Surviving this year in the world of Conan is victory Chapter 277: This boring game is your ending
The end of the serial mutilation of corpses did not bring any sense of achievement in solving the case. The only thing that felt gratifying was probably stopping the murderer's crazy behavior before he committed another attack.
After finishing the confession, Fujiwara Yu came to the interrogation room. He found Otaki Goro walking out of the room with a sad face. He guessed that the prisoner Kento Shibata must not have cooperated well. Was he waiting for the lawyer to arrive?
I'm afraid there aren't many lawyers willing to take over a case like this. Both the physical and witness evidence are very complete. There is no way for him to escape legal sanctions - does it seem that this lunatic is also afraid of facing life imprisonment?
However, for a case of such a heinous nature, I am afraid he will not be sentenced to life imprisonment. The death penalty is the most suitable trial result for him.
Fujiwara Yu handed the canned coffee and sandwich to Otaki Goro, and also brought one with Sakata Yusuke, who came to work overtime. After noticing the expressions of the two, he raised his eyebrows and asked:
"Senior, isn't that guy cooperating with the interrogation?"
"More than just being uncooperative, after being arrested, this guy kept mumbling, singing, and not answering any questions asked of him. There is really nothing we can do against this kind of person!"
Otaki Goro was so angry that he pulled open the sandwich and took a vicious bite. The poor sandwich somehow became the target of venting his anger and was completely destroyed within three bites.
"Then senior, go and have a rest. Leave the interrogation to me." Fujiwara Yu smiled and took the documents handed over by Otaki Goro, opened the door and walked into the interrogation room. He always knew how to deal with criminals who were unwilling to speak.
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Otaki Goro glanced at Sosuke Takashi who walked into the interrogation room, and made a gesture towards Yusuke Sakata, meaning to ask him to learn more interrogation techniques from Takashi.
After entering the interrogation room, Fujiwara Yu asked the recorder to leave, and then he pulled out his seat and sat down. However, he never looked at Shibata Kento from the beginning to the end. He seemed to regard the criminal in front of him as nothing, and was just minding his own business.
ballpoint pen.
Shibata Kento, who was picking his fingernails with his head down, had been observing the police interrogating him out of the corner of his eye. When he saw the purple-haired police officer walking in to arrest him, there was a trace of anger in his eyes, and he obviously hated this in his heart.
A policeman who sabotaged his own plans.
After calming down for a while, he started humming a song again. It was Hirose Saki's debut song, and he had always liked it.
However, the purple-haired police officer sitting in front of him seemed completely uninterested. He didn't ask himself questions, didn't look at himself, and wasn't even curious about what he was singing... This feeling of being ignored made him, who had a strong self-esteem, intolerable.
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Shibata Kento couldn't hold himself back any longer. He changed his approach and stared at the purple-haired police officer with his inverted triangular eyes. He opened his mouth and sang a rhythmless song, but even so, he didn't get any attention.
Feeling that he was being looked down upon and ignored, he could no longer endure this quiet atmosphere. He clenched his fist and knocked on the wooden board of the interrogation chair. The corners of his mouth raised in a bad arc. He wanted to see the policeman startled by him.
appearance.
However, the result still disappointed him.
Fujiwara Yu didn't even shake his body, let alone show a scared expression. He still fiddled with three ballpoint pens and tied them with thin threads at the end without knowing what he wanted to do - in Shibata Kento's eyes,
This behavior is provocation.
"Hey, aren't you here for interrogation? Why don't you ask me questions?"
When Fujiwara Yu heard Shibata Kento's question, a smile flashed in his eyes, because he knew that the first person to speak out had already lost half of this silent contest, and the next initiative was in his own hands.
inner.
His expression was so calm that he had no expression. After carefully putting the notepad up, he still didn't give Shibata a single look:
"I'm here to interrogate you, but aren't you unwilling to tell me? Then why should I ask?"
This sentence was particularly harsh in Shibata Kento's ears. Did he mean to ask such a question even though he knew he was stupid? He didn't want to look at me because he treated me as an idiot, right?
He really looked down on me.
Just when Shibata Kento was about to tell his "glorious deeds", Fujiwara Yu, who had been secretly observing the other person's expression, suddenly asked a question, but the question made Shibata feel very strange.
"Want to play a game? Which pen do you choose?"
Shibata Kento looked at the notepad standing upright on the long table, and three ballpoint pens hung in front of the notepad. He didn't understand what kind of game this was, but his curiosity drove him to answer:
"Middle."
Snap.
The moment he finished speaking, the ballpoint pen in the middle fell directly to the table. Seeing this scene, Fujiwara Yu shrugged his shoulders, pointed to the other two ballpoint pens, and asked:
"You won the first round, which one will you choose next?"
Hearing that he had won, Shibata Kento showed a hint of pride on his face. His straight back finally relaxed. He leaned back on the chair and stared at the two ballpoint pens for a while and thought about it. Then he raised his hand and pointed to the one on the right:
"I choose the one on the right."
snap——
This time, I don’t know if the ballpoint pen was round enough or for other reasons. It actually kept rolling after falling to the table, until it fell to the ground and broke into two halves.
"...Who wins?" Shibata Kento seemed to be very concerned about the outcome of the game, he frowned and asked.
Fujiwara Yu restrained his precise control of the wind power, frowned with a regretful expression:
"you lose."
"Tch, it's a boring game."
Kento Shibata's face was filled with disdain for the outcome of the game. He was unwilling to admit that he had lost even if he was sitting here. His pride did not allow him to bow his head. As long as he did not admit the crime, he would wait until an excellent lawyer arrived.
You can definitely exonerate yourself.
"This is not boring, this is your ending."
"?"
After hearing these words, Shibata Kento raised his head and looked at the police officer who stood up in front of him. He had doubts in his heart but was unwilling to ask. He pursed his lips and waited for the other party to take the initiative to answer him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After Fujiwara Yu noticed Shibata Kento's eyes falling on him, he picked up the third ballpoint pen and pressed it repeatedly. He leaned on the desk and kept his gaze.
Putting it on the ballpoint pen, he spoke softly:
"Do you know how Japan carries out executions? It's different from other countries, and it's quite interesting."
Shibata Kento straightened his back subconsciously after hearing the word "death penalty". He picked at his nails faster. Even without asking, it could be seen that he was eager to know the next words.
Fujiwara Yu was also happy to satisfy the other party's thirst for knowledge, and his steady voice sounded again in the dim interrogation room:
"There will be three executioners, each with a button in their hands, but only one button is effective. After the button is pressed, the trap door at the feet of the condemned prisoner will be opened. Without the trap of the trap door, he will naturally be unable to fly in the air.
If you stand, you will fall directly from a high place, and the noose will break the cervical spine of the condemned prisoner in an instant, just like this..."
He raised his left hand holding the ballpoint pen high and let it go. The ballpoint pen fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.
The sound of landing was obviously not loud, but in Shibata Kento's ears it was infinitely louder.
What he seemed to hear was not the sound of the ballpoint pen falling to the ground, but himself. What he heard was the sound of himself falling.
Fujiwara Yu did not give Shibata Kento more time to control his emotions. He supported his hands on the table of the interrogation chair, looked down at him, and deliberately lowered his voice:
"Want to die later?"
"……think."
Shibata Kento didn't want to die. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and answered tremblingly. He didn't want to speak because he was afraid of death, because he knew very well in his heart that the crime he committed would not be a life sentence, so he wondered how long he could delay it.
Just wait as long as it takes.
He knew that no lawyer could save him, and now the only option that could make him die later was confession and leniency.
Fujiwara Yu narrowed his eyes. He turned around and walked back to the desk and sat down. He took out the pen from his pocket and opened the notepad: