Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

The villa is decorated in a minimalist Scandinavian style.

Everywhere you look, there are cold, black-framed white walls.

There are no traditional Japanese-style decorations, and no tatami mats.

The surroundings also made Fujino feel somewhat dazed.

Apart from a hint of Japanese style in the entrance hall, it was almost identical to the mansions he had seen in his previous life.

Especially Takanashi Riki's face.

She was almost identical to the mean, wicked women from wealthy families he had seen in short dramas.

The disgusted glare brought Fujino no pleasure whatsoever.

He felt the other person's icy gaze and listened to the "scumbag" rant, but he didn't immediately get angry.

They're already mortal enemies, what's the point of saying such harsh words?

In comparison, he was more interested in seeing the fearful and apprehensive expression on Takanashi Riki's face after he laid his cards on the table.

He ignored Lixi, who was gritting her teeth.

To be honest, with their height and faces, even if the Takanashi sisters were to deliberately act fierce, they would only give the impression of children getting angry.

You might even find her a little cute, and even want to give her a lollipop to lick.

He ignored Riki's provocation, simply helped Kotori Yuuki up, and walked upstairs.

"Which one is your room?"

He gently patted Mitsuki's face to wake her up.

Mitsuki squinted slightly, looking dazed, and pointed the way unsteadily.

She smiled foolishly, holding Fujino's hand until she sat on the bed before slowly letting go.

Fujino crossed his arms and watched Mitsuki take off her clothes.

I think I've seen this kind of erotic scene before.

This time, however, Fujino didn't find it particularly romantic. Would you want something to happen with a drunkard?

She might not even hear your instructions, and is more likely to suddenly vomit, completely ruining the mood.

He casually grabbed a trash can and threw it next to the bed, intending it as an emergency container should Mitsuki vomit.

He turned and went downstairs.

Sure enough, Takanashi Riki remained seated on the sofa, motionless.

It didn't seem like she was stunned because he ignored her.

It's like naturally staying in one place without moving.

Fujino frowned.

The other party's confident and expressionless demeanor made him feel somewhat uneasy.

Why does this look like someone who doesn't care?

Could it be that she has such a strong mentality that she can sit in the living room without changing her expression and wait for Fujino to confront her when the victim who was framed comes to her home?

That was a truly terrifying woman.

He quietly walked to the opposite side of Lixi and sat down on the sofa.

"What are you thinking about at night instead of sleeping?"

His question was clearly malicious.

What can I think about?

He, the victim, has come to our door; what else can we expect?

To everyone's surprise, Takanashi Riki maintained her indifferent expression and glanced at Fujino.

There wasn't a single ripple on that delicate face.

It's as if they can't understand this blatant mockery.

Fujino frowned.

Did she not understand?

A woman capable of such a scheme shouldn't have this level of intelligence.

But soon, the other party spoke.

"Are you feeling smug?"

Although she still had that cold and aloof demeanor, Fujino noticed a twitch at the corner of her eye.

She was clearly experiencing emotional fluctuations as well.

Is it just this cold and aloof demeanor?

Is it camouflage?

But it doesn't seem like it.

He spoke again tentatively.

"I wouldn't say I'm pleased with myself, but I feel that your schemes are somewhat disgraceful."

"We've never met before, so why are you so hostile towards me as soon as you returned to your country?"

Takanashi Riki turned her head to the side, refusing to communicate.

This annoyed Fujino.

But he was mostly confused.

This...this reaction seems familiar.

He had a brilliant idea.

Could this psychiatric assistant professor who returned from America be suffering from schizophrenia?

Her current reaction is very similar to negative symptoms of schizophrenia.

Indifferent, devoid of emotion, and refusing to communicate.

But he had no obligation to treat such patients, a cold glint flashed in Fujino's eyes.

Fujino never refuses to treat patients; Riki is probably the first.

And now, are you still twisting that noble face of yours, unwilling to even look at me?

Fujino knew how difficult it was to deal with schizophrenic patients, and he just wasn't prepared to slowly wear them down.

Hypnosis

A skill that I haven't used in a long time was activated.

A hint of confusion flashed in Takanashi Riki's eyes.

But she didn't speak, she just looked at Fujino indifferently.

Knowing time was short, he quickly devised a few questions and hurriedly asked them:

Why are you hostile towards me?

The other person's voice was ethereal, carrying that detached feeling from the world that is unique to schizophrenic patients:

"Because of your treatment methods, Mitsuki-chan told me that they are heretical."

Treatment methods? Heresy? Mitsuki-chan?

This sentence contains a lot of information.

Regarding the treatment method, Mitsuki had already mentioned it, and Fujino was already aware of it.

But how do other people perceive my unique treatment methods?

Since it doesn't involve any religious sect, why would it be considered heresy?

And Mitsuki-chan?

Why would this woman use such an intimate term for Mitsuki?

However, questions can only be asked one at a time.

He sorted out his thoughts and realized that the most important thing was probably the treatment method, which was the root of the problem.

"What kind of treatment is it? In your opinion, is there anything special about it?"

A hint of reminiscence flashed in Li hope's eyes:

"Your actions do not conform to the principles of psychoanalysis or cognitive behavioral therapy. I believe that allowing your behavior to continue is irresponsible towards the patient."

Hearing her say that, Fujino understood.

Ultimately, it comes down to the issue of different schools of thought.

In this era, there is no awareness of comprehensive analysis.

Just like the numerous sects that believe in Christianity, although their goals are similar and they worship the same deity, they still fight to the death.

The same applies to the treatment of mental illness.

Descriptive neurology, which adheres to biodetection standards, has only recently fallen from its pedestal, replaced by Freudian dynamic psychiatry.

They like to attribute everything to repressed instincts and childhood trauma.

Tatsuki Takanashi is such a traditionalist.

Or perhaps she's a young and promising individual.

It's just that Fujino's ideas were slightly ahead of the traditional ones.

Not long after, some people will argue that mental illness mainly stems from the patient's social relationship disorders, and begin to emphasize family therapy and personality reconstruction.

But in the end, you will always find that these theories have something in common, and they are not mutually exclusive.

However, Fujino knew in his heart that he couldn't reason with Takanashi Riki at this moment.

He had read Chinese history and knew the cruelty and severity of the struggle for orthodoxy.

Regardless of whether the story of Confucius executing Shao Zhengmao is a forgery, it demonstrates that later Confucian scholars accepted the view that minor transgressions were acceptable for the sake of the greater good of the Confucian tradition.

He had no intention of arguing or debating with the other party.

He asked one last question:

"What about Mitsuki? What are your thoughts on her?"

"Little sister...is something wrong?"

Are we close?

"Of course I'm closer to my sister..."

Lixi looked at Fujino with a puzzled expression, then suddenly her expression changed drastically, and she took several steps back from the sofa.

"When? You hypnotized me?!"

Fujino straightened his clothes and slowly stood up.

Although the time was up, we had obtained all the information we wanted.

He slowly walked towards the door, and Li hope's voice sounded from behind him:

"What exactly do you want! You scum who toyed with patients?"

Fujino did not turn around.

He simply opened the door, stood in the crack, said something emphatically, and left without looking back.

Takanashi Riki sat on the sofa, only turning her head to peek out, looking towards the door from above the backrest.

The room was pitch black, with only a narrow ray of light coming from the crack in the door left by Fujino.

She remained motionless for a long time.

Fujino's words still echoed in her mind.

"I have no interest in discussing theories with you. As long as I can cure patients, I don't care what theories I use."

"I've already figured out how to deal with all your schemes and tricks, so don't get your hopes up."

"As for my medical exam, I will definitely take it. Nobody can stop me, not even Jesus, I said it!"

Her lips were a little dry, but her small, fragrant tongue gently brushed against them, making them slightly moist.

Ignoring Fujino's declaration of counterattack against her scheme, Riki unconsciously kept repeating that phrase.

I don't care about any theory as long as I can cure the patient.