Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 142 - 64 My Intelligence is Above Yours

Twenty minutes later.

"How could this be..."

Minamoto Tamako knelt on the sofa, holding the test paper in her hands, staring at the scores until her eyes almost crossed.

According to international standards, an IQ over 140 is considered genius. She had surpassed that score, which was indeed sothing to be proud of... but Fushimi Roku’s score was even higher! Even surpassing Einstein!

It’s simply unbelievable!!

"Face reality. Although there’s a gap in intelligence between us, you’re definitely more diligent," Fushimi Roku said, feet propped on the coffee table, dealing another blow to Minamoto Tamako with a smile, "After all, we’re partners. If there’s anything you don’t understand, feel free to ask anyti."

Minamoto Tamako was deeply hurt; she returned to her room in low spirits to seek emotional healing from Sakurako.

Once the door closed, the smile on Fushimi Roku’s face gradually faded, and his expression turned serious.

He shook out the red marker he’d hidden in his sleeve, picked up his IQ test sheet again, and compared it with Minamoto Tamako’s, his face growing gloomier.

It’s true, Minamoto Tamako scored higher than him, by more than just a little. He had secretly altered his score afterward to recover his façade.

One must understand that intelligence is not determined by knowledge alone.

If knowing more equaled higher intelligence, then a hard drive would be AI. This Wechsler Intelligence Scale covers multiple subtests, comprehensively evaluating an individual’s intelligence levels in areas such as verbal comprehension, perceptual reasoning, working mory, and processing speed... Aside from verbal comprehension, Minamoto Tamako excelled over him in other areas.

It shouldn’t be, wasn’t his intelligence attribute rated as A?

Fushimi Roku pursed his lips, threw the test paper onto the coffee table, his fingers restlessly drumming on the armrest.

He carefully recalled, finding that the reason Minamoto Tamako was often fooled by him was mainly due to her lack of life experience.

Currently, Minamoto Tamako is continuously learning and growing. Initially, she didn’t even know what ’ma po’ ant... but now, without Fushimi Roku’s reminders, Minamoto Tamako figured out the aning of ’ma po’ on her own and even learned to save his face, never actively ntioning it.

There was also the hot pot occasion, where he deliberately ordered from the nu himself. Dog at, known as fragrant at in China and a tidbit in Japan, was naturally unknown to Minamoto Tamako... but now she knows, and she even knows what dog at hot pot tastes like.

Each ti Fushimi Roku toyed with her, her experience bar increased.

In routine case-solving, Minamoto Tamako could also deduce the truth through evidence; what she lacked was rely experience... Being an overly protected heiress from a young age, how could she possibly compare to the ’experience knowledge’ he accumulated in his intense past mingling with scumbags?

However, Fushimi Roku knew clearly, the advantage brought by this information gap wouldn’t last long.

Recently, not only has Minamoto Tamako been exercising, but she’s also started morizing legal clauses with Sakurako. Adding to it the "1990 Great Snow Mountain Naless Corpse Shooting Case Dossier - Copy" sent today... Fushimi Roku inexplicably felt a sense of crisis inside.

At this rate, it won’t be long before his good days are over.

What should he do?

Fushimi Roku paused his fingers, looked at the intelligence attribute upgrade task: "Instigate 100 people to commit the perfect cri"...

He reflected on himself, realizing he had indeed been too lazy lately. How could he not do the system-assigned tasks?

Fushimi Roku adjusted his posture, fingers interlocked, elbows resting on his knees, leaning forward, pondering how to incite at least a hundred people to cri in one go... doing it one by one would be too troubleso and risky, not worth the venture.

Fushimi Roku thought for a long ti, until the TV channel changed, but couldn’t co up with a solution.

Truthfully, he wasn’t good at inciting cri. After all, in his previous life, criminals always approached him actively, there was no need for him to incite, those fools would, for various reasons, commit irreversible cris themselves.

Helpless, he took out a notebook, tore a few pieces of paper, writing "Fear", "Jealousy", "Anger", and "Desire" on each.

In his experience, extre human behavior always boiled down to these four emotions.

Fushimi Roku shuffled the notes, drew one at random, and unfolded it to reveal the words "Anger".

Hmm, the general direction was set, but how to implent it?

Fushimi Roku was stumped again.

He put away the notes, turned off the TV, returned to his room, lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, Kai Yuusaku’s rhetoric echoing in his ears.

To be honest, Fushimi Roku wasn’t interested in his ’Perfect Murder thod’.

While it is true that society is a survival of the fittest, and hollow n have the advantage, they are good at feigning misery, using others’ emotions to gain benefits... Kai Yuusaku’s case is a bit more complex, but essentially, he is cut from the sa cloth.

However, such people already live in unending hell, their lives are zero-sum gas for them, only by continuously climbing, seizing interests, and controlling others can they fill the void inside them—even if their desires are fulfilled, a larger void will crack open inside, repeating endlessly until death.

Of course, Fushimi Roku wasn’t interested in such a life; he had other pursuits.

But for now, he indeed needed Kai Yuusaku’s ’special skill’.

"The scent of emotions..."

Fushimi Roku repeatedly recalled the details, he found that Kai Yuusaku was very good at changing his own temperant—not making it more intense, dazzling, or outstanding, but making it mild, appearing harmless, giving people a natural sense of closeness to him.

Fushimi Roku asked himself honestly, he couldn’t achieve that.

"I ant to let you off the hook, but it seems I can’t leave you be anymore."

Fushimi Roku rolled over, a little angel popped up, comnding him on making the right choice. After all, he was a conscientious, responsible policeman; how could he watch a suspect go unpunished?

With his mind made up, he closed his eyes.

...

anwhile, in the apartnt next door, Kazama Tatsuya returned ho.

Watanabe Shun and Jun had beco quite the duo. He bathed Jun, deword him, and even bought a dog chew, with both of them comfortably nestled in the sa bed.

Seeing this, Kazama Tatsuya felt overwheld with two heads, not bothering to ask where the dog ca from, heading straight to the balcony to smoke.

Since his wife passed away, he developed a habit of smoking on the balcony.

Smoke filled the air, a spark glowing in the darkness. Kazama Tatsuya lowered his head, leaning against the railing, gazing down.

Tonight was different from before; he found rust on the railing. Snow abounded in winter; outdoors were damp, but not enough to rust the railing. He squatted, rubbed the corner of the railing; the white grains weren’t snow, but salt.

Salt solution corroded the tal, causing the railing to rust.

Kazama Tatsuya rembered, Chihi often visited him, always complaining about the apartnt’s dampness, that it harbored many slugs. Perhaps there were slugs on the balcony too, hence the salt grains in the railing corners...

—’The closest person is the best target for murder.’

—’Every mont is a perfect murder opportunity, every piece of furniture is an invisible murder weapon.’

Kazama Tatsuya stood up, instinctively wanting to shake the railing to check for looseness, but his outstretched hand froze mid-air.

He was silent for a long ti, finally withdrawing his hand.

After that, Kazama Tatsuya told himself not to overthink, but he never smoked on the balcony again.