Of course, if I was seeing the world through technicolour lenses, I’d be having too much fun to bother with this “observing” stuff.
It’s like being high and getting the associated sensory processing disorders, but without actually being high! (ﾟ∀ﾟ)
Eru outright begging for assistance. From what we’ve seen of Houtarou, he could probably manipulate her into serving his own interests, if you know what I mean.
I can’t help but wonder what Houtarou’s thinking. I’d imagine he’s visualizing a graph of Effort against Pleasure, and determining that his usual utility function won’t intersect the new shift as per a-successful-manipulation/corruption-of-a-cute-innocent-girl.
Which is why Houtarou is seriously unrealistic. We all know that at that age, all humans possessing the Y-chromosome would move mountains for the possibility of serving his own interests.
Or, Houtarou really does abide by his code of minimal effort. Which is also sadly realistic, from a sad (and having no other option) foreveralone point of view.
One of my favourite parts of the episode. No matter how good Houtarou is with observations and deductions and mental chess, he still has to suffer through examinations like the rest of us.
That’s right. There’s a lesson to be learnt here. That education systems worldwide are flawed and only serve to keep talent under a dirty metaphorical jackboot.
The objective behind this episode’s puzzle, and simultaneously the part of the puzzle that prevented me from seeing the answer.
What I liked about this episode’s puzzle was how it was presented. No longer did Houtarou outright mention the clues – and hence not immediately providing a crutch for the viewer, but irrelevant information was also thrown into the mix.
It’s no longer just a matter of taking the pieces and trying to make them fit. It’s now a matter of taking the pieces, figuring out which pieces don’t fit, then making a connection with the rest.
Which is how mysteries ought to be. They’re mysteries, not jigsaw puzzles.
“Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains, it must be so boring.”
Except that Houtarou would never say anything like that, because Houtarou isn’t a supposed high-functioning sociopath with the immature need to show off his abilities and impress a random woman who makes him feel special.
Well, not too sure about that last bit. Time will tell.
I absolutely love this part of Houtarou. If there’s not enough data, get more. Simple.
And to think that there are thousands of amateur mystery writers out there who struggle to account for their “realistic” characters having unrealistic access to all sorts of vital information. Or the even more unrealistic alternative where one scrap of information suddenly reveals the antagonist’s plans in obscene detail.
Why have the main character create ludicrously convoluted mental flowcharts to arrive for the most probable solution based on the given data, when you can just introduce some chaos and see what happens?
Aha! A clue!
Joker: 1, Batman: 0.
Is there anything more aggravating knowing that you’re being blackmailed, that you’re not capable of doing anything about it, and that you’re going to have to go through with it? And on top of that, that your blackmailer is genuinely sorry for blackmailing you in the first place?
The dude’s rage is delicious. KyoAni deserves some sort of animation award for conveying such anger without having to resort to the usual anime facial contortions.
This is the other part I love about Houtarou.
In fiction, intelligence is often depicted as having the ability to predict the outcome of certain situations. Which honestly makes more sense than having a whole bunch of degrees. When people say that Bane is a genius supervillain, they don’t point to his expertise in chemistry or botany or whatever. They point to the fact that he broke Batman’s spine. (EDUCATION SYSTEMS I AM LOOKING AT YOU. AGAIN.)
But the thing with predicting outcomes is that it’s unrealistic. Sure, it makes a character look awesome. For all of maybe 2 seconds. Because at some point, a logical mind with a good grasp of statistics and probability is going to call bullshit on the whole thing. And your awesome character is now an arrogant Detective Sue.
Also, setting up an expectation is just tempting fate. Remember all those times you went into an examination telling your friends that you were going to kick ass, and then having to sneak out the back door in shame because you got blindsided by an overzealous professor?
For all Houtarou knew, the other dude could have burnt the anthologies out of spite, after they left. Imagine confidently stating “they’ll be on the table when we get back” and returning to find a pile of ashes.
Houtarou doesn’t predict outcomes (unless he’s already manipulated it himself, like episode 1′s note). I don’t even think he had any expectations. He merely returned to the clubroom and let the results speak for themselves.
So yes. I didn’t manage to figure out this week’s puzzle.
I saw the infrared detectors, the makeshift table, air freshener and fan and open window, and the shirt on the table. Especially the shirt on the table.
The newspaper dude didn’t want to be disturbed, something was under the table, and he had to get rid of a scent in the air.
I concluded that the newspaper dude was having sex in the classroom and was hiding the girl under the makeshift table. Who might not be able to keep silent for long, or would otherwise be suffering under there. And the Fresh
Prince of Bel Air Combo was to drive out any… unchaste odours.
Yeah, that damn shirt got me good.
How was I to know that the safe was so damned big? That it would require so much camouflage to hide it?
In hindsight, I should have expected that it had to be sufficiently large to store decades’ worth of anthologies, but even then it didn’t need to be of that size.
I suppose I didn’t really believe that the safe was in the room in the first place. I thought the safe was somewhere else entirely, and newspaper dude just had the misfortune of wanting to hide something else when the Hyouka crew turned up.
Although if it really was a girl, newspaper dude could just ask for 5 minutes and get her out of the way before letting the Hyouka crew search the room. Which would have disproved the theory that he was hiding a girl. HINDSIGHT IS ALWAYS 20/20.
I also apologize for constantly making references to a hypothetical girl without considering the alternative. The newspaper dude may have been hiding a guy. I’m just handicapped by having to work with my predominantly heterosexual mindset. So now you know.
Murder? Blackmail? Super epic sex party conducted by the chairman of the very first Classics Club?
Wait, it can’t be that last one. That wouldn’t have traumatized Eru one bit.
That would have been too easy.
I just hope that each year’s Classics Club alumni haven’t been retelling the original story in each year’s anthology in a bizarre variant of broken telephone and the Hyouka crew needs to compare them to find the unembellished truth.
Which would make for a great way to pass the time, sure, but an absolute wreck of an anime. Think Endless Eight, but with no swimsuits. -shudders-
Episode (I actually enjoyed both, my failure makes me spiteful) Mystery rating:
2.5 out of 5 mildly annoyed John Watson’s
“Look, forget it. I thought I was onto something, I wasn’t.”