Chapter 590 The Genius Is on the Left, the Madman Is on the Right

The arms were removed, the bones of the hands were crushed, and even the chest was sunken...

If this set of combos had been used by someone else, I'm afraid Ichiro Hachimaki would have seen him as too naughty.

However, Megure didn't feel that Fujino did anything wrong.

From a procedural perspective, there was nothing wrong with Fujino's operation.

After all, the other party was a 'terrorist' who committed serial murders and bombings, killing two policemen and three homeless people.

In this case, when the opponent presses the bomb, there is no problem even if he is killed directly.

Not only will the police not pursue any charges after the incident, they will even commend them.

Thinking of this, Megure suddenly felt that Fujino was a little too conservative in his approach.

From his point of view, even if it were him, he would definitely not be able to suppress his emotions as he watched his 'colleagues' being bombed to death.

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

After a moment of silence, Megure Thirteen breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately greeted the two subordinates beside him: "Takagi, Sato, you two go arrest Ichiro Hachimaki and send him to the hospital for treatment first. "

"clear!"

Takagi and Sato responded.

The two of them walked forward and took a look at Ichiro Yamaki, who was lying on the grass with his hands hanging down. They both couldn't help but swallowed hard.

The chest was visibly dented by the kick, and the two arms were casually thrown in front of him. Although the flesh and blood inside could not be seen through a layer of gloves, there was blood overflowing and bone spurs that pierced the gloves...

This strange feeling of twisted limbs makes people instinctively feel a little scared.

However, as criminal police officers, the two of them did not feel any discomfort.

After all, they have seen many more tragic deaths than this.

He helped Ichiro Hachimaki up and sent him to the ambulance at the nearby scene.

As for the handcuffs…

His hands were crushed, so there was no need for handcuffs.

…………

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

"How's it going? Has the motive interrogation come out?"

Fujino was sitting on the bench in the hospital. When he saw Megure Thirteen and Sato Takagi coming out of the ward, he stood up and asked.

"Well, he's already done it."

Mumu Shisan walked in front and sighed: "The motive is that I failed in the police recruitment exam, so I hate the police."

"That's it?"

Fujino frowned and expressed surprise.

"Although I don't really believe it, it is true."

Miwako Sato on the side nodded slightly and explained: "He said that becoming a police officer has been his dream since he was a child. He was supposed to be a better police officer than anyone else... so he wanted to make the police who made a mistake in the past regret..."

"Is that why he said it was unfair?"

Fujino was speechless for a moment and sat down on the bench again. Although he was used to it, he still couldn't help but complain: "Isn't this guy a psychopath?"

"It's the world's fault that I can't be worthy..."

Mumu Shisan sat down and said in a deep voice: "This kind of lunatic is simply unreasonable."

“As the saying goes, genius is on the left and madman is on the right.”

Fujino lamented: "His plan was very compact, and he even used the police... Although he is a madman, to a certain extent, he is indeed a talent..."

Several people were confused: "The genius is on the left and the madman is on the right?"

"In fact, there is only a thin line between genius and madness."

Fujino crossed his legs and explained: "Some famous geniuses in history are often madmen. The only difference may be that madmen are more intoxicated with their own world, while people who are considered geniuses can often restrain their inner madness. Maintain your inner rationality... Salvador Dali said this: Only madmen can inherit the madness of the world, but geniuses can gradually withdraw from the madness and return to calm. "

"Um……"

Miwako Sato on the side fell into deep thought after hearing this.

She pursed her chin first, looked at Fujino, and then nodded slightly to agree with this sentence.

Think of Ichiro Hachimaki, who is still half-dead in the hospital bed...

Miwako Sato felt more and more that Fujino, who looked like an angel on the outside, was hiding a devil's heart.

But fortunately, the devil lunatic deals with criminals.

Instead of using it to deal with the police.

"Tell me, Consultant Fujino."

Takagi on the side did not understand such a profound thing. Instead, he suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but ask: "How did you find out that that guy was a gangster just now?"

"How did you find out?"

Fujino thought for a moment and said seriously: "Detective's intuition."

Everyone was silent for a while: "..."

Here we go again, Fujino is trying to fool people with his intuition again!

"just kidding."

Feeling the resentful gazes of the three people, Fujino chuckled and explained: "Actually, it was that guy's actions..."

"action?"

"Patrol officers usually carry their guns on the right side. Due to the weight of the pistol, the right shoulder usually droops slightly."

Fujino recalled it and made a slight shrug, "And the weight of his pistol when swinging is wrong. If it is a real pistol, the swing will usually be very large when it is swinging in an unfixed leather holster, but His holster was not secured, but it was still stable, so it was a fake gun."

"That's true..."

Sato Miwako murmured, thinking: "If you think about it carefully, this situation will indeed occur if the person is wearing a plastic pistol, and if he is a real policeman, he will not carry a fake gun."

"What's more, his acting is too fake."

Fujino crossed his arms and said in a deep voice: "The most important point is that as a patrolman, he actually carried a tool box for the forensic class and wore white gloves."

"Is there any problem with this?"

Takagi raised his hand and looked at his gloves in confusion: "It should be normal to wear gloves at the crime scene, right?"

Fujino was speechless: "Officer Takagi, did you overlook something?"

Takagi was stunned: "What did you overlook?"

"Do you need me to remind you?"

Fujino looked at Takagi's gloves and said, "Look at the crime scene. Apart from the people in the forensic department and the detectives, there are not many people wearing them?"

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

Sato Miwako took off her gloves. She looked at the sweat beads on her slender fingers and explained softly: "I'm sweating after wearing these gloves for just a while. My hands are about to get prickly heat. If they don't touch the corpse, I'm afraid the patrolmen won't wear gloves."

"That's true..."

Megure Jusan also took off his gloves after hearing this, took a look and immediately agreed.

Turning back, he looked at Takagi Wataru and clicked his tongue: "Brother Takagi, you didn't notice this, did you?"

Takagi: "..."

Didn't you notice it too?

Why are you picking on me!