Chapter 208

Saiki Usaba left the Metropolitan Police Department and drove off in the car that Kenji Hagiwara usually used.

He took the car keys from Hagiwara Kenji's desk right in front of him, and Hagiwara Kenji probably hasn't noticed yet.

But there was nothing Bo Yezaki could do; after all, he still hadn't bought a car and was always hitching rides with other people, making up all sorts of excuses to be late...

Any job, unless it's a personal hobby or belief, will become tedious after a while, let alone Bo Yezaki, who has been doing this for two years. Just making sure he completes his daily tasks is already quite an achievement.

Although being a police officer does indeed make it easy to accumulate suspicion points, to be honest, Usaku Saiki has been thinking about resigning for a long time. However, Inspector Megure seems to have noticed something and always tries to persuade him with kind words, and gives him leave every time his patience is about to reach its limit... which makes it difficult for him to find an opportunity to speak up.

Despite his awful personality, Usakabe Saiki is generally more compliant to gentle persuasion than force. Inspector Megure has been so accommodating to him and has done him all sorts of favors, so he has to consider Inspector Megure's feelings before resigning. Therefore, he can only slack off by being late and leaving early, hoping that Inspector Megure will come to his senses soon.

However, it seems that, in order not to lose his highly efficient and capable subordinate, Inspector Megure is determined to continue pretending to be blind...

Thinking of this, even with the disguise of Hanchuan Shenliu, Bo Yezaki couldn't help but sigh.

He really had to be ruthless and take drastic measures...

Soon, the car arrived at its destination.

This is an abandoned building. The land has been transferred, and people will be coming to demolish and rebuild it soon.

He chose the rooftop of this building as the meeting place for Pramia, because he wouldn't have to worry about being disturbed there.

After parking the car in a secluded spot, Bo Yezaki did not get out immediately. Instead, he switched to his original body and used the [Universal Navigation] to search for nearby security risks and the location of Pramia.

Although he had already come here last night, isn't this just in case?

After confirming everything that needed to be confirmed, Bo Yezhai changed back into Han Chuan Shenliu's vest, got out of the car, and walked up the stairs to the rooftop.

Reaching the top floor and looking at the closed rooftop door, Bo Yezaiji finally drew his gun from his back waist.

After opening the door, he dodged a shot with a leisurely and nonchalant manner, as if he had already anticipated the movements of the person behind the door. He then returned fire, and a bullet grazed the other person's scalp, serving as a warning and forcing the other person to retreat.

During this time, Usaku Saiki dodged two more bullets.

"Aren't you going to leave some for yourself?" Usakabe asked casually. "You don't actually think I'll give you a chance to change the magazine, do you?"

Pramia listened to the advice and stopped, offering a meager way out: "I don't do business with the weak."

"...It's been a whole night, haven't you investigated me at all?"

Pramia: "..."

That—of course, it was investigated.

Knowing their surname, occupation, and appearance, you can find out all that information by asking an information broker.

Han Chuan Shenliu is clearly a police officer who has solved many cases, but the various rumors surrounding him make his image very different from that of a police officer.

Corrupt cops, triad bosses, gang undercover agents, Moriarty, the Napoleon of the underworld...

The most amazing thing is that the information brokers don't have any photos of his face. At most, they only have a side profile from a distance, or a back view, because this guy is quite good at hiding from cameras and surveillance.

This alone is enough to show that he has a problem, but the police don't seem to investigate these kinds of things unless they're absolutely sure, so they haven't found anything yet.

However, for Pramia, it's certainly a good thing that there's something wrong with the Flowing River.

This means that everything Han Chuan Shenliu did to her was inconsistent with his identity as a police officer, which could be considered leverage against her, giving her the leverage to negotiate.

After carefully studying the intelligence related to Hanchuan Shenliu, Pramia felt that given this man's cautious nature, it was impossible for him to have overlooked this issue. In other words, Hanchuan Shenliu's act of revealing his police identity to her and giving her time to investigate the matter was itself a demonstration of his sincerity.

Apart from that, Han Chuan Shenliu did not leave her any evidence that would allow her to manipulate things from the police's perspective, such as reporting him... If she really wanted to leave any evidence, the only one was this meeting today.

However, Pramia had no intention of releasing the person alive.

She was prepared to kill the other person from the very beginning—no kidding, she already knew her true identity and that she might be connected to that strange organization, her hatred was overflowing, how could she let her go so easily.

Once she figured out how her identity had been exposed both times, she'd pretend to listen to what deal the other party wanted to make, and then blow him up. She didn't think he could convince her to show mercy.

Seeing that Pramia had calmed down for the time being, Usoppei asked, "What did the guy who first sent the letter to your house say before he died?"

"Oh? You're his friend?" Pramia raised an eyebrow, quite surprised.

Since Shinryu Hanakawa wasn't a police officer when he assisted the police in catching the bomber, there was no trace of him in the files when Pramia investigated the bomber, so she didn't know how the two had become enemies.

She was just making a random guess about their relationship to start a conversation.

Bo Yezhai: "No, I am his enemy."

Pramia: "I knew it."

She guessed that the bomber must be jealous of Hanchuan Shenliu and unilaterally regarded Hanchuan Shenliu as an enemy.

As for how Hanchuan Shenliu viewed the bomber, Pramia didn't even think about it; her subconscious feeling was that Hanchuan Shenliu definitely didn't take the person seriously at all.

The reason Han Chuan Shenliu is asking this question now is definitely not for himself, since he doesn't even care about others anymore. He must be asking on behalf of the organization!

They must be worried that guy will let something slip!

Bo Yezaki asked again, "You killed him, didn't you? What did he say before he died?"

So Pramia replied, "He did say a little."

It was not long ago, and Pramia could recall it quickly. He didn't want to talk about it, but it still made him angry.

Although that guy looked cunning and treacherous, he was quite stubborn. No matter how severely he was tortured, he would only say, "I don't know what you're talking about," and he pretended to be quite convincing.

If she hadn't repeatedly checked the surveillance footage and confirmed that this guy didn't have a twin brother, she would have almost believed his superb acting skills.

In fact, it wasn't just Pramia who felt infuriated by the interrogation that day; the bomber did too.

He was miserable. He didn't know where this crazy woman came from. As soon as he returned to the warehouse and closed the door, she started beating him up. After beating him, she broke his bones and cut his flesh, torturing and interrogating him at the same time.

—What organization? I just got out of prison, all alone. What organization could I possibly have? I have no idea what you're talking about!

—That's what the people at the bar said? I was drunk, I don't even know what I was saying! People actually believe my nonsense?!

How did you find out who you are? I don't know! Who are you?!

Because the bomber had returned to the warehouse beforehand and had already checked everything, firstly, the handwriting on the letter in her hand matched perfectly with the handwriting of the person living there, and secondly, she found her own information in a very hidden place, which was enough to prove that the person here must be an informant. Once they saw the real person and saw the face that matched the surveillance footage, they had already sentenced the person to death.

Pramia was already prejudiced and believed the evidence was conclusive, so she thought anything the bomber said was just stubbornness.

She focused her interrogation on the organization behind him and how he found her, but he remained tight-lipped about these matters, refusing to divulge any information even when he was in excruciating pain.

Pramia grew impatient. Although it was a warehouse surrounded by goods, he couldn't guarantee that no one would pass by if he dragged it out. It was best to finish the job quickly. So, after confirming that the guy wouldn't say anything, he killed him, planted a bomb, and destroyed the body to cover his tracks.

If she had asked a few more questions, such as about writing the letter, the bomber might have been able to say something useful. But she felt that these things were unnecessary to discuss and were the default background information. Instead, she kept interrogating the other party about how he knew her identity, which caused her to miss the opportunity.

Even if the bomber claimed the letter was addressed to Shinryu Samakawa, in this situation, Pramia probably wouldn't believe him; he'd just think he was trying to shift the focus—there's so much evidence! What else is there to say!

After thinking it over, Pramia sneered: "Even if I told you he didn't tell me anything, you probably wouldn't believe me, right? Otherwise, why would someone be chasing me all this time?"

Bo Yezaki asked, "Did you torture him severely?"

“Yes.” Pramia’s gun was still pointed at Usui Saiki. “It’s reasonable for me to know how you found out my identity, isn’t it?”

“That makes sense. It would be unreasonable if he died peacefully,” said Bo Yezaki with satisfaction. “However, it’s no use. He won’t say anything.”

Pramia: "...You actually trust him so much...it seems his loyalty is quite well-known."

“No,” Bo Ye Zaiji answered honestly, “it’s just because he really doesn’t know anything, he doesn’t even know you.”

Pramia: "…………Huh???"

Wait a minute?! What do you mean?! What do you mean he knows nothing?!

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Bonus chapter!

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Thin-leaved leaves prefer softer leaves to firmer leaves, although the degree of preference for softer leaves is somewhat... but overall, they prefer softer leaves.

Moreover, it requires a long period of persistent effort...

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The documents in the warehouse were placed there by Usuo Saiki when he had the chance.

Honestly, if this bomber gets caught by the police, he'll just be locked up in jail for a few more years before being released... It's really difficult to get the death penalty in Japan.