Chapter 533: The strange fragrance has disappeared

The atmosphere of the ensuing interrogation was genuinely friendly.

Narita Mitsumasa, who had lost all hope, answered almost every question.

Under Lin Feng's questioning, he confessed to his father's crimes.

Lin Feng had prepared a confession statement.

This was meant for Team Captain Liu and his men to see.

As for the method of killing, Qi Yao was more professional about it.

He had been given something like a sound hypnosis technique...

"You know where the gold is buried, right?"

Lin Feng suddenly spoke up and asked.

Narita Mitsumasa widened his eyes and stared at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng smiled and took out a map of the Philippines drawn by a little Japanese.

Naturally, the map differed from today's satellite map.

But it was also very detailed, making it easy to compare with the current map.

Narita Mitsumasa fell silent.

He wrestled with whether to speak up.

For decades, he had been counting on this batch of gold to keep him alive!

Even knowing he was going to die, he was unwilling to reveal it.

"Speak up! I originally wanted to try every punishment on you—your recovery ability is strong, torturing you every day, you wouldn't die so easily..."

Before Lin Feng could finish speaking, Narita Mitsumasa let out a sigh.

Then, silence again.

Lin Feng continued: "Think about all you've done for Guo Jia, yet you ended up imprisoned for so long. You must hate the Americans intensely, right?"

"With this gold, my Guo Jia will rise faster, crush the Americans, and you would indirectly share in that merit—wouldn't you agree?"

Lin Feng's words reminded Narita Mitsumasa of the two bombs the Americans had dropped on his Guo Jia.

After a moment, he nodded.

Lin Feng handed him the map and also gave him a pen.

After receiving the pen, Narita Mitsumasa began recalling and marking locations on the map.

He marked many places at once.

After finishing, he told Lin Feng: "This batch of gold totals over ten thousand tons, with more than 170 burial sites."

"Afterward, I checked the records: aside from three sites, the Americans had found and hauled away all the rest."

"Now, the three remaining sites hold anywhere from several hundred tons down to a few dozen tons, totaling roughly over five thousand tons."

Lin Feng observed his expression; from Narita Mitsumasa's eyes and demeanor, he saw no sign of lying.

After putting away the map, Lin Feng picked up his pistol and pressed it against Narita Mitsumasa's forehead.

Seeing Lin Feng about to pull the trigger, Narita Mitsumasa hurriedly said: "There's one more thing to tell you—the Americans have developed modified humans like me in their labs."

"Huh?"

Lin Feng furrowed his brow.

Narita Mitsumasa said: "You can let me live; my blood can enable you to undergo three generations of enhancement."

This was his final effort.

Unfortunately, Lin Feng's gaze was steadfast, showing no interest.

Narita Mitsumasa sighed, "I want to know how you discovered me."

Lin Feng glanced at Narita Mitsumasa's pocket and smiled: "That sachet in your pocket emits an extremely distinctive fragrance."

"Not only you, but anyone close to you can pick up that scent."

"After Kagawa Ichiro left you, he went to see someone, who then infiltrated my Sihe Courtyard, and I smelled it."

"I had also seen the corpses you transported; they bore that same fragrance."

"I understand..."

Narita Mitsumasa took out the sachet from his clothing and murmured: "I got this from a woman; that day I went mad, and when I saw that woman I went mad too, hehehe..."

"Bang~"

The gunshot rang out.

Narita Mitsumasa died.

Lin Feng had no interest whatsoever in the modified humans Narita Mitsumasa mentioned.

Originally, Lin Feng wanted to torture this guy thoroughly before killing him.

After all, the crimes he committed could not be offset even by dying a thousand times.

But the situation was special.

If we didn't kill him now, someone might take him as a lab rat, and he could escape someday.

Only a dead little Japanese is a good little Japanese.

Moreover, Lin Feng's encounter with Narita Mitsumasa this time also exposed many secrets.

As before, Narita Mitsumasa's corpse was placed by Qi Yao into two crates.

After cleaning up the traces in the room, Lin Feng carried the two crates downstairs with Qi Yao.

After getting into the car, Lin Feng furrowed his brow.

"What's wrong?"

Qi Yao asked.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and said, "The scent is gone."

Yes, after Narita Mitsumasa died, the special fragrance given off by that sachet actually disappeared.

This is really too strange!

Perhaps, the former owner of the sachet—that rich young lady harmed by Narita Mitsumasa—her vengeful spirit has been attached to the sachet all along.

For a moment, Qi Yao couldn't explain it scientifically either.

Lin Feng sent Qi Yao to the Da Men of the detachment.

Kawakawa Ichiro, who had been stuffed into the trunk, was also taken into the bureau.

Next up was dealing with Narita Mitsumasa's corpse.

Liu Erwa hauled a cartload of coal, and together with Zhao Xiaoyang, waited at the place where the training camp used to be.

After Lin Feng drove over, Liu Erwa took the box and threw it onto the already‑burning coal pile.

It burned down to nothing—no ash left; even strong vitality is useless.

The sky was almost dark, yet the coal pile was still burning.

The three of them squatted nearby, smoking.

Basically, they were just chatting.

Liu Erwa talked about how he and his wife were getting along nowadays.

Every time he mentioned his wife, Liu Erwa wanted to divorce, but then Zhao Xiaoyang would persuade him otherwise.

Saying Liu Erwa's wife hadn't committed any principle‑level mistake—she was just a bit strict.

Then Zhao Xiaoyang listed a bunch of examples he knew of women cuckolding their men.

Liu Erwa then cheered up, feeling his wife was actually quite good.

"Feng Ge, you have so many wives, and you haven't seen them in a long time…"

Before Liu Erwa could finish speaking, Zhao Xiao slapped him on the back of the head.

This clumsy fool spouted nonsense again.

Liu Erwa also realized he'd misspoken and gave an embarrassed grin.

Lin Feng laughed and said, "It's fine; you just don't grasp the deeper principle."

Liu Erwa scratched his head.

What depth, what principle—I don't get it at all!