"Is your fucking na Qingshui Yong?"
In the interrogation room of the Police Headquarters, Nakamura Shinichi burst through the door and kicked Qingshui Yong in the chest.
"Ah!"
Qingshui Yong scread in pain as he and the chair he was tied to were knocked to the ground, and he felt like he was about to vomit his bile.
Two police officers quickly ca forward to set him upright.
"Don’t hit ! I’ll talk... I’ll tell you everything."
Qingshui Yong was a typical waster, lazy and brash, thick-faced, and weak under pressure but knew when to fold.
He had been arrested multiple tis and knew the police must have evidence about sothing, though he didn’t know exactly what.
So his next step was to probe; he couldn’t afford to blurt out sothing in panic that the police didn’t yet know.
"Why did you kill Beiyuan Yangtao? Who made you do it?" asked Nakamura Shinichi with a stern face.
Qingshui Yong felt a sinking feeling. He hadn’t expected it to be about the murder of Beiyuan Yangtao. Knowing he couldn’t escape, he confessed honestly, "Nobody made do it. It was purely out of greed, and in my panic, I accidentally killed him."
"Bang!" Nakamura Shinichi, expressionless, forced Qingshui Yong’s head down and smashed it onto the table, causing bright red blood to flow from his nose and mouth corners.
The blood dripped onto the table, splattering around.
Pain overwheld Qingshui Yong, and he cried out with a sobbing voice, "Everything I’m telling you is true!"
"Bam!" Nakamura Shinichi smashed his head on the table again, "Think carefully before you speak."
"I have thought it through, what I told is the truth." Qingshui Yong nodded frantically, blood splattering, speaking unclearly, "When I entered, he was already lying unconscious on the floor with a lot of US Dollars on him. I just wanted to take the money, but then he suddenly woke up and threatened to call the police, that’s when I panicked and killed him."
He paused for a mont, then suddenly rembered sothing and quickly shouted, "I know a clue! When I went in, the road was empty, but when I ca out, I saw a black Honda sedan parked by the roadside!"
"What’s the license plate number?" Nakamura Shinichi pressed.
From Qingshui Yong’s reactions, he was certain that the man wasn’t instructed by soone else and showed no signs of lying.
But after hearing Qingshui Yong’s words, he speculated that soone indeed intended to kill Beiyuan Yangtao that night, the people in the black Honda sedan, but Qingshui Yong had unwittingly beaten them to it.
Since those people hadn’t killed anyone, naturally, they wouldn’t be too cautious or afraid of police tracing back to them, so the car was most likely not destroyed.
If they could track the car, they could slowly unravel and help Police Chief Aoyama determine who was really pulling the strings.
"Let think, I’m sure I rember the license plate," Qingshui Yong murmured, breathing rapidly as he strained to think, squeezing out numbers piece by piece, "It’s in the Shinjuku District xxx..."
"Are you sure?" Nakamura Shinichi asked.
Qingshui Yong nodded vigorously, "Absolutely sure!"
He had found it odd at the ti and took a good look, the brief number stuck in his mind.
"Imdiately have soone check this car, and be careful not to alert them," Nakamura Shinichi turned and instructed an officer, then looked at Qingshui Yong, "Anything else you can tell us can help reduce your sentence, murder is a serious cri! If you can’t help solve this, you’ll never get out."
Qingshui Yong went pale; he had just turned twenty this year, pri of his youth, and losing his freedom forever would be worse than death for him.
"I... I have another clue, but it’s unrelated to this case, can I report it? Does it count as contributing to solving the case if I report it? It involves another murder?"
Qingshui Yong looked up, speaking vaguely, his face bruised and bloody, full of unease and desire.
"Speak." Any clue related to a case could be a step toward earning rit; Nakamura Shinichi naturally would not disdain it, "Whatever the case, as long as you can provide clues that aid in solving it, it’s considered contributing."
Qingshui Yong’s face was a picture of internal conflict, but soon he gritted his teeth and resigned himself.
Then he slowly began.
"It was seven years ago, I was still in the orphanage, 15 years old. I had a fellow orphan friend nad Cang Jindie. She had a close female friend nad Matsuboto Naoko. One day the headmistress told us that Naoko was about to be adopted by a well-to-do couple of teachers. Jealous, Cang Jindie..."
"Wait! What did you say her na was?" Nakamura Shinichi suddenly interrupted Qingshui Yong, blurting out in inquiry.
Aoyama Yu looked puzzled, "Cang Jindie."
Nakamura Shinichi pursed his lips, surprised by such a coincidence—sa na, both orphans, he was certain the Cang Jindie he knew was the sa person who once seduced Hattori Aozaki.
Japan really is small.
"Go on," he said.
Qingshui Yong was baffled but refocused on his story, "She tried to persuade Matsuboto Naoko to let her have the opportunity, but Naoko refused. With resentnt in her heart, she lured her to the dry well behind the orphanage and pushed her down. I was there too, but I thought she just wanted to talk more with Naoko and never imagined she would do that!"
"There was no surveillance at the ti, and Naoko just disappeared. No one knew she was actually lying in the dry well in the backyard until the body started to sll. But no one suspected that she was pushed deliberately, everyone just thought she had fallen."
"When the couple ca the next day to adopt Naoko and learned she was missing, they were very disappointed. Amid Cang Jindie’s insistent pleas, the headmistress recomnded her, but they did not choose her, and her hopes turned to disappointnt."
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