Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 775 - 472: The Baka Theory

Fushimi Roku demanded the original of the letter and the sender’s information. Initially, the newspaper representative was reluctant to give it to him until Fushimi Roku offered more, spending 500,000 yen to purchase it.

The transaction went very smoothly, without any complications. After six days and five nights, spending 500,000 yen and various taxi fares, the two finally found the information about the instigator.

"Wait, isn’t this..."

Minamoto Tamako stared at the address on the letter, turning her head to meet Fushimi Roku’s gaze.

Fushimi Roku noticed it the moment he got the letter and nodded, saying, "Yes, that’s right, right across from our new home."

After all, they were professional criminal police. With a crucial clue, they effortlessly uncovered the truth of the matter.

The specific address of the sender was the convenience store in front of their new home, and the sender was a female employee of the store.

Just because the convenience store’s female employee wrote a tip-off letter, accompanied by misleading and distorted photos, Minamoto Tamako’s life was nearly ruined.

The reason she could still energetically conduct investigations everywhere was mainly due to Fushimi Roku and Taira Sakurako. They intercepted all the harassment calls, burned all the threatening letters, and drove away all the reporters trying to interview her, creating an informational cocoon for Minamoto Tamako.

This was still in an era when social media wasn’t so prevalent; another ten to twenty years from now, the public opinion effect might multiply a hundredfold.

As per the original plan, Minamoto Tamako sued the female clerk in court.

The police finally opened an investigation, figuring out what had happened.

The female clerk was named Kikuchi Shiika, nineteen years old, living alone and unmarried. While working part-time at the convenience store, she encountered Minamoto Tamako, who had been in the news recently—she enjoyed reading related news, whatever that was.

In short, she noticed that Minamoto Tamako lived in a luxury house, drove a luxury car, and as a criminal police officer didn’t seem to have a regular job. Thus, she concluded that Minamoto Tamako’s money came from dishonest means.

As a taxpaying citizen, she felt obliged to report such a parasite.

Minamoto Tamako was first bemused, but then she expressed understanding, thinking that Kikuchi Shiika had just misunderstood her in the pursuit of justice.

In front of the incredulous gaze of Fushimi Roku, Minamoto Tamako sat across from Kikuchi Shiika, sincerely explaining the misunderstandings. For instance, where the house came from, where the car came from, who the eight- or nine-year-old girl was, and who the cohabiting man was...

In conclusion, she explained everything clearly and only made one request to Kikuchi Shiika:

"As long as you apologize, let’s call it quits. You meant well and just made a mistake, so I won’t pursue it excessively."

Fushimi Roku swore that these were Minamoto Tamako’s exact words, and she genuinely felt that way.

But Kikuchi Shiika refused.

Kikuchi Shiika not only refused but claimed that Minamoto Tamako had humiliated her and subjected her to coercive interrogation. She also called in a public interest lawyer—she couldn’t afford a private lawyer—to sue the Nakagawara Police Station, for detaining her without her consent.

Minamoto Tamako felt puzzled. Sitting next to the apartment’s lawyer, she asked with a confused expression, "I just want an apology. It’s true she did something wrong, is it so hard to apologize?"

"Look! She’s humiliating me again! She’s attacking me personally! She—Does having money make her incredible? Can she do whatever she wants because she has money?" Kikuchi Shiika cried out, "You’re all bullying me! What exactly did I do wrong?!"

"What?" Minamoto Tamako even started doubting herself. She turned back and asked Fushimi Roku, "Did I speak harshly?"

Fushimi Roku had to pull Minamoto Tamako out of the interrogation room. He found it hard to describe the situation momentarily. Sitting in the hallway chairs, Fushimi Roku took a moment, then tried to explain in simple terms, "You know, I used to be a lawyer..."

"I still find it hard to believe."

Minamoto Tamako scratched her head. She wasn’t all that angry; the culprit was caught, and the other party had good intentions. She just thought Kikuchi Shiika’s personality was a bit baffling: "I mean your past... But it’s not that I don’t believe it at all, you can understand, right? It’s just that half-believing, half-doubting kind of feeling."

"I understand, but we’re getting sidetracked; it’s not important," Fushimi Roku brought the topic back on track: "What I want to say is, I started as a junior lawyer, so I dealt with a lot of small cases..."

"Like the Yakai Mutsumi husband’s murder case?" Minamoto Tamako reasoned by analogy.

"Something like that," Fushimi Roku offered examples: "Like overdosing a male model causing disability, catching someone in the act of cheating with their mother-in-law, recharging 50,000 yen only to demand a refund for a legitimate massage, arranging three girlfriends to prostitute while he solicited clients..."

He paused and concluded: "You have to understand, the whole world is made up of idiots; everyone in the world is an idiot."

This segment in Japanese is ’baka-yarou,’ henceforth referred to as Baka-yarou.

Minamoto Tamako was a bit puzzled: "Then aren’t you essentially insulting yourself?"

"I have a whole Baka theory, which covers everyone, including you and me." Fushimi Roku patted his chest and said, "That’s right, I’m a Baka too."

"Huh?" Minamoto Tamako reached out to flatten her cowlick.

Fushimi Roku began to instill his Baka theory: "The world consists of three types of people. The first is the kind-hearted Baka, the second is the evil Baka, and the third is the chaotic Baka."

"First, the kind-hearted Baka. Everyone in the world is a unique individual; differences will cause clashes. As long as you express opinions, it’ll stir debate, being seen as a Baka by others."

"But it doesn’t matter. Instead of arguing, they maintain basic morals and high cognitive abilities, making them kind-hearted Baka."

"Next is the evil Baka. Their worldview is skewed; they love seizing and sensationalizing, have a strong sense of vanity, and often hurt others while benefiting themselves."

"Such people are considered ’snakes’ or ’villains’ in social cognition. They have brains and do wrong for personal gain, so they are evil Baka."

"Finally, the chaotic Baka, who lack a worldview."

Fushimi Roku emphasized, "Can you understand? Their heads are empty. They’re disguised as normal idiots, like Kazama Chihime, a violent maniac in disguise."

"Due to low cognition, they can’t discern right from wrong, frequently hurting others without benefiting themselves, doing bad things with good intentions. When criticized, they don’t reflect on their mistakes but think, ’I had good intentions, so why bully me...’"

"For example, villagers forcing their underage daughters into marriage, thinking it’s for their happiness; or full-time housewives heavily investing in her husband’s luxury items, thinking they’re managing finances well if losses occur..." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Can you understand? Chaotic Baka are unpredictable!"

Fushimi Roku finally presented his central thesis. He took out a piece of chocolate-flavored like excrement from his pocket: "They’re like this. Arguing with a chaotic Baka is like trying to taste chocolate flavor in excrement-flavored chocolate, leaving you with nothing but a mouthful of crap."

Minamoto Tamako understood and loudly objected: "No! Right is right, and wrong is wrong. I just want an apology! You got it wrong this time. Even if Kikuchi Shiika wants to renege, the judge will certainly be on my side!"

However, reality proved Fushimi Roku was right.

A week later, when the case opened, after a not-so-arduous debate, the judge’s final verdict was as follows:

—Minamoto Tamako is to compensate Kikuchi Shiika with 10,000 yen for emotional distress.

The reason was simply humanitarian concern.

Minamoto Tamako came from a well-off family, part of the upper class; Kikuchi Shiika was a wage earner and had even developed depression, repeatedly attempting to slit her wrists in detention... The judge read the case’s interrogation record and felt Minamoto Tamako was somewhat relentless, thus passing this judgment.

When Minamoto Tamako received the judgment, it was as if she’d tasted chocolate-flavored excrement.