Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 180 - 102 Negative Examples

Chapter 180: Chapter 102 Negative Examples

The thunder rumbled dully, and dark clouds overturned the sea and the plain. The train’s head accelerated, plunging towards the U-shaped track. Fushimi Roku stood at the carriage door, turned around, and locked eyes with Kazama Chihime, who was holding a knife.

"Is Mr. Fushimi the type to sacrifice for justice?" Kazama Chihime leaned on the console with the knife in both hands: "The old train doesn’t have a circuit box, nor does it come with a manual... now that the brakes are broken, we can only wait to die together."

"Did you misunderstand something?"

Fushimi Roku drew a pistol from his waist and calmly removed the safety and chambered a round: "There’s no way I’d die for such a trivial reason... there’s only one reason I’m staying."

"Oh my, is it for me?" Kazama Chihime covered her mouth with one hand, looking surprised and flattered.

"Yes," Fushimi Roku admitted.

"Then how do you plan to survive?" Kazama Chihime was very curious.

"I’ll jump with your body, use it as a cushion for the first impact, maintain a curled-up position with hands over the head, at most break some bones, but survive."

Hearing this, Kazama Chihime gripped her knife tighter, and the previously relaxed atmosphere instantly tensed. She grinned and said, "Good idea, why didn’t I think of that..."

"If you jump, you’ll die too. With broken bones, how will you wield the knife? The Yakuza chasing us will chop you into mincemeat, and maybe some pervert will do something strange with your warm body."

As he spoke, Fushimi Roku reached into his pocket with his other hand.

"It’s better than waiting for death." Kazama Chihime slowly raised her knife, watching for Fushimi Roku’s flaws. She was unsure of Fushimi Roku’s gun skills, paired with her injured calf, she couldn’t act rashly.

"That’s where you and I differ," Fushimi Roku said.

"What do you mean?"

"Actually, I’ve been observing you, for me, you are a very special sample," Fushimi Roku paced thoughtfully, though the muzzle never wavered: "Those familiar with me know that I have a small hobby of looking at dossiers, reading cases, watching the spectacle... Actually, I’ve been looking for someone like you."

"I know you’ve been imitating me, observing me, investigating me, and that’s fine, because your very existence is a step on my path to enlightenment."

"Why is someone evil, why kill, why commit crimes, why pursue justice, and why seek depravity, where exactly is the boundary of law, can a criminal’s justice be called justice, what is the difference between natural morality and legal morality... I’m unclear about the path I should take, every step is like crossing a river by feeling the stones, and sometimes I act on impulse."

"Previously, I was a lawyer, and it has only been a short year since I became a murderer, many things I don’t understand... Just like Minamoto Tamako, I am also just a ’Beginner’."

"Thank you, for providing me with such a vivid counter-example, allowing me to surpass her by just a bit."

...

Kazama Chihime gripped the knife’s handle tighter and sneered, "So now you’re here to judge me, ’Heavenly Punishment’ sir?"

"That’s right."

Fushimi Roku took a sandglass from his pocket, turned it over, and placed it by the window: "Time is limited, I’ll give you two minutes to defend yourself."

"Ridiculous, on what basis do you judge me? Aren’t we doing the same things?" Kazama Chihime stood up straight, taking a stance: "Both ’justice’, what’s the difference between your justice and my justice?"

"First of all," Fushimi Roku held up a finger: "Justice is subjective, judgment itself is an arrogant form of violence. You have your justice, I have my justice, then whose justice is real justice? That’s why law is necessary, it’s the order and rules set by the public, citizens giving up part of their rights to the state collective—universal justice is the real justice."

"You haven’t achieved universal justice either," Kazama Chihime said.

"That’s right, but as I just said, judgment itself is an arrogant form of violence. Whoever is stronger has the right to judge—if you can kill me, victor takes all, nothing more to say."

Fushimi Roku paused, then continued: "But do you really have a path to take? Are you really fighting for justice?"

"Judge actions not motives," Kazama Chihime said the same line.

"Let me show you a bright path,"

Fushimi Roku quickened his speech: "Cesare Lombroso proposed in ’Criminal Theory’, the ’Innate Criminal Theory’. Lombroso believed that ’Innate Criminals’ are those who return to the primitive form, showcasing the traits of ancestors lost to modern civilization, they are anthropological variants, an atavistic phenomenon."

"- Innate criminals are essentially apes living among us."

This sentence was like a knife, stripping Kazama Chihime of her human skin. Even in such a critical moment, she couldn’t help but be stunned. No one doesn’t want to figure out ’who am I’, and she was no exception.

She constantly claimed not to be ill, but she could still truly feel alienated from this society.

"Since then, the academic world has continuously debated this, and to this day, the existence of the ’criminal gene’ is still a topic that cannot be confirmed nor refuted. Most researchers are inclined to agree that ’criminal behavior is the result of a combination of physiological, social, and psychological factors’. Even though the physiological factor has a small percentage, it still exists."

Fushimi Roku raised a second finger: "You were born with violence running through your veins, a remnant from evolution in ancient times where some people were responsible for sentry, some nurturing offspring, naturally there were also some responsible for hunting and killing."

"A strong craving for violence in the heart is not something to be ashamed of. You could become a boxer, participate in mixed martial arts, or if worst comes to worst, become a mercenary. There are so many ’justified violences’ in this world... you don’t need to hide it, playing with wooden swords at the Sword Dao hall."

"But now, it’s too late to say anything, one must pay the price for their choices. Even if your choice wasn’t from ’free will’, even if family and social environments had an irreversible impact on you—even if you are a scum, you can still enjoy the most basic human rights. But once you cross that red line, you lose the qualification to be human."

"I don’t care if you kill Yakuza, I don’t care if you hunt the guilty, I don’t even care if you want to chop my head off, because I’m not a good person myself—as for Kazama Tatsuya, he deserves it, reaping what he sowed—so, I’ve always turned a blind eye."

"I have my standards, needing no external judgment."

"Now, regarding the murder of Minamoto Naoaki, you have thirty seconds left to defend yourself."

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