Ming Ke: What’s wrong with me, Gin, having several aliases?

When Kurosawa heard this, he didn't react in his heart, but he pretended to be calm on his face and spoke stutteringly.

"I...I just heard that Hagiwara was suspected, but...but I didn't know it was about the bomb."

His eyes were wandering, sometimes looking at the ground, sometimes looking into the distance, and he didn't dare to look at Jinpei Matsuda.

"And if I remember correctly, you were also watching the Ferris wheel at the time. Officer Megure also told you about it, right? Are you sure you didn't know?"

Jinpei Matsuda folded his hands over his chest and looked at Kurosawa coldly.

Kurosawa's lips trembled slightly and his voice became weak.

"I was looking at the Ferris wheel, but I didn't really notice any bombs. I... I was just strolling around."

Jinpei Matsuda snorted coldly, his face full of distrust.

"Su, stop quibbling. Do you think your lies can fool me?"

Kurosawa was about to continue playing dumb when he heard the next sentence. He quickly shut his mouth and didn't say another word.

"If you're lying, even if you're obstructing official duties, I don't mind letting you stay at the Metropolitan Police Department for a few days."

Jinpei Matsuda's voice was deep and powerful, with unquestionable majesty.

After hearing this, Kurosawa didn't dare to say a word.

It would be fine if the plot and the script were different, but if you get yourself involved, it would be a waste of time.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Jinpei Matsuda continued to ask a few more questions.

He frowned, and his voice unconsciously rose a few decibels, with a bit of anxiety and majesty.

"Kurosawa, do you know anything? Don't play dumb in front of me! Say something!"

However, no matter how Jinpei Matsuda asked, Kurosawa remained with his lips tightly closed, like a silent statue.

He lowered his head, staring at the ground. His hair hung down in a messy manner in front of his forehead, covering his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression.

Kurosawa: My damn dog system, what's wrong with letting me win a game?!

Playing games here.

When Jinpei Matsuda looked at Kurosawa like this, he knew that what was supposed to come had finally come.

At first he was able to ask Kenji Hagiwara because he was angry and couldn't believe it, so he could say it so easily.

But it’s different now. Now that I’ve regained my sanity, when I ask some questions…

A hint of hesitation and pain flashed in Jinpei Matsuda's eyes.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves in his heart, trying to regain his calm and firmness.

But in the end, Jinpei Matsuda turned his gaze to Kenji Hagiwara and began to ask normal questions.

Kenji Hagiwara also cooperated and answered the questions one by one, but he refused to admit that he had placed the bomb.

Although he really wanted to look directly at Jinpei Matsuda and speak loudly.

"Matsuda, I'll say it again, I didn't do this at all! How could I do such a thing!"

But unfortunately I can’t do that, not because of anything else, but mainly because the script is so interesting.

As Jinpei Matsuda listened to Kenji Hagiwara's repeated denials, the phone call in the amusement park kept flashing through his mind. The voice echoed in his ears like an unforgettable nightmare.

"Hagiwara, why did you say that at the Ferris wheel?"

Jinpei Matsuda's voice was a little hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor.

"I'm afraid you won't believe what a dead man says."

This set of rhetoric is even more outrageous than the previous one.

Jinpei Matsuda remained silent, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to be frozen, so heavy that it made people breathless.

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, making a "thump thump" sound, and each tap seemed to be knocking on everyone's heart.

"Then can you explain why I can touch you again now?"

Okay, he believed it.

Jinpei Matsuda's eyes were fixed on Kenji Hagiwara, not missing any slight changes on his face.

Kenji Hagiwara's face turned pale. He opened his mouth but didn't know where to start. In the end, he only uttered one sentence.

"Matsuda, I don't know how to explain this, but I really didn't plant the bomb on the Ferris wheel."

The interrogation slowly came to an end as each question was answered, and the atmosphere became increasingly depressing.

The clock on the wall ticked away, mocking their plight with every second.

at this time.

Kurosawa suddenly jumped from his seat onto the table, put his hands on his hips and pointed to the sky, shouting.

"Hahahaha, I finally won!! You little loser, nothing to be afraid of."

System: Speechless

Matsuda Jinpei:? ? ?

Hagihara Kenji: ╮（╯＿╰）╭

"Peng!"

The old table in front of Jinpei Matsuda was slapped hard by his powerful palm.

His sharp eyes were like two cold rays, fixed on Heize who jumped onto the table.

"This is the Metropolitan Police Department, the interrogation room! This is not a place for you to do whatever you want!"

Kurosawa, who was almost being lectured, seemed a little out of place in this tense atmosphere.

He was stunned for a moment, then a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He quickly took out his cell phone from his pocket and tried to secretly take a picture of Jinpei Matsuda at this majestic moment.

Kurosawa: He’s quite handsome. Let’s take a picture.

"You know what I'm saying?!"

"I didn't know you said this isn't a place where I can do whatever I want."

"Pfft..." Kenji Hagiwara couldn't help laughing out loud, and Jinpei Matsuda immediately cast a suspicious look at him.

Kenji suppressed his smile and looked at Jinpei Matsuda with tears in his eyes.

"...Xiao Zhenping, you still don't believe me, right?"

"Only if I leave now and disappear from here forever, will you believe that I am really dead..."

This wave, this wave is called retreating to advance.

However, when it comes to issues of principle, Jinpei Matsuda is unlikely to give in.

"That was not what I meant."

Jinpei Matsuda chose to give in, and this issue had nothing to do with principles.

"I mean why would you do this? Why would you want to kill me? Aren't we best friends?"

Hagiwara Kenji was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"Okay, I get it. You didn't do this."

"But you have to show some evidence. Without direct evidence, it's hard for me to believe that you didn't do it."

Kurosawa, who was standing by and watching this intense scene in a daze, felt as if he was under a spell and felt that this development was a bit strange.

Kurosawa subconsciously rummaged in his trouser pocket and took out the simple little script that he had kept with him so as not to forget it.

He moved cautiously, as if afraid that the slight noise would disrupt the delicate balance in the interrogation room.

Kurosawa quietly opened the script and stared at the words on it.

"script"

"First there is a misunderstanding, then it is resolved, and finally everything is ready."

"I spent five days sharpening half of the sword, and now I can finally start the operation!!"

The specific process of the script is as follows.

Misunderstanding: Play it by ear.

Resolve misunderstandings: Just go with the flow.

Result: You have to be very ruthless!

It cannot be said that this specific process does not exist, it can only be said that it is the same whether it exists or not.

It is indeed a simple little script.