Genius on the Left, Madman on the Right

Their arms were dislocated, their hand bones were crushed, and even their chest was caved in...

If anyone else had used this combo, Hachimaki Ichiro would probably be meeting his grandmother by now.

However, Megure did not think that Fujino had done anything wrong.

From a procedural standpoint, there was nothing wrong with Fujino's actions.

After all, the other party was a 'terrorist' who had committed a series of murders and bombings, killing two police officers and three homeless people.

In this situation, if the other party presses the bomb, there would be no problem in killing them directly.

The police will not only not pursue the matter afterward, but will even commend them.

Thinking about it this way, Megure suddenly felt that Fujino was being a bit too conservative in his approach.

In his view, watching his 'colleague' get blown up was something he would have been unable to control his emotions even if he were in that situation.

If it were him, he would definitely kill him without hesitation.

After a brief silence, Juzo Megure breathed a sigh of relief and then called to his two subordinates beside him, "Takagi, Sato, you two go and arrest that guy, Hachimaki Ichiro, and send him to the hospital for treatment."

"Clear!"

Takagi and Sato responded.

The two walked over and glanced at Hachimaki Ichiro, who was lying on the grass with his hands hanging down. They both swallowed hard.

His chest was visibly dented from the kick, and his arms were carelessly tossed in front of him. Although a glove concealed the bloody mess beneath, the oozing blood and the bone spurs that had pierced the glove were still visible...

The eerie feeling of this contorted limbs gives one an instinctive sense of unease.

However, neither of them, being criminal police officers, felt any discomfort.

After all, they had seen many deaths that were even more tragic than this.

They helped Hachimaki Ichiro up and took him to an ambulance at the nearby scene.

As for handcuffs...

With their hands already crushed, there's no need for handcuffs anymore.

Late at night, at the entrance of a ward on the first floor of a nearby hospital.

"So, have you gotten any information about the motive from the interrogation?"

Fujino was sitting on a bench in the hospital when he saw Juzo Megure and Sato and Takagi come out of the ward. He stood up and asked.

"Yes, he has already confessed."

Juzo Megure walked ahead and sighed, "His motive was that he failed the police recruitment exam, so he harbored resentment towards the police."

That's it?

Fujino frowned and exclaimed in surprise.

"Although I don't quite believe it myself, it really is like that."

Sato Miwako, standing to the side, nodded slightly and explained, "He said becoming a police officer was his childhood dream, and that he should have been a better police officer than anyone else... so he wanted to make the police who misjudged him regret it..."

"So that's why he said it was really unfair?"

Fujino was speechless for a moment, then sat back down on the bench. Although he was used to it, he couldn't help but remark, "Is this guy mentally ill?"

"If I can't become it, it's the world's fault..."

Juzo Megure sat down and said in a deep voice, "This kind of madman is simply incomprehensible."

"As the saying goes, genius is on the left, and madness is on the right."

Fujino remarked, "His plan was incredibly well-organized, even utilizing the police... Although he's a madman, in some ways he is indeed a talent..."

A few people asked in confusion, "The genius is on the left, and the madman is on the right?"

"Actually, there's only a fine line between genius and madness."

Fujino Jiro and explained, "Some famous geniuses in history are often madmen. Perhaps the only difference is that madmen are more intoxicated by their own world, while those who are considered geniuses are often able to control their inner madness and maintain their inner rationality... Salvador Dalí said something like this: Only madmen can inherit the madness of the world, while geniuses can gradually withdraw from madness and return to calmness."

"Um..."

Upon hearing this Sato Miwako fell into deep thought.

She first twitched her chin, glanced at Fujino, and then nodded slightly in agreement.

Just think about Hachimaki Ichiro's still half-dead and lying in his hospital bed...

Sato Miwako increasingly felt that Fujino, who appeared to be an angel on the outside, was hiding the heart of a devil.

Fortunately, that madman was dealing with criminals.

It wasn't meant to be used against their police.

"Speaking of Advisor Fujino..."

Takagi, who was standing to the side, didn't understand such profound things. Instead, he suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but ask, "How exactly did you figure out that guy was a thug?"

"How was it discovered?"

Fujino pondered for a moment, then said seriously, "A detective's intuition."

A moment of silence fell over everyone. "..."

Here we go again, Fujino is going to try and fool people with his intuition or something!

Just kidding.

Sensing the resentful gazes of the three, Fujino chuckled and explained, "Actually, it was that guy's doing..."

"Action?"

"Patrol officers usually carry their guns on their right side, and because of the weight of the handgun, their right shoulder is usually slightly drooping."

Fujino recalled for a moment and made a slight shrug. "Moreover, the weight of his pistol when he swung it was wrong. If it were a real pistol, it would usually swing with a large amplitude when it was not in a fixed leather holster. But his holster was not fixed, yet it was still very stable. So the gun in his holster was a fake."

"That's true..."

Sato Miwako, "Thinking about it carefully, this situation would indeed occur if it were a plastic handgun, and if it were a real police officer, they wouldn't be carrying a fake gun."

"Moreover, his acting was so fake."

Fujino crossed his arms and said in a deep voice, "The most crucial point is that, as a patrol officer, he was carrying the Forensic Science Division's toolbox and was also wearing white gloves."

Is there a problem with this?

Takagi raised his hand, glancing at his gloves with a puzzled look. "Wearing gloves at a crime scene is normal, isn't it?"

Fujino was speechless for a moment. "Officer Takagi, haven't you overlooked something?"

Takagi was taken aback. "What did you overlook?"

"Do I really need to remind you?"

Fujino glanced at Takagi's gloves and said, "Look around the crime scene, besides the Forensic Science Division team and the detectives, there aren't many people wearing them."

"It's summer now, and the weather is very hot."

Sato Miwako took off her gloves. She glanced at the beads of sweat on her slender fingers and explained softly, "I've only been wearing these gloves for a short while and I'm already sweating. My hands are almost covered in heat rash. If they weren't handling corpses, the police probably wouldn't be wearing gloves."

"That's true..."

Upon Juzo Megure also took off his gloves, glanced at them, and then echoed in agreement.

Turning back, he glanced at Takagi Wataru and clicked his tongue. "Brother Takagi, you didn't notice that, did you?"

Takagi: "..."

Didn't you notice it either?

Why is everyone targeting me?!