Chapter 373: The Investigation Begins
Chapter 373: The Investigation Begins
The same two investigators as before?
Lyon squinted slightly, recognizing the two investigators in the dim light. He didn't reach out to shake hands with the elderly investigator.
After the Lane Blood Night incident, these two had come to investigate him and ultimately submitted a report stating, "Extremely high danger level, strict control recommended."
The grinning old man in front of him even mentioned in the evaluation that Lyon disregarded regulations and was extremely dissatisfied with the current rules. He predicted that Lyon would attempt to break free from the Bureau's control and act recklessly once he gained power.
That report, filled with nothing but criticism, was even seen by the Aquarius Director. During a meeting at headquarters, in front of everyone, the director brought up the report, nearly sending Lyon to be brain-licked by a brain-eating demon, causing Lyon a great deal of trouble.
...
"Haha, it seems Mr. Lyon isn't very welcoming of us."
After waiting for a while without seeing Lyon offer a handshake, the elderly investigator didn't seem embarrassed. Instead, he smiled, naturally withdrew his hand, and then politely apologized, saying, "I'm sorry. We are here to investigate potential rule violations. Even if it's not as meaningful as dealing with anomalies, we still have to follow the rules and complete the investigation.
After all, if there weren't people like us conducting investigations and restraining the overly reckless Cleaners, this world would undoubtedly become a playground for evil gods and demons.
So, I apologize. Even if you feel a bit aggrieved, and even if our questions might be annoying, please try to cooperate as much as possible."
What a long-winded speech... Are you preparing for an exam?
Lyon glanced at the old man who had spoken ill of him, furrowing his brows without saying a word. This was taken as his consent to answer their questions and cooperate with the Bureau's investigation. The red-haired director, who had been coldly observing from behind the desk, waved her hand impatiently and shooed them away. "Go ask your questions elsewhere, I'm busy. Don't disturb my work here!"
"Yes, ma'am."
After nodding to the red-haired director, the elderly investigator raised his arm and gestured outside.
"Mr. Lyon, let's go directly to Miss Emma's office. She's been waiting for us there."
So, you went to Senior Emma before coming to me?
Lyon narrowed his eyes at the polite yet insincere old man and turned away, heading straight to Senior Emma's room filled with various torture devices.
The female investigator, visibly annoyed, and the elderly investigator, still smiling, followed him into Emma's office.
"Well then, let's begin."
He pushed aside the skull-crushing hammer and the dog-tooth iron collar on the sofa, and Lyon, with Emma by his side, placed the wooden carved black sheep on the table and said without emotion:
"Given your prejudice against us from the Virgin Bureau, if you insist on wasting time with such questions, I will question the significance of this interrogation and request the Bureau to send two new investigators."
"You!"
Stopping the female investigator, whose face had turned slightly red, the old man smiled and said, "It's alright, Isa.
"Mr. Lyon and Miss Emma are both very busy. We can be more flexible with our questions and focus on the ones I've marked.
"Fine..."
The female investigator bit her lip in frustration and turned a page in her notebook, her expression turning hostile as she asked:
"First question! Did the two of you ever have the intention to kill Marquis Gold Falcon?"
"Yes."
"And the second question... Huh?"
Looking at the "deny" she had circled in her notebook, the female investigator's eyes widened in confusion, and her face filled with astonishment as she said, "What did you say?"
"I'm telling you, we both had the idea of killing Marquis Golden Falcon, and it was very strong!"
Upon confirming that she had heard correctly, the female detective, feeling a little dazed, instinctively looked towards Emma, hoping for a negative answer. However, she was met with Emma's look of agreement.
Oh no... Why are you two so quick to admit it? Can't you at least deny it a little?
Lyon's honesty left her speechless for several seconds. The female detective, unable to hold back, asked, "Why?"
"Because he deserves it."
After briefly explaining what Randall had done, Lyon, filled with disgust, said, "If he hadn't jumped into the lake, whether it was Senior Emma becoming the commissioner of a small bureau or me finding evidence to put him away, it would've been his end! Jumping into the lake and drowning was even too good for him!"
After hearing Lyon's words, Emma seemed to recall her deceased relatives and daughter. Her eyes glistened with faint tears, and she nodded in agreement.
"..."
So he did deserve to die... But that's true... But that's not what I wanted to ask.
I'm a detective investigating you, and although our job is to get you to tell the truth, isn't your honesty a bit too much?
Glancing at the list of questions she had prepared in her notebook, prepared to get Lyon to admit to wanting to kill Marquis Golden Falcon, the female detective picked up her pen and crossed out the corresponding questions. Then, hesitantly, she asked, "Then... where were you on the night he died? Is there anyone who can provide an alibi for you?"
"No." Lyon shook his head. "I was working late at the bureau, and Senior Emma was at home taking care of her daughter. We don't have anyone who can vouch for us."
"..."
So, you don't even have alibis? Can't you at least try to deny it a little?
Looking at the notebook, where over a dozen questions were now useless, the female detective felt a little deflated after two of her 'heavy blows' had missed their mark. She opened her mouth slightly in dismay and crossed out another long list of questions.
"Then... for the third question, was Marquis Golden Falcon killed by you?"
"No."
Senior Emma shook her head slightly.
"It's a pity, but no."
Lyon's expression even held a hint of regret.
Regarding Randall's death... of course, he committed suicide.
Although I forced him to jump into the river hundreds of times in my dreams and sent him to the execution platform to be hanged thousands of times, I never even touched a finger of his. I didn't even look at his face with my own eyes. What does his jumping into the river have to do with me?
Seeing that the "honest duo" finally stopped their admissions, the female detective secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She straightened up, holding the pile of questions she had prepared, and asked excitedly, "Then how do you explain his sudden death? You two have the motive to kill him, the ability to do so, and no alibi for that night, so please explain..."
"My dear daughter~"
Just then, the black sheep on the table, tired of listening, rolled its eyes and opened its mouth in a wide grin. "Come here, let Daddy give you a hug!"
???
The female detective pointed at herself, hesitating as she asked, "You... were you calling me just now?"
"Who else could it be? Come a little closer... a little closer... heh tui!"
A mouthful of powerful smoker's phlegm flew out, sticking to the back of the investigation form. The black sheep smirked at the horrified female detective.
"We have the motive to do something with your mother, the ability to do something with her, and even on the night you were conceived, we didn't have an alibi... according to your logic, doesn't that make me your biological father?"
(End of Chapter)
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