Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 7 Free Lesson

"Is there any hallucinogen in turtle soup?" asked Yuan Yuzi.

"No."

"Has the boy ever had turtle soup before?" asked Gen Yuzi.

"No."

"Is the boy's suicide related to other people?" asked Yuan Yuzi.

"no."

……

She asked more than a dozen questions in a row and constructed four or five inferences of the truth, but the results were all wrong and the questions did not get to the point.

"Why is it so difficult?" Yuan Yuzi clicked his tongue in his heart.

One person asking questions continuously can help the other person eliminate wrong options and provide ideas for solving the problem. Since even she has no clue, Fushimi Shika must be confused too. This guy has been silent all the time, so I guess his brain must be burning with smoke...

She turned her head and looked at Fushimi Shika, only to find that this guy wasn't thinking at all.

The latter picked up the paintbrush at some point and continued to draw lines on the white paper.

Yuan Yuzi gritted her teeth secretly, thinking how could this guy be so arrogant that he didn't even take this reasoning duel seriously! If I had known earlier, I would have made a bet with him and let him have a taste of the regret after losing and kneeling on the ground!
"Fushimi-san," she reached out and tugged at the corner of Fushimi's clothes, "Don't you have anything to ask?"

"Have you finished asking questions?" Fushimi Shika put down his pen.

"almost."

"Have you deduced the truth?"

"Not yet..."

"Then let me ask," Fushimi Shika moved the drawing board away and asked casually, "Do boys hate turtle soup?"

Xiu Ze hesitated for a second: "Yes."

Yuan Yuzi was stunned and thought, what kind of question is this? Is personal preference also part of the answer?
"Is the boy suffering from depression?" Fushimi Shika asked again.

"Yes." Xiu Ze's answer speed became obviously faster.

"Then the answer is obvious," Fushimi said, "The boy drank the most disgusting turtle soup, and he was in a bad mood, so he committed suicide."

"Ah?" Yuan Yuzi said, "How is it possible..."

"That's right." Xiu Ze nodded: "This is the answer to the riddle."

The Q&A session ended so quickly that Yuan Yuzi didn't react for a while.

Her little brain was buzzing. She was thinking, that's it? Where's the clue? Where's the twist? Where's the plot? Is it just a depressed person who committed suicide because he was in a bad mood?
"Then, then, then why did you say "a blind boy" in the riddle? The answer has nothing to do with blindness!" Gen Yuko questioned.

"I got depression because I was blind," Xiu said in a low voice.

Too careless, isn't it?!

Gen Yuzi was not convinced. She thought Fushimi Shika was just lucky, like a blind cat catching a dead mouse, and she kept pestering him to compete again.

Fushimi Shika did not take advantage of her to increase the stakes, nor did he ask for any challenge fee. He just agreed with the look of an adult looking at a child.

The next thirty minutes were a nightmare that Yuan Yuzi would never forget.

Xiu Ze came up with three original answers, and she didn't win a single game.

No matter how she guessed, deduced, thought, or even tried to be clever by asking Fushimi Shika to ask first, it was all in vain. As soon as Fushimi Shika opened his mouth, he would definitely deduce the answer within three questions.

This was the first time that Yuan Yuzi was crushed by someone in terms of intelligence. Her heart was about to burst and her brain was congested with blood, but she was still helpless.

If it happened once, it could be considered luck; if it happened twice, it could be considered coincidence; but if it happened three times in a row, Yuan Yuzi could no longer deceive herself.

What scared her the most was that she lost three games in a row and didn't realize how Fushimi Shika won.

"Can you read minds? Or do you have some superpowers?" She stared at Fushimi Shika: "So that's why you unconsciously look over other people's heads?" "Is it so difficult to admit your failure?" Fushimi Shika asked back.

Yuan Yuzi stammered for a while, then lowered his head unwillingly: "Okay, I lose."

Then, she grabbed Fushimi Shika's clothes and said with a blushing face: "But how did you do it? Can you tell me your reasoning?"

"It's 500 yen per session to answer your questions," Fushimi Shika held out her hand. "Not expensive, right? It's just the price of a bowl of ramen. No cheating."

Life in the police academy is really too boring, so teasing her is actually quite stress-relieving.

"Ok."

Gen Yuzi pouted and pulled out a piggy bank wallet from her uniform pocket.

Fushimi Shika took a quick look and saw that the piglet's belly was bulging with a roll of 500 yen bills printed with Fukuzawa Yukichi's head. Gen Tamako stretched out her little finger and dug around inside, pulling out a yen coin and handed it to him with a straight face.

Is there really a rich girl who comes to the police academy to ask for trouble? Fushimi Shika was a little surprised.

He took the coin, flicked his finger, and the metal disc drew an arc in the air and fell in front of Xiu Ze.

The latter caught it in a hurry, nodded, said sorry, then moved the chair and left.

"Huh?" Yuan Yuzi was stunned.

"You haven't reacted yet?" Fushimi Lu said, "I bribed the person who asked the questions. No matter what you ask, he will only answer no."

In Fushimi Kaka's eyes, Hideki's evil habit can be described in four words:

"Money is life"

Yuan Yuzi said tremblingly: "So, your answer..."

"That's right, it's all nonsense. No matter what I say, he will only answer 'yes'." Fushimi Shika raised the corners of his mouth and was in a good mood.

"You, you, you're not cheating!!"

When Yuan Yuzi gets emotional, she starts to stutter.

"Crime is an act of fraud that goes beyond the framework. Would the murderer play mind games with you within the established rules?" Fushimi Shika said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Yuan Yuzi retorted: "All murders have traces to follow, as long as..."

"Let me give you an example. If someone pushes a stranger down the mountain while climbing a mountain while wearing gloves, how would you investigate this case?" asked Fushimi Shika.

Yuan Yuzi said: "How can someone kill someone for no reason? The motive is not valid..."

Fushimi Shika pointed at her with a pencil and said, "In 1983, a cliff fall occurred in Fukuoka Prefecture. There were no witnesses and no suspects. The police spent a lot of manpower to investigate and found that there was another person climbing the mountain that day. After interrogation, that person admitted that he pushed the victim off the cliff."

Just as Yuan Yuzi was about to speak, Fushimi Shika changed the subject:
"But! After the suspect hired a lawyer, he changed his confession and claimed that he was tortured by the police. The prosecutors did not have enough evidence to charge him. The final result was that the suspect was acquitted and the police officer resigned, which indirectly promoted the formulation of the law in Japan that "the suspect's confession is valid evidence."

Fushimi Shika stretched out his finger and pointed to a number: "Do you know what percentage of criminal cases in Japan are caused by such inexplicable impulse murders?"

"One hundred, eight percent?" Yuan Yuzi stared at his fingers.

"Eighty percent."

Fushimi Shika put down his pen, looked down at her, and continued:

"How can there be so many cases in the world that are as complicated as puzzles? The process of investigating a case is not to find evidence first and then identify the suspect through the evidence; rather, guess a suspect first and then look for evidence within this range."

"As long as we identify the suspect, the game is over."

"This is also the reason why detectives have been eliminated by the times. They were not valid from the beginning and were just an intellectual game based on logic. They were replaced by criminal psychology. The consultants hired by the police are no longer detectives but criminal psychology experts - because humans themselves are the most uncertain and chaotic factor in the reasoning process."

“This is the first lesson I’m going to teach you for free.”

Fushimi Shika blew on the drawing paper. His portrait assignment for the day was completed.

(End of this chapter)