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"I...I, he threatened me!" Sato Nakato began to sweat, anxiously defending himself, "I didn't even know that he had a plan to kill, but thought he was just seeing Takihara It’s not very good. I will call for money if I’m short of money."

Yue nodded and turned over two pages of documents silently: "As far as I know, you have no formal occupation but a broker who lives by selling all kinds of information. You know all the big and small things that happened in Shenbin, but because of the credibility Well, so few people come to buy information from you. I have been to your house and found that the laundry room is filled with clothes for almost eight adults and children, and there are mop hang tags in the trash can that have not been thrown away. It shows that it was last month, but the mop seems to have been used for more than half a year, so you are still using your stepdaughter to help your neighbors do laundry and clean the home hygiene to make money."

"But even if you still don't have much deposit, most of the money is used to buy alcohol and drink, it is not easy to save 50,000 yuan?" Yue Zhong's voice was calm and there was no wave, listening to Sato Nakagawa There is no ups and downs in his ears. He seems to be able to follow the path given by Yue Zhong, not even a branch full of thorns, "Whether the money was saved by you or robbed by stealing Yes, your son has a bad relationship with you. If he doesn’t tell you clearly what happened, you will give him 50,000 yuan?"

Sato Naka-chang was constantly looking left and right when Yue Zhong spoke. It seemed that he also realized that if he continued to answer, everything would fall under Yue Zhong’s control. Since he couldn’t find a second way to go, then he Simply stopped.

"In the telephone records of the communication company, you really did not talk about this matter. Sato Kazuhiko only told you that he had something wrong and asked you to give him money. After hitting his account for 50,000 yuan, he was too little, so he gave it to you later. I called several times but you didn’t answer.” Yue Zhong continued. “I don’t know what method you used to contact in advance. As a broker, you may have access to channels that the Metropolitan Police Department does not know. If you don’t answer , This homicide cannot be separated from you."

"There is one other thing that I am curious about. What can he threaten you with, the things that are sloppy in your family?" Yue Zhong kept staring at Sato Nakachi after he finished, he became more and more uneasy and wanted to stand up, mouth I was trembling and wanted to say something, but in the end there was no sound.

This is the interrogation room, not the court. Naturally, no one came forward to complain about Yue Zhong’s speculative remarks and guiding questions. Since the case of violence at the stage of detection has not entered the judicial process, since there was no Yue Zhong, the other police normally interrogated. The same is true, except that they do not necessarily have so much detailed information about Yue Zhong.

There seemed to be only two choices before Sato Nakato, either to admit that he was threatened by Sato Kazuhiko to violently attack his stepdaughter, or to admit that he knew the fact that Sato Kazuhiko deliberately murdered, unless he could find something else for Sato Kazuhiko Reasons for remittance.

But none of this was what Yue Zhong wanted. After sitting in the interrogation room and stalemate with Sato Nakajima for three hours, Yue Zhong's stomach screamed.

From midnight last night until now, he ate two loaves of bread. It was normal to be hungry after lunch. Yue Zhong looked embarrassedly at the policeman who was taking notes, and instructed him to continue grinding with Sato , He went out to eat something.

Hiruba Iruha has been in the police station since he arrived in the morning, and sent Sato Kazuo to the lounge to comfort her after a good night's sleep. She has been waiting for the result of the interrogation to come out. There were some differences from last night, at least the assistant sheriff watched her eyes no longer dodge, and there was something in her mouth that she wanted to say but could not find a chance.

Seeing that the meal was about to arrive, Yilubo Huan went out to buy a lunch box and came back to wait for Yue Zhong. Unsurprisingly, Yue Zhong did not intend to let herself hungry out of the interrogation room.

"Come out, is there any progress?" Huan Yilubo handed the lunch box to Yue Zhong.

"It's still far-fetched to make him related to the case of Jian Takihara. He didn't want to say anything except for a few words at the beginning. Now he can only continue to drag on." Yue Zhong finally said, "Thank you Well, Miss Huan is very thoughtful."

Watching him sitting in a stainless steel chair, his hands squatted down on his knees and asked, "He wasn't like this yesterday. As soon as I said it, I was angry. Is it not good for me? Is the police station letting him sleep?" It's been a while."

Yue Zhong opened the bag and replied casually: "Maybe someone has sent him a message to let him know how to do it, or maybe it is because of seeing that you are under pressure. Isn't Miss Huan saying that everyone in Shenbin knows you? I I think he a broker can understand that a case where the magic girl intervenes is not so simple, so it should be too sleepless."

"Maybe so." Huan Yilubo nodded frowningly.

The dishes in the box lunch are very rich and the taste is not worse than that made at home. Huan Yilubo sent Yue Zhong without looking for a store at random, but went to the restaurant with the best taste she knew and packed it up~www. readwn.com~ When Yue Zhong eats, she also keeps staring. Yesterday night did not rest well, not only Naka Sato, accidentally telling Yue Zhong Houhuan Yilubo has been very anxious.

She was worried that Yue Zhong would think that his condition was to help him with an exchange of interests, but even if Yue Zhong did not agree, she would still be willing to help Yue Zhong to solve the case. I don’t know how to explain it with Yue Zhong’s Huan Yilubo. Seven seas and eight thousand generations of my best friend.

After they talked on the phone, under the calm guidance of the other party, Ilubo was finally able to sleep well. Today, she came to try to correct her mistakes.

After Yue Zhong finished his meal, Huan Yilubo hesitated and said: "Yue Zhong, Yachiyo heard that you came to Shenbin and she would also like to see you."

"See me? I'm not a panda. What good-looking things are." Yue Zhong was a little puzzled. He had never dealt with the seven seas and eight thousand generations, and listening to the description of Huan Yilubo, the other party was also a very cold girl, impossible. Because of a little curiosity, Da Lao Yuan ran from Hokkaido.

Huan Yilubo's expression soon let Yue Zhong find the answer. The other party was probably called by her to help.

"Miss Huan, can you give me a little time? It's hard to tell you a definite answer for my current situation." Yue Zhong threw the lunch box into the trash can and said with a sad eyebrow, "The magical girl in this world We are the existence that I can believe, as long as I can help, I will not refuse."

"...I'm sorry Yue Zhong, I really didn't mean to urge you to make a statement." Huan Yilubo was more nervous when she heard Yue Zhong's words, "but Yachiyo really wants to see you, and she should be here in the afternoon. "

Yue Zhong’s calm face only smiled for a short moment: "Well, it’s better to have more than one person to help."