Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 180 - 102 Negative Examples

The thunder rumbled dully, and dark clouds overturned the sea and the plain. The train’s head accelerated, plunging towards the U-shaped track. Fushimi Roku stood at the carriage door, turned around, and locked eyes with Kazama Chihi, who was holding a knife.

"Is Mr. Fushimi the type to sacrifice for justice?" Kazama Chihi leaned on the console with the knife in both hands: "The old train doesn’t have a circuit box, nor does it co with a manual... now that the brakes are broken, we can only wait to die together."

"Did you misunderstand sothing?"

Fushimi Roku drew a pistol from his waist and calmly removed the safety and chambered a round: "There’s no way I’d die for such a trivial reason... there’s only one reason I’m staying."

"Oh my, is it for ?" Kazama Chihi covered her mouth with one hand, looking surprised and flattered.

"Yes," Fushimi Roku admitted.

"Then how do you plan to survive?" Kazama Chihi was very curious.

"I’ll jump with your body, use it as a cushion for the first impact, maintain a curled-up position with hands over the head, at most break so bones, but survive."

Hearing this, Kazama Chihi gripped her knife tighter, and the previously relaxed atmosphere instantly tensed. She grinned and said, "Good idea, why didn’t I think of that..."

"If you jump, you’ll die too. With broken bones, how will you wield the knife? The Yakuza chasing us will chop you into minceat, and maybe so pervert will do sothing strange with your warm body."

As he spoke, Fushimi Roku reached into his pocket with his other hand.

"It’s better than waiting for death." Kazama Chihi slowly raised her knife, watching for Fushimi Roku’s flaws. She was unsure of Fushimi Roku’s gun skills, paired with her injured calf, she couldn’t act rashly.

"That’s where you and I differ," Fushimi Roku said.

"What do you an?"

"Actually, I’ve been observing you, for , you are a very special sample," Fushimi Roku paced thoughtfully, though the muzzle never wavered: "Those familiar with know that I have a small hobby of looking at dossiers, reading cases, watching the spectacle... Actually, I’ve been looking for soone like you."

"I know you’ve been imitating , observing , investigating , and that’s fine, because your very existence is a step on my path to enlightennt."

"Why is soone evil, why kill, why commit cris, why pursue justice, and why seek depravity, where exactly is the boundary of law, can a criminal’s justice be called justice, what is the difference between natural morality and legal morality... I’m unclear about the path I should take, every step is like crossing a river by feeling the stones, and sotis I act on impulse."

"Previously, I was a lawyer, and it has only been a short year since I beca a murderer, many things I don’t understand... Just like Minamoto Tamako, I am also just a ’Beginner’."

"Thank you, for providing with such a vivid counter-example, allowing to surpass her by just a bit."

...

Kazama Chihi gripped the knife’s handle tighter and sneered, "So now you’re here to judge , ’Heavenly Punishnt’ sir?"

"That’s right."

Fushimi Roku took a sandglass from his pocket, turned it over, and placed it by the window: "Ti is limited, I’ll give you two minutes to defend yourself."

"Ridiculous, on what basis do you judge ? Aren’t we doing the sa things?" Kazama Chihi stood up straight, taking a stance: "Both ’justice’, what’s the difference between your justice and my justice?"

"First of all," Fushimi Roku held up a finger: "Justice is subjective, judgnt itself is an arrogant form of violence. You have your justice, I have my justice, then whose justice is real justice? That’s why law is necessary, it’s the order and rules set by the public, citizens giving up part of their rights to the state collective—universal justice is the real justice."

"You haven’t achieved universal justice either," Kazama Chihi said.

"That’s right, but as I just said, judgnt itself is an arrogant form of violence. Whoever is stronger has the right to judge—if you can kill , victor takes all, nothing more to say."

Fushimi Roku paused, then continued: "But do you really have a path to take? Are you really fighting for justice?"

"Judge actions not motives," Kazama Chihi said the sa line.

"Let show you a bright path,"

Fushimi Roku quickened his speech: "Cesare Lombroso proposed in ’Criminal Theory’, the ’Innate Criminal Theory’. Lombroso believed that ’Innate Criminals’ are those who return to the primitive form, showcasing the traits of ancestors lost to modern civilization, they are anthropological variants, an atavistic phenonon."

"- Innate criminals are essentially apes living among us."

This sentence was like a knife, stripping Kazama Chihi of her human skin. Even in such a critical mont, she couldn’t help but be stunned. No one doesn’t want to figure out ’who am I’, and she was no exception.

She constantly claid not to be ill, but she could still truly feel alienated from this society.

"Since then, the academic world has continuously debated this, and to this day, the existence of the ’criminal gene’ is still a topic that cannot be confird nor refuted. Most researchers are inclined to agree that ’criminal behavior is the result of a combination of physiological, social, and psychological factors’. Even though the physiological factor has a small percentage, it still exists."

Fushimi Roku raised a second finger: "You were born with violence running through your veins, a remnant from evolution in ancient tis where so people were responsible for sentry, so nurturing offspring, naturally there were also so responsible for hunting and killing."

"A strong craving for violence in the heart is not sothing to be ashad of. You could beco a boxer, participate in mixed martial arts, or if worst cos to worst, beco a rcenary. There are so many ’justified violences’ in this world... you don’t need to hide it, playing with wooden swords at the Sword Dao hall."

"But now, it’s too late to say anything, one must pay the price for their choices. Even if your choice wasn’t from ’free will’, even if family and social environnts had an irreversible impact on you—even if you are a scum, you can still enjoy the most basic human rights. But once you cross that red line, you lose the qualification to be human."

"I don’t care if you kill Yakuza, I don’t care if you hunt the guilty, I don’t even care if you want to chop my head off, because I’m not a good person myself—as for Kazama Tatsuya, he deserves it, reaping what he sowed—so, I’ve always turned a blind eye."

"I have my standards, needing no external judgnt."

"Now, regarding the murder of Minamoto Naoaki, you have thirty seconds left to defend yourself."