "I'm scared, what if I get kidnapped again?"

Seeing this, Minamoto Tamako felt heartbroken to death, she quickly embraced Taira Sakurako, softly saying, "If you don't want to go, then don't, tomorrow I'll ask the school for leave for you so you can stay home and rest for a while..."

As she spoke, she pulled Taira Sakurako into her own room, planning to sleep with her tonight to comfort her emotions thoroughly.

"Then where do I sleep tonight?" Fushimi Roku was unwilling to let the duck that was in his mouth fly away.

"You sleep in your own room, now that Uesugi Shion is gone... hmpf, I get angry thinking about how I lent her this room to live in back then!" Minamoto Tamako raised her little eyebrows and pouted her little mouth: "Pretending to be crazy and dumb to exploit others' kindness, how hateful!"

With that said, she pulled Taira Sakurako into the room and shut the door behind her.

Taira Sakurako wanted to say she could heal by playing games, but Minamoto Tamako disagreed; how could the stimulation of the virtual world compare to the warmth of the real world? She wanted to personally heal and convert Sakurako, to let her have a homecoming experience.

Taira Sakurako's plan fell apart, feeling like a lose-lose situation.

Fushimi Roku stood outside the door for a while but still didn't knock, that little rascal Sakurako was too precocious, if he clung to Minamoto Tamako, she might notice something... although it was of no consequence, he inexplicably felt a bit embarrassed.

It's better not to let kids know about adult matters.

Fushimi Roku used a key to open his room door, ever since the bedroom was lent to Uesugi Shion, there have always been clangs and bangs inside, Minamoto Tamako even stepped on a trap at the door, there's no guarantee Uesugi Shion wouldn't leave a little surprise.

He cautiously pushed the door open, it was pitch black inside, the living room light shone in, revealing a lot of messy building materials stuffed inside.

There were wooden boards, iron shelves, paint buckets, plastic sheeting, several bundles of steel bars... someone who didn't know better might think his room became a construction site, undergoing a full renovation.

It's worth mentioning that earlier during dinner, Fushimi Roku and Minamoto Tamako were still in a co-living situation, he had Minamoto Tamako return to her room to get a cup, which was actually her room.

This room had not been opened until now.

Fushimi Roku hadn't ruled out the possibility of leaving clues in the room, but he didn't think Uesugi Shion would make such a low-level mistake.

If Uesugi Shion thought there might be clues in the room revealing her location, she could have set a fire before leaving to burn the apartment clean.

"Moshi moshi."

Fushimi Roku called out into the room, unsurprisingly, there was no response. He went to the balcony to get a clothes rack, extending it into the room to switch on the lights.

With a light click, the lights came on, Fushimi Roku surveyed the room and spotted the bed among a pile of clutter.

He moved like a blind man, using the clothes rack to test the ground around him, only moving forward when he felt it was safe.

After wandering around for a while, he didn't find anything dangerous.

Uesugi Shion seemed to have cleaned everything up before leaving... when she lived there, it certainly wasn't like this.

Fushimi Roku used the clothes rack to push aside the building materials, carefully inspecting them, but found nothing unusual, just ordinary building materials, somewhat worn, with the building materials factory name stamped on the steel pipes:

"Uesugi Building Materials Factory"

Hmm, nothing much to investigate here, it's obvious.

As for the original purpose of these building materials, Fushimi Roku probably had a guess or two.

Uesugi Shion had likely installed plenty of cameras and bugs at home, this kind of surveillance equipment was quite bulky in this day and age, and the range couldn't be too far, which is why she needed to set traps to scare away Minamoto Tamako and others, in case someone accidentally stumbled in and discovered the surveillance equipment, or she might have set up some hidden compartments to store the equipment.

Looks like he would have to make do for the night here.

Fushimi Roku sighed, poking the bed with the clothes rack. Fortunately, Uesugi Shion had standards, the bedding was very clean, likely because she slept here every night.

He put the clothes rack aside, lay down on the bed to prepare for sleep, and as he leaned back, he felt something hard against his waist, making it uncomfortable.

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