Chapter 142 My intelligence is superior to yours
Twenty minutes later.
"How could this happen..."
Yuan Yuzi sat on her knees on the sofa, holding the test paper in both hands, staring at the results on it, her eyes almost turned into cross-eyes.
According to international standards, those with IQs above 140 are considered geniuses. She has exceeded this score, which is indeed something to be proud of...but Fushimi Shika's score is even higher than hers! Even more than Einstein!
Unbelievable! !
"Let's face it, although there is an intellectual gap between you and me, you are more diligent than me," Fushimi Lu put his feet on the coffee table and smiled to patch up Minamoto Tamako: "After all, we are partners. , if you don’t understand anything in the future, you can always ask me.”
Yuan Yuzi was deeply hit. She went back to the room dejectedly and went to seek treatment from Sakurako.
After the door closed, the smile on Fushimi Lu's face gradually faded and his expression became serious.
He shook out the red water-based pen hidden in his sleeve, picked up his IQ test form again, and compared it with Minamoto Tamako's, his face became even more ugly.
Yes, Minamoto Tamako's score was higher than him, and it was more than one and a half stars higher. He secretly tampered with the scores afterwards to save his face.
You know, intelligence does not depend on knowledge reserves.
If knowing more equals high intelligence, then hard drives equal AI. This Wechsler Intelligence Scale covers multiple subtests, which comprehensively assess an individual's intelligence level in different aspects such as language understanding, perceptual reasoning, working memory, processing speed, etc. In addition to language understanding, Yuan Yuzi's other aspects All above him.
It shouldn't be. Isn't his intelligence attribute A?
Fushimi Lu pursed his lips, threw the test paper on the coffee table, and tapped the armrest with his fingers uneasily.
He thought about it carefully and found that the reason Yuan Yuzi was often deceived by him was mainly because of her lack of life experience.
Today, Yuan Yuzi is constantly learning and growing. At first, she didn't even know what 'Ma Po' meant... But now she didn't need to be reminded by Fushimi Shika. Minamoto Tamako figured out the meaning of 'Ma Po' on her own, and also learned to save face for him, never taking the initiative. Mentioned this matter.
And when eating hot pot, he deliberately ordered from the menu. Dog meat is also called fragrant meat in China, and it is considered a bit of unknown knowledge in Japan. It is normal for Yuan Yuzi not to know... But now Yuan Yuzi knows, and she also knows what dog meat hot pot tastes like.
Every time Fushimi Shika plays with her, her experience bar will increase.
In the daily process of handling cases, Yuan Yuzi can also rely on evidence to deduce the truth. All she lacks is experience... As a rich girl who has been over-protected since she was a child, naturally she can't compare with the accumulation of high-intensity and scumbags in his previous life. 'Experiential knowledge'.
However, Fushimi Shika knew that the advantage brought by this information gap would not last long.
Recently, Minamoto Tamako has not only been exercising, but has also started to recite laws and regulations with Sakurako. In addition, the "1990 Daisetsuzan Unknown Corpse Shooting Case File - Copy" was sent today... Fushimi Luka felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. A sense of crisis.
If this continues, his good days will come to an end soon.
what to do?
Fushimi Shika pointed his finger, and he clicked on the intelligence attribute upgrade task: "Instigating 100 people to complete the perfect crime"...
He reflected for a moment and realized that he had been too lazy recently. How could he not do the tasks assigned by the system?
Fushimi Shika changed his posture, crossed his fingers, rested his elbows on his thighs and knees, leaned forward, thinking about how to instigate at least a hundred people to commit crimes at once... If he really wanted to instigate them one by one, then It's too troublesome and risky, and it's really not worth the risk.
Fushimi Lu thought about it for a long time, and he didn't even come up with a reason until the TV station changed the program.
To be honest, he is not good at instigating crimes. After all, criminals came to him in his last life, and there was no need for him to instigate them. Those idiots would commit irreparable crimes on their own for various reasons.
In desperation, he could only take out his notebook, tear up a few pieces of paper, and write "fear", "jealousy", "anger" and "desire" respectively.
Based on his experience, extreme human behavior will ultimately be attributed to these four emotions.
Fushimi Shika scrambled the papers, took out one at random, unfolded it, and saw the word "angry" written on it. Well, the general direction has been determined, what is the next step to implement it?
Fushimi Lu was in trouble again.
He put away the note, turned off the TV, went back to his room, lay on the bed, stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, and Kamei Yurō's remarks echoed in his ears.
To be honest, Fushimi Shika was not interested in his 'perfect killing method'.
Although this society is indeed a law of the jungle, the hollow people have the advantage. They are good at making misfortunes and using other people's emotions to gain benefits... Kamei Yurō's situation is a little more complicated, but in general, they are all the same.
However, this kind of people live in an endless hell. For them, life is a zero-sum game. Only by constantly climbing up, grabbing benefits, and controlling others can they satisfy the emptiness in their hearts. Even if their desires are satisfied, their desires will not be satisfied. A bigger hole will open in my heart, and it will start over and over again until death.
Of course Fushimi Shika is not interested in this kind of life, he has other pursuits.
However, for now, he really needs Kamei Yurō's 'special skills'.
"The smell of emotion..."
Fushimi Shika repeatedly recalled the details, and he found that Yuri Kamei was very good at changing his temperament - not to make his temperament stronger, more dazzling, and more outstanding, but to make his temperament very gentle and look like He is harmless to humans and animals, and people have a natural feeling of closeness to him.
Fushimi Shika asked himself, he couldn't do this.
"I originally wanted to let you go, but it looks like I can't keep you here."
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Fushimi Deer turned over, and the little angel appeared and praised him for doing the right thing. After all, he is a good policeman who does his duty. How can he just watch the suspect go free?
After making up his mind, he closed his eyes.
……
At the same time, in the apartment next door, Takusai Kazama returned home.
Watanabe Jun and Ajun have become very close. He gave Ajun a bath, dewormed him, and bought a dog chew. They even slept together in the same quilt.
Kazama Takusai saw them. One was a head and two were big. He didn't even bother to ask where the dogs came from. He went straight to the balcony to smoke.
Since his wife's death, he has had the habit of smoking on the balcony.
The clouds were shrouded, and a little spark lit up in the darkness. Kazama Takusai lowered his head. He was used to leaning on the railing and looking down.
Tonight was different than before. He found rust on the railings. It's snowy in the winter and it's humid outside, but it won't make the railings rust. He squatted down and wiped the corners of the railing. The white particles on it were not snow, but salt.
The salt solution corroded the metal, causing the railings to rust.
Kazama Takusai remembered that Qianji often came to visit him and always complained that the apartment was damp and there were many slugs hidden there. Maybe slugs also appeared on the balcony, so there are salt grains in the corners of the railings...
——'The people closest to you are the best targets for murder. ’
——‘Every moment is a perfect opportunity for murder, and every piece of furniture is an invisible murder weapon. ’
Kazama Takusai stood up. He subconsciously wanted to shake the railing to check whether it was loose, but his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
He was silent for a long time, and finally took his hand back.
After that, Kazama Takusai told himself not to think wildly, but he never smoked on the balcony.
(End of chapter)