It might have been the success of their tongue twister tactics, but Shenzhu Shihui started to speak with far fewer stutters and stumbles.
Had they already succeeded?
Following what Shenzhu Shihui had said, everyone turned their gaze towards Dubian Kyoko, who lay in bed.
Dubian Kyoko still lay quietly, showing not the slightest sign of movent.
"She still needs... recovery," Shenzhu Shihui explained succinctly, and after the brief explanation, retreated back into the Shinra Bell.
Logically speaking, that made sense; having any living person lie in bed for a month without moving, surviving solely on intravenous drips... of course they would need recovery.
"Let’s allow Miss Dubian to recuperate for now. The hospital will notify us in a few days when she wakes up."
Seeing that Dubian Kyoko still showed no sign of awakening, Beichuan Si didn’t seem to mind and casually made the remark before turning to leave the room.
He had called Gangye Yoshiko on the other side and was now busy eting her. Since the matter here had been resolved, there was no need to stay any longer.
After all, the situation with the tired woman was urgent.
...
"Here, Beichuan, the docunts you wanted." Gangye Yoshiko tossed the materials in her hand to Beichuan Si while sitting on the bench, rubbing her temples and leaning against the back of the bench, breathing laboriously like a dried-out fish.
Beichuan Si caught the videotape and glanced at Gangye Yoshiko’s agonized expression as if she were on death’s door. He offhandedly asked, "Hangover?"
Uh—
Gangye Yoshiko was left speechless by Beichuan Si’s question.
Only then did she avert her gaze and reply, "What hangover? That was adult networking, sothing a kid like you wouldn’t understand."
"You might have forgotten, but last night you were the one who took out to eat, and I was the one who took you ho," Beichuan Si bluntly thrust into Gangye Yoshiko’s heart.
"But that was—" Gangye Yoshiko’s face twitched, beginning to show signs of wanting to argue.
"Who said they wouldn’t drink?"
"..."
"Who promised ?"
"..."
"Stop ddling in adult affairs, Beichuan, a high school student like you shouldn’t care so much!" Gangye Yoshiko turned furious with embarrassnt.
This kid was really a piece of work, hard to handle with his obnoxious attitude.
The whole thing was her fault; she was the one who went drinking, which made Beichuan Si end up taking a cab ho alone—
But so what? She, Gangye Yoshiko, had done her duty and paid his fare, hadn’t she?
Just as Beichuan Si was about to speak with a poker face again, Gangye Yoshiko straightforwardly stood up, "Everything you need is in that white paper package, you can check it out later. But I must tell you, we’ve asked about Hinakabe Haru’s body. No matter how we inquired, that guy didn’t give us any useful information."
She shook her head while speaking, "All that guy did was tell us how he abused Hinakabe Haru over those forty days... Honestly... after hearing what he said, I guarantee you won’t be able to stomach your food."
Beichuan Si played with the white paper package in his hand, weighing its contents before clutching it without looking up and replied, "I can just eat my fill before I read it."
"..."
The corner of Gangye Yoshiko’s mouth twitched rapidly.
Beichuan Si was as good a conversationalist as ever.
Every ti Gangye Yoshiko chatted with Beichuan Si, she felt like he stretched the limits of her comprehension.
No wonder the guy could so easily handle those supernatural cases.
Gangye Yoshiko was sowhat helpless.
"Just rember not to lose the docunts. I still need to return them."
Arguing with Beichuan Si would only serve to stoke her own ire while Beichuan Si stood there expressionless, like nothing was the matter. Gangye Yoshiko couldn’t be bothered to continue such a pointless endeavor and left these words behind as she finished her cigarette and headed toward the parking lot.
Beichuan Si watched Gangye Yoshiko’s retreating figure and silently shook his head.
This woman was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. As long as he asked her for help, and it wasn’t anything too difficult, Gangye Yoshiko would generally agree.
From this perspective, Beichuan Si was quite thankful to her.
But to be honest, it was for Gangye Yoshiko’s own health that Beichuan Si didn’t want her to drink or smoke.
"We’ll talk next ti we et," Beichuan Si said, securing the docunts Gangye Yoshiko had given him and headed ho.
Beichuan Si got ho, tore off the paper wrapping, and revealed what was inside—
It was a videotape, labeled ’Interrogation Record 1-2’.
This was the videotape of the interrogation of Tsuchiya Motomu from years ago. It had been preserved since 2014 and appeared to be in pristine condition, without a single mark of wear.
Beichuan Si looked at the videotape in his hands, pondered for a mont, then inserted it into the old video player at ho that hadn’t been used in a long ti.
A buzzing sound started up, followed by a crisp ’click’, and images flashed on the television screen.
Since the recording was from 2014, both the audio and video quality were very clear.
On the screen was a small interrogation room.
The icy desk, the gleaming handcuffs, the glaring lights...
The cara angle was from the right side.
Through the lens with decent clarity, Beichuan Si saw the face of Tsuchiya Motomu.
He was a middle-aged, balding man, seemingly docile with drooping eyes and brows, exuding a submissive presence that betrayed no sign of soone who took pleasure in torturing others as a murderer.
"Mr. Tsuchiya, we believe you’re already clear about our questions. We hope you can reveal the whereabouts of Hinakabe Haru as soon as possible."
The male police officer spoke with a steady voice.
"..." Tsuchiya Motomu remained silent, only raising his brows and eyes slightly, seemingly with a touch of mockery.
"Please get your attitude right, Mr. Tsuchiya! Moreover, this case has had a severe negative social impact. Do you want to be sentenced to death?"
The male police officer’s voice rose several pitches, and he extended a finger to tap on the desk before him.
In fact, Beichuan Si could tell that the male police officer was all bark and no bite.
After all, in Japan, handing down a death sentence was as difficult as ascending to heaven; it was practically a race between death row inmates and judges to see who would outlive the other.
The urgent tapping seed to catch Tsuchiya Motomu’s attention, but he quickly responded with indifference, "I have already admitted to kidnapping Hinakabe Haru. I am aware of the consequences this will bring. Officer, there’s no need to emphasize over and over sothing I already know."
Saying this, he wore a smile on his face, "I’ve lived long enough already. It’s the young girl I feel sorry for; she hadn’t even enjoyed life before... heh heh..."
"You’re an absolute bastard," the male police officer cursed coldly.
But he still tried to maintain his composure, not letting himself get drawn into the other’s rhythm.
But the Tsuchiya Motomu in front of him was completely stubborn, like a pig unfazed by scalding water, which made things very difficult.
"The evidence is conclusive now, Mr. Tsuchiya. Are you sure you still want to struggle? If you confess, I can personally write a letter of recomndation for a reduced sentence," the male police officer said after taking a drink of water.
Tsuchiya Motomu sighed deeply, as if dismissing the other’s intelligence, "I’ve already killed soone, officer. What is the use of begging for a reduced sentence now? Murder is murder."
He chuckled twice before adding, "Indeed, I can also tell you now, Hinakabe Haru is already dead. I hid her in a concealed location, please don’t hold any hope that she’s still alive."
"..."
The conversation continued.
After all, the male police officer was a negotiation expert sent by the police, tasked with catching Tsuchiya Motomu’s psychological weaknesses and thereby finding Hinakabe Haru’s body.
But given that Hinakabe Haru’s body hadn’t been found, it was clear what the outco would be.
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