·51｜Exclusive from Jinjiang·51
Leave the interrogation of the criminals to me.
"Administrator, who exactly are you?"
The sharp questions plunged the small apartment into a deathly silence. The comedians on TV were making the audience laugh, but Lai Chuan Huang Quan found the laughter grating.
The administrator slowly exhaled, his usually cold tone softening slightly: "You've made great progress."
“I don’t want praise,” Lai Chuan Huang Quan frowned. “Administrator, you know that’s not what I want to hear.”
But no matter how Lai Chuan Huang Quan questioned him, the administrator chose to avoid answering.
"1107, who I am is not important. My identity will not affect your completion of the mission, nor will I harm you."
This was the only answer the administrator gave regarding identity.
The administrator's avoidance of the topic infuriated Lai Chuan Huang Quan, but then he thought that no one likes their privacy being invaded. Perhaps the administrator was hiding some secret, or even painful memories.
If the administrator's past is indeed unrelated to Yomi Laichuan's mission, pursuing it too much will only cause the administrator to relive unbearable pain.
But I'm still very unhappy!
So angry was Lai Chuan Huang Quan that he directly blocked the administrator.
Administrators have higher privileges than employees, except for one point—even employees of the management bureau inevitably need to shower and change clothes during tasks, so employees can proactively turn off the video and audio transmitted to the administrator during tasks.
Simply put, employees will be under surveillance cameras throughout the entire process of performing tasks, but they can actively cut off the transmission signal.
However, if an employee disconnects from the screen for an extended period of time, the administrator has the right to refuse to provide assistance, and may even forcibly remove the employee from the task regardless of the progress.
This was the first time Lai Chuan Huang Quan had enabled the blocking function for the administrator. She rubbed the pillow in her arms and angrily cut off all sound and video. Since the administrator was unwilling to tell her, she would find out herself.
When Kenji Hagiwara returned, Yomi Raikawa was already sitting on the sofa, fuming and biting her pillow. She covered herself with the blanket, curling up like an old witch in a thick cloak.
Kenji Hagiwara frowned and gave a helpless smile, his voice gentle and sweet: "Soft bread, I'm back."
Lai Chuan Huang Quan glanced listlessly at the man at the door: "Oh, welcome back."
"What's wrong?" Kenji Hagiwara put the oden on the table, then sat down on the sofa next to Yomi Raikawa. "My soft bread is almost puffed up into a ball."
After saying that, Kenji Hagiwara pulled Yomi Laichuan into his arms, hugging her from behind as she curled up in the blankets. He kept rubbing his chin against Yomi Laichuan's hair through the blankets, and his arms gradually tightened.
Yomi Lai was furious and hadn't intended to pay any attention to Kenji Hagiwara. But when he pulled her into his arms in a curled-up position, her joints were locked, and she couldn't move at all. Instead of stopping, Kenji Hagiwara took advantage of the situation and kept rubbing against Yomi Lai, as if he were holding a super soft, stress-relieving pillow.
After a long while, Lai Chuan Huang Quan finally twisted his body and wriggled a couple of times: "Second year of graduate school, you're holding me too tightly, my legs are numb."
"Sorry, sorry, I'll put the soft bread down right away." Hagiwara Kenji put Raikawa Yomi down from his arms with a face full of apology, but before Raikawa Yomi could move her muscles, the guy who made her blood circulation sluggishly pinched her ticklish spot with a smile: "Crunch crunch."
Lai Chuan Huang Quan laughed incessantly as he was tickled, wriggling on the sofa like a fish out of water.
"Wait! Second-year graduate student, stop right now!"
I'm going to get angry!
"I told you to stop! You idiot!"
Once Kenji Hagiwara stopped, Yomi Laichuan lay panting heavily on the sofa, completely exasperated by the scratching.
Kenji Hagiwara chuckled and pulled out a bottle of white peach cherry blossom milk he had just bought from the bag: "This is the latest product that I managed to snag after visiting three convenience stores."
He inserted a straw and held it to Lai Chuan Huang Quan's lips: "Here, ah~"
Lai Chuan Huang Quan sat up from the sofa. She stared angrily at the milk in front of her mouth for a while, then snorted before opening her mouth and biting the straw.
White Peach Cherry Blossom is a seasonal limited-edition bestseller, and its taste is so amazing that it sells out quickly every time it's put on the shelves. Lai Chuan Huang Quan, with a straw in her mouth, gradually widened her almond-shaped eyes from her initial pouty look, and her eyes sparkled with starlight like the night sky.
Kenji Hagiwara looked down at the woman in front of him, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster's, and felt inexplicably happy. His gaze was gentle; he wanted to laugh but dared not laugh too loudly, otherwise the soft-bread who had finally calmed down would definitely shout, "Are you making fun of me?" and pinch his face hard.
The milk was slowly sucked up, the empty milk carton making a hissing sound. Lai Chuan Huang Quan, with a straw in his mouth, brightened his eyes and frantically wagged his non-existent little tail.
It felt like feeding a cute and easy-to-please white Pomeranian.
Kenji Hagiwara smiled and tilted his head: "Rei Furuya and the others will contact us after they've sorted things out. Let's go to the hospital to visit Jinpei tomorrow at noon, and I'll take you to the movies tonight?"
Lai Chuan Huang Quan spat out the straw that could no longer suck out a drop of milk, and finally broke into a bright smile: "Okay."
...
Two days later, Matsuda Jinpei was discharged from the hospital.
During this time, the administrator tried to contact Lai Chuan Huang Quan, but she pretended not to hear and ignored the administrator's calls.
As soon as Kenji Hagiwara parked the white car in the hospital parking lot, Jinpei Matsuda had already opened the passenger door with his bag.
After three days of hospitalization, Matsuda Jinpei has recovered from the poisoning and regained his former energy. However, he is still pale and has dry lips, looking like he is recovering from a serious illness.
Matsuda Jinpei fastened his seatbelt and casually tossed his jacket into the back seat. In the middle of the back row, Raikawa Yomi was sitting there holding a warm bento box.
Matsuda Jinpei didn't realize what was happening when he threw his jacket away, but after turning his head towards the windshield for two seconds, he suddenly realized something.
The man who had just left the ward bed suddenly turned around, staring intently at the lunchbox in Lai Chuan Huang Quan's hand, his face suffocating: "Hey, you guys actually want to send me back, don't you!"
Yomi Lai looked at Jinpei Matsuda and said, "If I told you that I spent several hours preparing this bento for you, would you eat it all?"
I thought Matsuda Jinpei would refuse outright, but he only twitched the corners of his mouth twice, wore a terrified expression, and remained silent.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan: ?
Lai Chuan Huang Quan: "You actually hesitated. I thought you would refuse without hesitation."
Matsuda Jinpei stopped abruptly as if he had been awakened, then turned his head to look out the window: "Who wants to eat your bento? Hagi won't eat it."
The other two people in the car: ?
Kenji Hagiwara, who had already driven onto the main road, glanced at the chubby-cheeked man in the rearview mirror, his face full of helplessness. Why did he have to be dragged into this war between these two childish brats? And the way Matsuda said it… Although he knew Matsuda Jinpei didn’t mean it that way, Kenji Hagiwara felt like he was being compared to a dog.
"Actually, it was prepared for the Ministry of Public Security."
Kenji Hagiwara shrugged and earnestly recounted to Jinpei Matsuda what had happened during his hospital stay.
"Kofuruya successfully made contact with the organization during that opportunity, and Gin failed to obtain 5MEO. Unfortunately, the missing police officer has been confirmed to have been killed."
Matsuda Jinpei glanced at the woman's reflection in the rearview mirror: "The bento box prepared for the Ministry of Public Security?"
Kenji Hagiwara continued, "Kofiya caught the mastermind behind 5MEO, but the other party is very stubborn. The Ministry of Public Security interrogated him for a day and a night but couldn't get anything out of him. When Soft Bread found out, he volunteered to take over."
Kenji Hagiwara didn't directly state the purpose of the bento, but Jinpei Matsuda realized the truth in an instant.
He squeezed a cigarette out of the pack and put it in his mouth without lighting it: "Heh, I'm really looking forward to seeing the reaction of the person behind 5MEO."
When the car entered the Metropolitan Police Department's underground parking lot, Kazami Yuya was already waiting there.
Kenji Hagiwara cupped his hand to his mouth like a megaphone: "Keep it up, Soft Bread! Try to finish this quickly, we'll wait for you to go out for dinner together."
"Okay."
When Yomi Lai followed Yuya Kazami into the Public Security Bureau through the back door, Rei Furuya was already waiting there.
Furuya Rei flipped through the documents in his hand, and when he saw Yomi Laichuan appear carrying a bento box, he frowned in confusion: "A bento box? You plan to use this to interrogate people?"
Yomi Laichuan pouted unhappily. Although she was unwilling to admit it, after tasting the meal she had made herself once, Yomi Laichuan was quite certain that this bento would make the prisoner confess obediently.
Thinking of this, Lai Chuan Huang Quan touched his nose and muttered, "Don't worry, this bento of mine is the Huang Quan Bento that can make prisoners obediently speak the truth."
However, Furuya Rei misunderstood Yomi's meaning. He thought it was some kind of skill that could forcibly change the rules, so he showed a relieved expression and said, "Then I'll leave it to you."
Rei Furuya closed the documents in his hand: "I've already arranged your assistant's identity. If you need anything in the future, just let me know. As long as you enter the Ministry of Public Security, no one will suspect or interfere with you."
"I've already had everyone in the interrogation room dispersed and the surveillance cameras turned off. I'll leave this to you; I have urgent business to attend to and can't stay any longer."
Rei Furuya picked up his coat from the back of the chair: "Contact me anytime if you need anything. I'm leaving now."
But before Furuya could even put on his coat, Yomi Yorikawa called out to him, "Mr. Furuya, can you recognize the faces of everyone in the National Police Agency?"
"Huh?" Furuya Rei paused, looking back at Yomi Yorikawa with a puzzled expression. "Why are you suddenly asking about this?"
Lai Chuan Huang Quan frowned, not elaborating, "Something has happened that I'm very concerned about."
In the past, Furuya Rei would have definitely gotten to the bottom of the matter. But since he chose to believe Matsuda Jinpei and the others, and to trust Yorikawa Yomi, he wouldn't ask any more questions.
Friends who trust each other should give each other appropriate space, provided that the safety of the country and its people is not involved.
Rei Furuya paused for a moment to recall before answering seriously, "With my current position, I'm not qualified to access the files of all National Police Agency personnel. Not even my direct superior. But if I were one level up, I should be able to access the files of the entire National Police Agency."
"I see."
Lai Chuan Huang Quan stroked her chin thoughtfully. She had no chance of contacting the police department, but the only person who could help was right in front of her.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan stood on tiptoe to signal Furuya Rei to bend down, and whispered in his ear in a voice only the two of them could hear: "My administrator was likely a high-ranking member of the National Police Agency, at a level where he could recognize the faces of all National Police Agency personnel."
Rei Furuya straightened up and thought for a moment: "I'll keep an eye out for you."
He looked at Yomi Yorikawa: "If there are no other questions, I'll be leaving now. Kazami, take Miss Yorikawa to the interrogation room."
In the brightly lit interrogation room, the mastermind behind 5MEO was handcuffed to a seat. The door opened, and the man behind 5MEO—now a criminal suspect—glanced coldly at the entrance, then frowned, a puzzled expression on his face.
The first to step into the interrogation room was Lai Chuan Huang Quan, carrying a lunchbox. She was wearing a red Lolita-style dress, round-toed leather shoes, and two small pigtails tied with red ribbons. She didn't look like someone from the Ministry of Public Security at all.
However, the police officer with the strange eyebrows who had been in charge of the interrogation followed behind her respectfully, his every move showing restraint, which reminded people of a subordinate who was restrained when his superior inspected his work.
This woman... could she be a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Public Security?
The suspect was secretly shocked, thinking that appearances can be deceiving. Such a young woman could hold a mid-to-high-level position in the Ministry of Public Security; she must be an elite member of the professional team. At that moment, he didn't realize that not only should one not judge a person by their appearance, but one also shouldn't judge the taste of food solely by its appearance.
The suspect initially expected another battle of wits, with Yomi Laichuan likely to use various tricks to extract information from him. However, upon seeing the juicer and large-diameter plastic funnel carried by Yuya Kazami, the suspect fell silent. He frowned, his gaze shifting between the tools in Yuya Kazami's hands and the lunchbox Yomi Laichuan had placed on the interrogation table. Then, with the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his phone, he tilted his head and slowly uttered a question mark.
In fact, not only did the suspect not understand Yomi Laichuan's actions, but Kazami Yuya, who was responsible for assisting him, was also completely confused.
But Lai Chuan Huang Quan didn't care what the two of them were thinking at all. She crossed her arms and said confidently, "Kazemi, plug in the juicer."
"OK."
The next second, Lai Chuan Huang Quan opened the lid of the juicer and poured the entire bento box into it.
The metal blades spun rapidly, making a loud buzzing sound, and the food gradually turned into a sticky, paste-like substance under the questioning gazes of the policeman and the criminal.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan picked up the plastic funnel on the table, took two steps forward, and grabbed the suspect's jaw joint, forcing him to open his mouth.
The large-diameter funnel had a long handle. When the suspect was forced to swallow the funnel deep into his throat by Lai Chuan Huangquan, he gagged and stared wide-eyed at the glaring light hanging from the ceiling.
The man had no idea what Yomi Lai was up to. His intuition told him that Yomi Lai intended to pour the contents of the juicer into his mouth. But what was her purpose?
The man thought to himself that, judging from how exquisite the bento box was before it was chewed up, even if it was now turned into a paste, it probably wouldn't taste too bad.
But an ominous premonition had begun to brew in my heart.
“Kazami,” Yomi Yorikawa turned to look at the man who was standing there in a daze, “Help me hold him still, I’m going to stuff the Mantra Bento into him.”
"Oh, yes!"
Kazami Yuya quickly regained his senses. He took two steps forward and pinched the man's jaw joint with his fingers to prevent him from spitting out the plastic funnel from his mouth.
Lai Chuan Huang Quan then slowly and methodically detached the transparent cup of the juicer from the base. She unscrewed the lid, tilted the cup, and poured the viscous food into the funnel.
“If you’ve decided to confess honestly, stomp on the floor three times,” Raikawa Yomi said, tilting his head expressionlessly. “Also, remember not to breathe through your mouth, or you might choke to death.”
She didn't care if the man would suffer; after learning about the workings and dangers of 5MEO, she couldn't wait to stuff him into a sack and beat him up. Those who research and sell drugs should be boiled in oil, or better yet, die a horrible death.
The food slowly slid down the wall of the tube into his esophagus. The man initially tried to struggle, but his hands and feet were handcuffed, and his jaw was held high by Kazami Yuya. As the food slid down the funnel into his esophagus, he had no choice but to swallow it.
But after the first bite of food slid down his esophagus into his stomach, the man's eyes widened in terror, as if he saw his deceased great-grandfather beckoning to him.
What the hell is this thing?!
Although taste buds are distributed in the epiglottis and pharyngeal mucosa, the finely shredded bento box was more potent than the rotten egg smell of hydrogen sulfide. The sensation was like swallowing two whole strips of wasabi in one go, the flavor traveling up the esophagus and back up the uvula, filling the entire nasal cavity and mouth. Only, what rose from the stomach wasn't a fishy or spicy taste, but the smell of moldy fish left to rot in a damp corner for three days on a hot summer day. No, something even more terrifying—the stench of death.
Veins bulged on his face, and tears welled up in his eyes. The man craned his neck, his ashen face contorted with a look of utter despair.
Kazami Yuya grabbed the man's chin, giving him a strange sense of déjà vu, like Yomi Yorikawa force-feeding a goose.
When he was a child, he visited his grandmother's house in the countryside. The scene where his grandmother grabbed the neck of a large white goose that was refusing to eat and stuffed corn kernels into its neck with a funnel was exactly the same as the scene before him.
Kazami Yuya swallowed hard, feeling as if he had just seen a wisp of a remnant soul float out of the man's mouth.
Kazami Yu didn't understand either. It's just a bento box. Being force-fed may feel painful, but it's not enough to make you look like you want to bang your head against the wall and die.
But recalling the strange moves that Yomi Yorikawa had demonstrated, Kazami Yuya suddenly lost confidence.
The food that Yomi Yomi fed the suspect was probably just a bento box... right?
After hesitating for a long time, Kazami Yuya swallowed and whispered to confirm, "Miss Raikawa, we won't kill him, will we?"
Lai Chuan Huang Quan raised his chin, revealing a confident smile: "Don't worry."
Upon hearing this, Kazami Yuya breathed a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, Lai Chuan Huang Quan immediately added, "Let's see how he behaves. If he can come to his senses sooner and decide to confess, he probably won't die."
Kazami Yuya: ? ? ?
He shouldn't die!?
Improper interrogation leading to the death of a suspect is a serious crime! Ms. Lai Chuan, please don't mess with me!!
Ah... the soul really did float out of the suspect's mouth...
On this day, the interrogation of Kazami Yuya went exceptionally smoothly, and the suspect confessed to his crimes without hesitation. But for some reason, whenever the suspect saw a beautifully presented bento box that looked and smelled delicious—even one provided by the Metropolitan Police Department—he would immediately curl up in a corner, scratching at the wall and crying and howling, and three people couldn't pull him away.
[Author's Note]
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