Chapter 126: Exposure
Chapter 126: Exposure
"..."
Damn, I just wanted to 'repay a favor' and ask for the right to use the anomaly. I didn't expect you to have your sights set on my people...
Lyon reached out and touched the sheep's head, inspecting the female prisoner's soul state. To his surprise, her invitation seemed genuine. He couldn't help but sigh, "Forget it. I have no interest in the Rebel Faction; your methods are just too radical."
"..."
After hearing Lyon's words, the two people in the interrogation room were left speechless.
Too radical? In all these years, we've carried out over two hundred attacks, and the number of high-ranking officials we've killed doesn't even come close to the number you've taken out in one night! And you have the nerve to call us radical?
Both felt the other's words were absurd, and they sat in silence for a while. Finally, Lyon spoke up,
"Since you already know what happened to the Lane family, I'll be direct... I'm very interested in that bandage, and I want to get your approval to obtain it."
"That's possible."
The female prisoner, upon hearing this, didn't get angry but nodded and said,
"As long as you let me out, I'll immediately give up the right to use the bandage and hand it over to you."
"That's impossible."
Lyon shook his head,
"Setting aside the charge of assassinating the princess, Isa showed me some of your files. In the years you've been with the Rebel Faction, you've participated in numerous attacks, causing the deaths of at least several dozen innocent people..."
"So... you're saying I deserve to be punished?"
Upon hearing Lyon's words, the female prisoner's eyes sharpened as she glared at him and said coldly,
"Sure, if that's how you want to calculate it, then take the Kingdom's Noble List and investigate every single family, one by one, according to the laws enacted by the Kingdom! If there's a single noble family with less severe crimes than mine, I'll go and smash my head against a wall right now!"
"You've misunderstood. I'm not blaming you," Lyon shook his head.
"What I'm saying is that your accumulated crimes are enough to warrant the death penalty. So, I don't need to get you out; I just need to wait a while longer. You'll be hanged for these crimes, and afterward, I can still obtain the bandage."
"..."
After listening to Lyon's earnest explanation, the female prisoner's face turned ashen.
She had initially thought that Lyon would be like the female police officer, talking about how victims become new perpetrators after being harmed. She had prepared her rebuttal for this, but she didn't expect the man before her to be so practical, not arguing or debating her questions, and instead, casually giving her a direct answer. It felt like offering salt to someone who couldn't taste it.
"Then why did you come to me?"
Looking at the slightly slender, handsome man before her, the female prisoner huffed,
"Anyway, I'm going to die eventually, so why don't you just wait for me to die?"
"Because you're one of the assassins who attempted to kill the princess, and before the case is fully resolved, you definitely won't die. But right now, those who should be dealing with this are all preoccupied with the Lane Blood Night, and who knows when they'll get around to you. I don't want to wait that long."
"So, whether I agree or not, it's just a matter of saving you some time, right?"
"Yes."
"..."
Looking at Lyon, who was a few years younger than the female police officer but seemed unyielding, the female prisoner felt a deep sense of helplessness.
Staring at him, she huffed,
"I admit that you killed Bobby Lane and destroyed the Lane family, and you did avenge me. But I'm not the type to repay favors! Besides, if it weren't for your interference, I could have finished off that female police officer in the carriage and then broken into the Lane family's residence, taking down that dog, Bobby Lane!"
As she spoke, the female prisoner's anger seemed to intensify, and she glared at Lyon,
"If we're going by that logic, you're even my enemy! So, why should I help you?"
"If you want my bandage, then just wait for me to die!"
"...?"
It wasn't going to be that easy after all... I guess I'll have to resort to some methods! Upon hearing this, Lyon couldn't help but shake his head and then asked, "Your daughter... she's still alive, right?"
Looking at the female prisoner whose expression suddenly turned solemn, Lyon spoke softly, "Although your daughter's file states that she's deceased, having died from hunger and illness, when you talk about revenge, you hardly mention her. Instead, you talk about revenge for 'my husband' and 'our family's misfortune'."
"So, either your love for your daughter pales in comparison to your husband, or you don't even consider her worth mentioning. Or, your daughter is actually alive, and when you talk about revenge, you subconsciously omit her. Am I right?"
"...?"
This damn dog thing! Knowing that she couldn't possibly hide the truth from Lyon's "interrogation," the female prisoner gave up her futile struggle and glared at Lyon with gritted teeth. She then nodded vigorously, admitting, "You're right, my daughter is indeed alive. But on the day I joined the Rebel Faction, I sent her away, without leaving a single trace of her whereabouts."
"You'll never find my daughter, and you can forget about using her as a threat against me! If you were to join us, I'd gladly give you the bandage. Otherwise, you can wait until I'm dead!"
"Fine, then I'll assume I can't find her."
After a moment of intense eye contact with the determined female prisoner, Lyon silently nodded and continued in a soft voice, "Then what about the spy you have in the Secret Investigation Bureau? Do you think I can find him?"
"What?!?!"
"Don't deny it. You sold him out the moment I stepped through the door."
Lyon took out the bloodstained plague belt from his pocket and placed it on the table, his expression calm as he said, "When I first tried to inform you about Bobby Lane's death, your exact words were, 'The Lane Family is in turmoil, and almost all the core members of the family have perished...' right?"
After repeating her words, Lyon lightly tapped the bandage on the table, stained with blood, and said with a meaningful tone, "I admit I was forced to eliminate some members of the Lane Family, but even I only found out afterward that most of the people I killed were core members of the Lane Family."
"So, could you please tell me, while you've been locked up in a cell with only a bandage as your 'eyes,' how did you know that the ones who died in the Lane Family were not ordinary members but the core members?"
"You?!?"
"Your flaws are too numerous, and I can guess a general range just by looking at your soul's state."
Lyon placed his little finger against his horn and stared at the female prisoner's wildly surging soul, his expression calm as he said, "As an important prisoner in the Princess Assassination Case, everyone who has seen you must be registered, and you can't be interrogated alone; you must be accompanied. So, it's not easy for a spy to infiltrate the Secret Investigation Bureau. To avoid him acting suspiciously and getting exposed, the spy wouldn't dare contact you unless he's part of the investigation team."
"...?"
"Oh, and since I told you about the Lane Family's situation, the spy must have contacted you after Lane Blood Night. That narrows down the possibilities even further."
"I just glanced at the interrogation registration form when I came in, and I saw that you've been interrogated about thirty times in the past few days by four different groups, totaling eight names. Excluding Isa, who couldn't possibly be the spy, the remaining people are..."
"No! Don't say it!"
As the name was about to leave Lyon's mouth, the female prisoner's mental defenses completely crumbled, and she shouted, "Shut up! You want my bandage? Here, take it! Take it all!"
(End of Chapter)
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