Chapter 373: 373 Investigation Begins

Are those the same two investigators again?

After squinting slightly against the light and recognizing their faces, Li Ang narrowed his eyes and made no move to take the elderly investigator's outstretched hand.

After the Lyon Blood Night incident, it was them who investigated me, ultimately submitting a report labeling me "extremely high risk, recommend strict containment."

This smiling, treacherous old man even wrote on the evaluation form that I disregarded regulations, harbored deep resentment toward current rules, and would inevitably attempt to break free from the General Bureau's control and act recklessly once I gained sufficient power.

That report, filled with not a single word of praise, was even seen by the Aquarius Director, who brought it up publicly at headquarters before everyone, nearly getting me sent first to lick the brain of the Brain-Eater—truly adding me no small amount of trouble.

…

"Heh, it seems Mr. Li Ang isn't particularly pleased to see us."

After waiting a moment without Li Ang shaking his hand, the elderly investigator showed no embarrassment, merely smiled faintly and retracted his hand, then added with a hint of apology:

"My apologies—investigating potential violations is our mandatory duty, even if unwelcome; no matter how insignificant the task of cleansing anomalies may seem, we must complete our investigation by the rules."

After all, if none of us conducted investigations to restrain those overzealous cleansers, the world would descend into utter chaos, becoming a paradise for demonic gods and evil spirits."

So forgive us—even if you feel slighted, even if our questions are irritating—please cooperate as much as you can."

All this rhetoric… you planning to take the postgraduate exam?

After glancing at the old man who had spoken ill of him, Li Ang frowned but said nothing, tacitly agreeing to answer their questions and cooperate with the General Bureau's investigation; behind the desk, the Red-haired Woman, watching coldly, waved her hand impatiently:

"Ask outside. I'm busy—don't disturb my work here!"

"Understood."

After nodding respectfully to the Red-haired Woman, the elderly investigator raised his arm and gestured toward the door.

"Mr. Li Ang, let's go directly to Miss Emma's office—she's already been waiting for us."

So you went to Senior Emma before coming to me?

Looking at the polite, earnest old man who somehow remained utterly unlikable, Li Ang narrowed his eyes and turned on his heel, heading straight for Senior Emma's office.

The visibly irritated female investigator and the ever-smiling elderly investigator followed behind him into Senior Emma's room, filled with all manner of torture instruments.

"Then I'll begin the questioning!"

Shoving aside the skull-crusher and canine-tooth shackles on the sofa, the young female investigator sat down opposite Li Ang and Emma, her face cold:

"First question: Do either of you know about the death of Jin Juan Hou?"

"Save the nonsense."

Interrupting her abruptly, Li Ang took out the Black Goat and placed it on the table, expressionless:

"Given your prejudice against our Virgin Division, if you insist on wasting time on such questions, I will question the validity of this interrogation and request the General Bureau send two new investigators."

"You!"

"Enough, Aisha!"

Stopping the female investigator, whose face had flushed slightly, the elderly investigator smiled:

"Mr. Li Ang and Miss Emma are both busy. We can be flexible with our questions—just stick to the ones I've marked."

"Alright…"

After biting her lip in resentment, the female investigator flipped a page in her notebook and glared:

"First question! Have either of you ever intended to kill Jin Juan Hou, Lei Nade?"

"Yes."

"Then the second question… huh?"

Looking at the "deny" she'd just circled in her notebook, the female investigator blinked in confusion, then looked up, utterly stunned:

"What did you say?"

"I said—we both wanted to kill Jin Juan Hou. And we wanted it very badly!"

Confirming she hadn't misheard, the dazed female investigator instinctively glanced at Emma, hoping for denial—but met Emma's full agreement.

Oh no… how can you just admit that? Don't you even try to deny it a little?

Flustered by Li Ang's honesty, the female investigator, after several seconds of silence, couldn't help asking:

"Why?"

"Because he deserved to die."

After briefly explaining what Lei Nade had done, Li Ang's eyes filled with revulsion:

"If he hadn't thrown himself into the lake, whether Senior Emma became head of some small branch first, or I uncovered enough evidence to imprison him, his death would've come anyway! Drowning himself was even too merciful!"

Hearing Li Ang's words, Emma—perhaps remembering her dead kin and daughter—felt tears well in her eyes, then nodded in quiet agreement.

"…"

He really did deserve to die… but that's not what I meant to ask.

I'm the investigator here. Yes, our job is to make you tell the truth—but this level of unvarnished honesty? Isn't that a little too much?

Looking at the long list of questions she'd prepared to force Li Ang to admit intent to kill Jin Juan Hou, the female investigator sighed, picked up her pen, and crossed out every corresponding item, then hesitated:

"Then… on the night he died, where were you? Anyone able to vouch for you?"

"No."

Li Ang shook his head:

"I was working overtime at the office. Senior Emma was at home caring for her daughter. We were both alone—no one can confirm our whereabouts."

"…"

So no alibis either? Don't you even pretend to struggle a little?

Seeing over a dozen more questions on her list rendered useless, the female investigator, having missed two direct blows, opened her mouth weakly, then mechanically crossed out another long column.

"Then… third question: Did either of you kill Jin Juan Hou?"

"No."

Senior Emma shook her head slightly.

"Regrettably, no."

Li Ang's expression even held a trace of disappointment.

As for how Lei Nade died… of course he killed himself.

Though I forced him to jump into the river hundreds of times in my dreams, sent him to the gallows thousands of times—I never touched a single finger of his, never even looked him in the face. What does his drowning have to do with me?

Seeing the "honest duo" finally stop confessing, the female investigator, for some reason, let out a quiet breath of relief, straightened up, and, clutching her stack of prepared questions, asked with renewed energy:

"Then how do you explain his sudden death?

After all, you both had motive, capability, and no alibi for that night—so please explain… how exactly…"

"Sweetheart~"

At that moment, the Black Goat, having listened long enough, rolled its eyes and grinned:

"Come here, let Daddy hug you!"???

Startled by this, the female investigator pointed at her own nose, hesitating:

"You… you just called me?"

"Who else? Come closer… a bit closer… heh—pfft!"

She spat a massive, foul wad of phlegm that splattered across the back of the investigation form, then sneered at the horrified investigator:

"We had motive to do something with your mom, capability to do it, and no alibi the night you were conceived—by your logic, doesn't that make us your biological dad?"