Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Hey! I didn’t die!
I am so panicked now that I am about to pinch four holes in the palms of my hands hidden behind my back.
Damn it, you old fool, hurry up and think of a way to make excuses for yourself!
"Come here now, Olvera. I'll keep an eye on her." Kirsty said coldly into the communicator, while asking the servants to close the office door.
“Crack!”
Well, I don't even have an escape route now.
Hahaha, it’s better to just wait for death...
No! I was planning to become a thousand-year-old turtle!
Calm down, things are not yet at the point of no return.
First of all, we need to think about what that person did in the warehouse on the 20th. It’s not too late to make excuses after seeing the surveillance footage.
Besides, the other party can't just leave me no way out. We are all in a mutually beneficial cooperative relationship, so it's always good to leave a way out in everything.
Damn, what if the other party wants to cross the river and destroy the bridge?
The process of waiting for Olvera was very painful.
No one spoke in the office, only the sound of electricity coming from Kirsty's surveillance camera.
You must not show any panic, but you cannot remain unresponsive either.
I kept observing Kirsty's expression, trying to analyze any emotions on his cold face.
Is it disgust? Or nausea? Or confusion?
As long as I can catch a little bit of information, I can find a perfect excuse to exonerate myself!
"What a disgusting maggot." Kirsty gave me her final verdict.
My brain exploded and a shrill buzzing sound rang in my ears.
In a trance, a pair of invisible hands pushed me onto the execution platform, the pitch-black muzzle of a gun was pointed at my head, and then "bang" it pierced my temple!
You must never admit that it was me!
Very good, now there is no point in looking at the warehouse surveillance. I must cut off ties with that person, and it would be best to delete all information about him.
Who knows what kind of inhuman interrogation tools are in the interrogation room? What if I can't hold it in and say everything?
“Crack!”
Olvera has arrived.
Following behind him were densely packed police officers with guns in their hands.
Seeing Olvera's face, I suddenly calmed down.
I know what to do.
So I looked at Olvera with a calm look, clenched my fists and slowly raised them, and said to him, "Olvera, if this is what you want."
Yes, now wait for me to go back to the interrogation room.
And I have prepared for myself a flawed but brilliantly crafted argument.
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I returned to the interrogation room.
It feels so familiar. It’s been less than 48 hours since I last came here.
Olvera was still sitting opposite me, and the recorder was still the same recorder.
Compared to the last time when the atmosphere was clearly flirtatious, this time it was clearly oppressive and cold.
The recorder placed the monitor on the table, facing me, and pressed the play button.
I clearly saw the person on the screen enter the warehouse and pick up my goods at the designated location, just like a regular delivery driver. He was about my height and build, with short black hair. With a mask on, he was indistinguishable. At that time, I was the only employee picking up my goods.
After this person collected all the goods, he bypassed the guards, operated the machine that delivered the goods a few times in a very short time, and then took something out from under the conveyor belt and put it into a canvas bag.
I remained calm while watching the entire surveillance video, and was certain that those damn guys really intended to destroy the bridge after crossing it.
They clearly had the ability to modify this surveillance video, but they chose not to. Instead, they released it so blatantly.
No, they did modify the surveillance footage. The reason they only restored it now is that the hype has passed and someone needs to be pushed out to take the blame.
Damn it, I shouldn't have coveted that little bit of money!
But the fault is definitely not mine, but that of these damn bitches who are willing to burn their bridges after crossing them!
"Is there anything to quibble about?" Olvera looked at me with cold eyes.
The light in the interrogation room was not so dim, so I could see his expression more clearly.
He looked very mean, domineering and superior, as if I were a fraudster who approached him deliberately just to get information.
That's why he's crazy. Admittedly, I did try to get close to him, but I didn't force him to twist his waist and sit on my hand.
Ultimately, it's just the Celestial Dragons' own fault, but they let the lower class cows and horses bear the consequences.
I pursed my lips and looked into his eyes in a brief silence.
When he showed obvious impatience, I started my sophistry, "It's not me."
Olvera sneered, "The lies are clumsy and useless. The surveillance is right here, and I can send you to the execution platform tomorrow. But if you are willing to give up your accomplices, I can give you euthanasia."
Then I should thank you, damn?
Go to hell, you psycho.
But I can't say that. I still have to look at Olvera with a bitter look and pretend that she is the money that I love but cannot get.
"You've already started searching my house, right?" My voice was hoarse, my eyes red, and I stubbornly refused to let a single tear fall. "Calculating the time, it's almost time."
Olvera frowned.
"At three o'clock in the morning on the 20th, I had something on my mind, something that had been bothering me for a long time and needed to be resolved. But I needed money and time to prepare. I heard that there were a lot of smugglers at the dock and they needed temporary workers to move the goods, so I went there to earn some extra money." I told the story word by word.
As to whether I went to the East District at three o'clock in the morning on the 20th, no one knows.
There are so many smuggling ships in the East District, and so many people going there for temporary work, that no one knows if there really is a Beta who is silent and focused on his work.
"What's the matter?" Olvera asked coldly.
I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I covered my head with my hands in pain and said in a very low voice, but loud enough for the other person to hear: "Ovila..."
"Let us be alone for a moment, just a moment."
The recorder was stunned and asked for Olvera's answer in confusion.
Beta Inspector noticed something and his pupils shrank in excitement.
"Get out."
The recorder could only nod, leave the notebook behind, and leave the interrogation room, closing the door behind him.
"It's useless, just keep talking." Olvera suppressed her attempt to scream, and it even sounded harsh because of excessive suppression.
I took several deep breaths, continued to cover my head with my hands, and spoke slowly, "I need money, Olvera. I'm very poor. My monthly salary is only 3,000 yuan, and I have to pay 1,200 yuan in taxes. Even though I have tried very hard to save money, eating only two rice balls a day, I still can't save any money."
“To manage my money better, I even asked the convenience store clerk for a check when I bought cheap rice balls.”
Yes, that’s right. Emotions should be layered. You should feel pain for money, but you can’t just feel pain for money!
"I've already made up my mind about it for the 20th. After finishing my delivery work every day, I'll go to the East District to work for an hour to earn some money." I finally looked up at him.
I watched the red-haired beta become more and more excited under my gaze, his hair trembling slightly under the light of the monitor, and his legs shaking restlessly under the table.
"I want to give someone a gift worthy of him, so that I can completely give up, quit my job, leave here, and live alone in a more remote uninhabited area. Even if I die in the mine one day, as long as I think of him holding the gift I gave him, I will die without regrets."
"Then I met a man who said he would give me some money if I did him a small favor. He said he would just use my identity as a delivery driver once and would not do anything else. I believed him, and I actually got some money."
The best way is to avoid the important and focus on the trivial.
"When I had money, I bought an expensive box from the smugglers. When he handed over his identity to me in the early morning of the 21st, I put the box into a canvas bag."
"Then, I met you, Olvera..."
Even though there were no spectators in the venue, I was still impressed by my sophistry.
I didn't lie, I was indeed going to the dock in the East District, and I also had a locked box. I really didn't go to the warehouse on the 20th, and I really met Olvera in the early morning of the 21st.
I just blurred time and the order of the future and the past.
And I actually have the habit of asking the store clerk to write a check when I buy rice balls.
Such sophistry is full of flaws, but it hits the heart of the person involved.
He seemed to be greatly shocked, and his breathing became heavier, as if he had received some surprise toy.
"By now, they should have found the box." I ended my excuse.
Olvera looked at the communicator. The text and pictures sent by his subordinates proved that what I said was true.
A poor beta couldn't afford such a box unless they were bribed. While it wasn't ruled out that the rebels could pay for it, a psychopath would simply ignore the latter when the former was more tempting.
This certainly doesn't mean that he trusts me that much, it just means that he has unlimited trial and error costs.
"What's the code to the box?" he asked.
The corners of my mouth were bitter, and my eyes were filled with numbness and loneliness. "I won't tell anyone. That's the last bit of my dignity."
Damn it, if I was so smart and knew the password, would I be here playing interrogation games with you?
Olvera didn't continue to press me, but instead raised her nervous smile again and began to shake her dazzling black leather boots.
I didn't look at him and leaned back in my chair pretending to be exhausted.
The cold sweat on my back soaked my work clothes, making them sticky and disgusting.
God damn, it's really tiring to say so much at once.
But I knew it wasn't over yet. After the mental work came the physical work. I understood it, especially Olvera.
"Useless, so pitiful." This psychopath started again.
A pair of hands touched my forehead and gently rubbed the corners of my eyes, as if to rub them open.
Olvera affectionately rested her head on my shoulder, raising it to search for my mouth. "I won't doubt you anymore, useless. You are indeed innocent. How about I compensate you?"
Rather than making amends, I want to know why Olvera suspected me.
This surveillance video is only available within the company. Why would Olvera want to investigate the surveillance video for no apparent reason?
"Olvera, someone framed me, right?" I asked.
"Ah, yes." Olvera spoke briskly, easily telling me the man's information. "Hahahaha, it's the clerk at the convenience store where you often buy rice balls. He sent me a letter of complaint. It was originally anonymous, but there's a surveillance camera outside the police station, so I saw him clearly."
"I see..." I supported my precarious character and smiled compassionately, "Forgive him, he was just doing what a citizen should do."
Of course I have to forgive the clerk because the clerk is me.
The bitch who swapped identities with me did so in a convenience store. And in order to prove that I was an accomplice of the rebels, she must have completely destroyed the video footage in the convenience store.
I forgive myself, but these bitches who burn bridges after crossing them will never have an easy time.
But it's obvious that the convenience store clerk was a scapegoat they pushed forward, and the culprit had already escaped when I arrested him.
When anxiety fills my heart, I hit with a lot more force.
Olvera groaned and kicked my waist with her heel in complaint, "Useless, you should cut your nails."
If you don’t listen, I will be in the state of a cold-faced miner now, and I will just work silently.
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Wuyong: I didn't say what I was worried about, nor did I say who it was. You guys can't blame me for choosing your own code names.
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