Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 142 My Intelligence is Higher Than Yours
Twenty minutes later.

"how so……"

Yuan Yuzi knelt on the sofa, holding the test paper in both hands, staring at the scores on it, her eyes almost becoming cross-eyed.

According to international standards, a person with an IQ of 140 or above is considered a genius. She has already surpassed this score, which is indeed something to be proud of...but Fushimi Shika's score is even higher than hers! Even higher than Einstein!

Unbelievable! !

"Let's face it. Although there is a gap in intelligence between you and me, you are more hardworking than me," Fushimi Shika put his feet on the coffee table and smiled as he added to Yuan Yuzi's words, "After all, we are partners. If you have any questions in the future, you can always come and ask me."

Gen Tamako was deeply shocked. She returned to her room dejectedly and went to Sakurako to heal her wounds.

After the door was closed, the smile on Fushimi Kakashi's face gradually faded and his expression became solemn.

He shook out the red water-based pen hidden in his sleeve, picked up his IQ test sheet again, and compared it with Yuan Yuzi's. His expression became even uglier.

That's right, Yuan Yuzi's score was higher than his, and it was not just a little bit higher. He secretly tampered with the score afterwards, which saved his face.

You should know that intelligence does not depend on knowledge reserves.

If knowing more equals high intelligence, then hard drives equal AI. This Wechsler Intelligence Scale covers multiple subtests, which comprehensively assess an individual's intelligence level in different aspects such as language comprehension, perceptual reasoning, working memory, processing speed, etc. Except for language comprehension, Yuan Yuzi is better than him in other aspects.

That shouldn’t be the case. Isn’t his intelligence attribute A?
Fushimi Shika pursed his lips, threw the test paper on the coffee table, and tapped the armrest with his fingers nervously.

He thought about it carefully and realized that the reason why Yuan Yuzi was often fooled by him was mainly because she lacked life experience.

Nowadays, Yuan Yuzi is constantly learning and growing. At first, she didn't even know what "Ma Po" meant... But now, without Fushimi Shika reminding her, Yuan Yuzi has figured out the meaning of "Ma Po" on her own, and has also learned to save face for him, and has never mentioned this matter on her own.

When eating hot pot, he deliberately asked for the menu and ordered the dishes himself. Dog meat is also called fragrant meat in China, which is considered a little-known fact in Japan. It is normal that Yuan Yuzi didn't know it... But now Yuan Yuzi knows it, and she also knows what dog meat hot pot tastes like.

Every time Fushimi Shika teases her, her experience bar increases.

In the daily case handling process, Yuan Yuzi can also deduce the truth based on evidence. What she lacks is just experience... As a rich girl who has been overprotected since childhood, she naturally cannot compare with the "experience and knowledge" he accumulated from his high-intensity hangouts with scum in his previous life.

However, Fushimi Kaka knew very well that the advantage brought by this information gap would not last long.

Recently, Gen Tamako has not only been exercising, but has also started to recite legal regulations with Sakurako. In addition, the "Copy of the 1990 Daisetsuzan Unidentified Corpse Shooting Case File" was sent today... Fushimi Shika inexplicably developed a sense of crisis in his heart.

If he continues like this, it won't be long before his good days are over.

How to do?
Fushimi Shika paused, and clicked on the intelligence upgrade task: "Instigate 100 people to commit a perfect crime"...

He reflected on himself and realized that he had been too lazy recently. How could he not complete the tasks assigned by the system?

Fushimi Shika changed his posture, crossed his fingers, rested his elbows on his knees, leaned forward, and thought about how he could instigate at least a hundred people to commit crimes at once... If he really had to instigate them one by one, it would be too troublesome and risky, and it was really not worth the risk.

Fushimi Shika thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out until the TV station changed the program.

To be honest, he was not good at instigating crime. After all, in his previous life, the criminals always came to him on their own initiative, and he didn't need to instigate. Those idiots would commit irreparable crimes on their own for various reasons.

In desperation, he could only take out his notebook, tear off a few pieces of paper, and write down "fear", "jealousy", "anger" and "desire" respectively.

According to his experience, human extreme behavior can ultimately be attributed to these four emotions.

Fushimi Shika shuffled the papers, picked one at random, unfolded it, and saw the word "anger" written on it. Well, the general direction has been determined, but how should we implement it next?
Fushimi Shika was in trouble again.

He put away the note, turned off the TV, went back to his room, lay on the bed, stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, and Kamei Youliang's words echoed in his ears.

To be honest, Fushimi Shika was not interested in his 'perfect killing method'.

Although this society is indeed a place where the strong prey on the weak, hollow people have the upper hand. They are good at playing the victim and using other people's emotions to gain benefits... Kamei Youliang's situation is a little more complicated, but generally speaking, they are birds of a feather.

However, such people are actually living in an endless hell. Life is a zero-sum game for them. Only by constantly climbing up, grabbing benefits, and controlling others can they satisfy the emptiness in their hearts. Even if their desires are satisfied, a bigger hole will appear in their hearts, and the cycle will repeat itself until death.

Of course, Fushimi Shika is not interested in this kind of life, he has other pursuits.

However, for now, he really needs Kamei Youliang's "special skills".

"The smell of emotions..."

Fushimi Shika repeatedly recalled the details, and he found that Kamei Yuryo was very good at changing his temperament - not making his temperament stronger, more dazzling, or more outstanding, but making his temperament very gentle, looking harmless, making people feel naturally close to him.

Fushimi Shika asked himself, he couldn't do that.

"I wanted to let you go, but it seems I can't keep you."

Fushimi Shika turned over, and the little angel appeared, praising him for doing the right thing. After all, he was a good policeman who did his job conscientiously, so how could he watch the suspect go unpunished?
Having made up his mind, he closed his eyes.

……

At the same time, in the apartment next door, Takusai Kazama returned home.

Watanabe Shun and Ajun have become good friends. He gave Ajun a bath, did deworming, and bought him some dog chews. The man and the dog even slept in the same bed.

When Takusa Kazama saw this, he was so confused that he didn't even bother to ask where the dog came from and went straight to the balcony to smoke.

Since his wife died, he has developed the habit of smoking on the balcony.

The sky was filled with mist and a spark of fire lit up in the darkness. Takusai Kazama lowered his head. He was used to leaning against the railing and looking down.

Tonight was different from the past, he found rust on the railing. It was snowy in winter and humid outside, but it was not enough to make the railing rust. He squatted down and wiped the edge of the railing. The white particles on it were not snow, but salt.

The salt solution corroded the metal, causing the railings to rust.

Kazama Takusai remembered that Chihime often came to visit him and always complained that the apartment was damp and full of slugs. Maybe there were slugs on the balcony, so there were salt grains in the corners of the railings...

——'The person closest to you is the best target for murder.'

——'Every moment is a perfect opportunity for murder, and every piece of furniture is an invisible murder weapon.'

Takusai Kazama stood up. He subconsciously wanted to shake the railing to check if it was loose, but his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

He was silent for a long time, and finally took his hand back.

After that, Takusa Kazama told himself not to have too much imagination, but he never smoked on the balcony again.

(End of this chapter)