Psychopath: Meeting the Real Deal

Upon hearing this, Sato Miwako pondered for a moment. After a brief pause, she glanced at the empty rooftop and finally nodded with a sense of relief. "Yes, let Miss Bat handle this matter."

"Miss Bat?"

Fujino couldn't help but pause in surprise. "Are you sure about his gender?"

"Um!"

Sato Miwako crossed her arms and said firmly, "Although she didn't say whether she was a man or a woman, and last time she said she was an armed helicopter... but from her stammering, I'm absolutely certain she's a woman!"

Fujino: "..."

So you still think I'm a woman?

He seems quite determined?

Please don't assume Xiao Hei's gender, okay?

Night gradually fell.

Inside an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Tokyo.

Xiao Hei, dressed in a white robe, carried a bucket of cold water and splashed it onto a man sitting in the center of the warehouse, whose hands were tied to a chair.

"Ah--!!"

The Bomb Maker jolted awake by the splash, and before he could recover, he was still screaming in agony.

"Crack!"

Fujino reached out and launched a powerful attack.

The effect of the large-scale confrontation was outstanding.

The Bomb Maker to his senses by the slap.

Coming to his senses, he opened his eyes and stared in surprise at the figure in front of him, dressed in a white robe and wearing a hood, with only darkness beneath the hood. He exclaimed, "Batman?!"

"So you know me."

Fujino stepped forward, a playful look in his eyes. "Mr. Bomb Maker?"

"You... who are you!"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, the Bomb Maker immediately recognized the person. "You're that guy from earlier!"

"That's right, it seems you recognized me too."

Fujino nodded and chuckled softly, "Since you know I'm Beika Batman, you should also know what you're going to face next, right?"

"Actually, you don't need to be so nervous. I invited you here today just to play a game."

Fujino said in a somewhat amicable tone, "I'll let you go once this game is over."

The Bomb Maker was surprised. "Really?"

"How could it be fake?"

Fujino shook his head helplessly. "Actually, I often hear a child's voice echoing in my head, telling me to find people like you to play games with..."

Bomb Maker: "..."

Why does it feel a little familiar?

"It's just that none of the previous players cooperated with me, so I had no choice but to beat them up."

Fujino asked with a smile, "You would be willing to play games with me, right?"

The Bomb Maker swallowed hard. "So, what game shall we play?"

Have you ever heard the story of the River God?

"Have you heard of him? Is he the one who dropped the axe?"

"Hyouka, you got it right!"

Fujino released his hands, took out two sticks from his robe behind him, and continued in a kind tone, "I have two sticks here, an iron stick and an Electric Baton, and a wooden stick."

"You want to ask me which one I dropped, right?"

The Bomb Maker felt this was a freebie. "The answer is that I dropped the stick!!"

"What a disaster!"

"You didn't drop anything at all!"

Fujino's face darkened, and he immediately grabbed an iron rod and Electric Baton and began to beat the target mercilessly.

You run, I chase; the two of them are inside the warehouse, one fighting from behind, the other running from the front, having a great time.

At least the Bomb Maker was smiling the whole time.

They even laughed themselves silly in the end.

However, Fujino did not intend to end there.

A powerful icy water awakening spell was cast, followed by a gentle voice. "Young Bomb Maker, did you drop this Electric Baton, an iron rod, or a wooden stick?"

"..."

The bomber, his shirt torn to shreds and his skin covered in Bomb Maker, crouched on the ground, trembling as he stared at the stick in front of him, his hands covering his head. "This time, I didn't drop anything!"

"Wrong, it's a wooden stick!"

"Ah--!!!"

"Then, what I dropped was an iron rod?!"

"Wrong again!"

"Ah--!!"

"This time it's Electric Baton!"

"Slurp slurp!"

"Kid, right? Heard the sound, right? Bomb Rice, right?"

"Don't hit my kidneys—ah!"

Ten minutes later.

The wails still faintly echoed.

The Bomb Maker, his face bruised and swollen from being beaten, huddled in a corner with his hands wrapped around his knees.

At this moment, he was beaten to a pulp, and the blood from his wounds soaked through his tattered shirt, turning the original white shirt red.

"A young Bomb Maker..."

"Wait a minute!"

Blood trickled from the corner of the Bomb Maker's mouth. Before Fujino could finish speaking, he interrupted, "No matter what I choose in this game, it's wrong. Can we play a different game?!"

"Change games?"

Fujino nodded. "That works too, let's Russian Roulette then."

As he spoke, he pulled out a Beretta 92F, waved it, and pointed it at his forehead. "This time, I'll go first."

Bomb Maker: "..."

Russian Roulette uses a spinning wheel.

This is completely automatic...

Your Russian Roulette uses fully automatic pistols?!

"Okay, since you're not saying anything, it means you have no objections."

"Etc..."

"Biu!"

"Ah--!"

A series of pig-like screams echoed all around.

The anticipated scene of a bullet blasting a dog's head open and splitting its skull did not occur.

"Oops, I forgot to load the magazine."

Fujino slapped his forehead and glanced at the Bomb Maker: "But why is your crotch wet again, and red at that... Did a kid pee in your head?"

Bomb Maker: You think you're funny?

"Okay, okay, this time doesn't count."

Fujino took out the magazine, Kata it shut, and pointed it back at his forehead. "Let's start over..."

"Wait, I don't think this kind of game is fun!"

"Isn't this fun?"

Fujino clicked his tongue. "Isn't it wonderful that brains pop out mixed with blood, composing beautiful flowers on the ground?"

Bomb Maker: "..."

In the past, I always pretended to be mentally ill.

I can't believe I actually met someone for real today!

Just thinking about the probability of a fully automatic pistol being triggered sent chills down the Bomb Maker's spine.

I was thinking I could have changed it just now.

So he immediately said, "Can we change to another one?"

"Let's play a different game then."

Fujino pulled out his hidden dagger again. "I'll stab you first, then you stab me."

Bomb Maker: "..."

If you want to kill me, just say so!

There's no need to beat around the bush!

His lips twitched involuntarily, and he quickly suggested, "Could we get another one? Just another one!"

"Then let's change it."

Fujino wiped the blood from his fist. "But this next game is really fun, the kind where you can turn to ash!"

Bomb Maker: "Can I stop playing?"

"You don't have to play; there are other options."

"What choice?"

"Well..."

Fujino cracked his knuckles, making a crisp sound, and chuckled, "Kill you outright, shoot you, slowly slice you to death, burn you in an oil drum, set you on fire with an electric drill, tear your kidneys off, 10,000-7... You choose one?"

Bomb Maker: "..."

Am I doomed to die today?

"Actually, you don't need to be too scared."

Fujino stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder. "You're going to die sooner or later anyway, so why not play some games with me to cheer me up?"

Please!

The Bomb Maker, tears streaming down his face, clung to Fujino's leg, pleading, "Please, stop torturing me! Please, just kill me!"

"Tsk, why would I kill you?"

Fujino patted his head affectionately. "You're the one who wanted to die, but I wanted you to have some fun with me."