"Actually, this principle could be applied in a lot of situations."
Fujino looked at Sato, who was holding her coffee, and said, "For example, during an interrogation, if a criminal refuses to talk, you can just beat him up. Once you're done beating him up, he'll think the interrogation was much better."
"Hey, am I really that violent?"
Sato Miwako gave him a deadpan stare. "And beating up suspects doesn't follow procedure at all, okay?"
As if you people haven't done plenty of things outside procedure.
"And what do you mean, 'that violent'... Are you a fierce woman or a little girl?"
Fujino quietly grumbled to himself before saying, "That's the principle, and it's pretty common, but it's ultimately a last-resort move, like smearing crap on a broom and summoning Lu Bu... You can only use it when someone refuses to listen to you."
"Crap on a broom? You really played wild games as a kid... Cough, cough!"
Sato Miwako narrowed her eyes at Fujino and laughed, nearly spraying out a mouthful of coffee.
"You're already this old, so why are you acting like a little girl?"
Fujino reached out and patted her back twice. "Pretending to be a young girl who chokes on coffee—does that even look cute on you? Do you still think you're a little girl?"
"What do you mean pretending to choke? I really choked, okay?"
Sato Miwako held her chest and caught her breath, then stared straight at Fujino. Pouting somewhat unhappily, she said in a coquettish tone, "And don't say things against your conscience, okay? What part of me isn't cute?"
"Uh... you are pretty cute?"
Fujino looked at Sato's pretty face, her cheeks puffed out like a big-faced cat, and felt that she really was rather cute...
Her looks and short hair naturally