Click!

The blinding beam of light shone on Sakaki Makoto's face.

A bowl of pork chop rice was placed in front of me.

The strange police officer sitting opposite pointed at the pork chop rice and said with a smile:

"Eat it."

“Then confess them all.”

Sakaki Makoto's heart trembled. This routine...

He looks so familiar?

Wait a minute!

Isn't this a trick to force a confession? !

As long as the police handed over a bowl of pork chop rice with a smile, the prisoner would be so excited that tears filled his eyes.

After finishing the pork chop rice, the prisoner will confess everything he has done.

More effective than any form of torture.

And it is a method exclusive to the Japanese police.

Police in other countries have also imitated this, but the criminals ignored them and some even showed contemptuous expressions to provoke them.

But Sakaki Makoto is innocent!

What mistake did he make?

It's nothing more than a bit of heated words during the live broadcast...

Is the Metropolitan Police Department going to sue him for defamation?

actually,

Makoto Sakaki felt that his evaluation of the Metropolitan Police Department was quite fair.

Although there are some personal emotions mixed in...

But it's harmless.

"Why, pork chop rice doesn't suit your taste?"

The policeman opposite had a puzzled look on his face.

Most prisoners would eat pork chop rice with gusto and enjoy it very much.

I can't resist the temptation of pork chop rice.

But Sakaki Makoto looked bored.

“Ah, no…”

Sakaki Makoto scratched his head and asked a question that even he himself found incredible:

"This pork chop rice...isn't it poisoned..."

The policeman's mouth curled up, with an unnatural expression.

"Mr. Sakaki Makoto, you are a visitor to the Metropolitan Police Department."

"He's not a criminal, why are you worrying about this?"

His eyes swept across the dark and empty room, and then he looked at the chair provided for prisoners below him…

No matter how he looked at it, Sakaki Makoto didn't think he was a guest.

It's totally the treatment of a prisoner.

He sniffed and the aroma of pork chop rice wafted in...

It is the aroma of oil and soy sauce mixed together, with a magical power that tempts people.

It's like... a pig running on the prairie, posing in a seductive posture, inviting you to enjoy its body...

Gurgle....

Sakaki Makoto's stomach growled uncontrollably.

He was indeed a little hungry.

Apart from half a pizza and a cup of coffee at noon, he hadn't eaten anything all day.

Hunger is inevitable.

That's true, he is not a criminal, what is there to be afraid of!

Could it be that the police really dared to poison themselves?

Sakaki Makoto no longer hesitated, grabbed the chopsticks and picked up the pork chop rice.

Just as he was about to start, the door behind him opened.

The three walked into the interrogation room.

A square-faced man with a scar on his right eye and Inspector Megure, an old acquaintance, walked in behind a middle-aged man with a kind smile.

"Brother Sakaki Makoto, sorry to have kept you waiting."

Megure Jusan took the initiative to introduce them, first pointing to the middle-aged man with a kind smile:

"This is the Superintendent General of the Metropolitan Police Department, Hakuba."

Then he pointed to the square face with a scar on the right eye:

"This is Seinaga Matsumoto, the management officer of the First Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Division."

Yo.

This is a high-ranking official.

Sakaki Makoto put down the bowl.

The Superintendent General is the highest-ranking officer in the Metropolitan Police Department.

The rank of Superintendent of Police is equivalent to that of a branch police chief, and since it is in Tokyo, it is roughly equivalent to the rank of director.

But no matter which one it is, he is extremely powerful in the police station.

Makoto Sakaki didn't expect that his remarks on TV would attract these two people.

"Superintendent Hakuba, Officer Matsumoto, this is Makoto Sakaki."

Sakaki Makoto nodded: "I am Sakaki Makoto, please give me your guidance."

"I don't deserve your advice."

The White Horse Police Chief said with a smile:

"Mr. Sakaki Makoto's words really enlightened us!"

"I'm still waiting for Mr. Sakaki Makoto to come and give us some instructions."

Sarcastic.

Absolutely weird.

Sakaki Makoto could see that the White Horse Superintendent must be angry.

But it’s no wonder. No matter who you are, they won’t feel good when they hear themselves being scolded on TV.

Most people would give in upon hearing this and start to flatter the person to avoid being bullied.

But Sakaki Makoto...

You really dare to continue what the other person said.

He smiled.

"It's not the kind of thing you call instruction."

"But I do have a few questions that I would like to ask the Superintendent."

The three people from Hakuba were stunned. They didn't expect that Sakaki Makoto would dare to be so presumptuous in their territory.

"Ahem, brother Sakaki Makoto, you must be starving, eat something quickly..."

Megure Jusan wanted to stop him and even gave Sakaki Makoto a few glances, signaling him to shut up.

Sakaki Makoto shook his head and said:

"I'm not hungry."

At this time, Superintendent Hakuba also came to his senses. He looked at Sakaki Makoto seriously and asked with interest, "I wonder if Mr. Sakaki Makoto has any advice for you?"

Sakaki Makoto held up three fingers:

"First, I would like to ask the Superintendent General whether the police officers of the Metropolitan Police Department have received professional training?"

"Of course, they are all elites who graduated from the police academy and entered the Metropolitan Police Department after going through numerous screenings."

Matsumoto Kiyonaga answered first.

"Then why do the professionally trained police officers handle cases in such a disappointing way?"

Sakaki added: "Especially murder cases."

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It’s even more exciting later!