Kokida buried himself in a pile of documents, writing furiously; Ryunosuke Akutagawa put on his glasses and typed furiously on the keyboard in front of the computer; Tanizaki Junichiro stared at his phone, his fingers flying across the keyboard; Nakahara Chūya sat on a chair, flipping through documents while leisurely sipping his coffee; and Akiko Yosano had left work early in the morning and returned home.

Atsushi Nakajima looked left and right, unable to find anything to do.

He picked up a cookie from the coffee table and put it in his mouth. Just as he took a bite, he felt that the crunching sound of the cookie was too obvious in the office. He hurriedly covered his mouth with both hands and looked around furtively.

Everyone was busy with their own things, and no one paid any attention to him.

Atsushi Nakajima was relieved and swallowed the cookie bit by bit.

"That …" Atsushi Nakajima looked at his watch and squirmed uneasily on the sofa. "Mr. Taejae has been in the interrogation room for almost an hour …"

"Okay." Everyone answered in unison and then went back to their own work.

"Mr. Taejae is alone. Will he be okay?" Atsushi Nakajima asked softly.

"Don't worry. That guy has interrogated everyone, and everyone will talk."

Kokida massaged his neck and turned to look at Atsushi Nakajima, as if he had guessed his thoughts. "Instead of worrying about Taizai, why don't you worry about the poor suspects?"

"That's right."

Tanizaki Junichiro was still staring at his phone. "Mr. Taejae is so scary …" He shook his head and stopped talking.

"You mean … Mr. Taejae?" Atsushi Nakajima's eyes widened. "Mr. Taejae is good at interrogation?"

"Yeah." Kokida waved the pen in her hand.

Atsushi Nakajima's mind was filled with all kinds of dark and messy scenes: blood under the black background, torturers being tortured by the fire called 'Agony', chains and irons, strange torture instruments … and Osamu Dazai, who was sitting by the side and watching happily.

Thinking of this, he swallowed hard. "That's illegal, right? During the investigation and interrogation phase …"

"What are you thinking about?"

Akutagawa finally looked away from the computer and glanced at Atsushi Nakajima, whose thoughts were written all over his face. "Mr. Taejae knows what he's doing."

"I know what I'm doing …" Atsushi Nakajima repeated numbly.

"That Taizai is more of a manipulator."

Kokida pushed her glasses up. "Walking on the edge of the law, he can always use others to achieve his own goals."

"Hmm?" Nakahara Chūya raised her eyebrows. "It sounds quite scary."

Kokida was about to answer when the vibration of a text message came from the desktop.

He picked up his phone and glanced at it. He immediately jumped up from his chair and said through gritted teeth, "I'm sorry.

He gritted his teeth and said, "That guy Taizai, what is he doing now?"

"What happened?"

Atsushi Nakajima hurried over. Kokida's expression was completely numb. She handed the phone to him. Atsushi Nakajima read aloud, "I'm almost done with it.

"I'm almost done with it. I've let the four suspects go.

I'll meet you under the bridge at six o 'clock. Be punctual. "

Atsushi Nakajima looked at his watch. "It's five o 'clock now. There's still an hour left.

What do you think? Do you really want to follow Mr. Taejae's instructions … "

Kokida didn't even want to speak. Tanizaki Junichiro, who was beside her, spun around in her chair twice and said, "Is there any other way besides following his instructions?"

"That's true …" Atsushi Nakajima returned the phone to Kokida. "But is it really okay for Mr. Taejae to let the four of them go?"

"It doesn't matter. He already knows who the murderer is anyway. It doesn't matter if he lets them go or not." Nakahara Chūya stood up. "Let's go."

"What?"

Everyone in the office looked at Nakahara Chūya. Kokida asked a little excitedly, "Does that mean, Central Plains Police, you also know who the murderer is?"

"Something like that." Chūya smiled.

"Hey, come out. There's no one else here."

Taizai walked under the bridge and stopped. A tram passed by above his head, bringing with it a rumbling sound.

"I really underestimated you. As expected, you found out long ago."

A person slowly walked out from the shadows under the bridge. He raised the gun in his hand and pointed the black muzzle at Osamu Dazai, who had his back facing him.

"Are you going to kill me to silence me, Nanami Yusuke?"

Taizai smiled and took two steps forward. "Why don't you try?"

"Put your hands up."

Seven Seas waved the gun in his hand with a ferocious expression. "Let me ask you something first. How did you find out it was me?

Although you left the four of us alive, you didn't care about the other three at all. Your target was me from the beginning. "

"It's because of the death message left by the curator you killed."

Taizai raised his hands and turned around. He yawned and said lazily, "The poem that the curator left behind."

"The 'Nami' in the poem is the Chinese character for 'Lang'."

Taizai looked bored. "There's no way the curator didn't know that the original poem was' Nami 'and' Lang '. He even purposely wrote it as' Nami '."

"Maybe you're still wondering why the curator left the 'Nami' on the paper and thought that he only wanted the 'Na' in your name.

That's right, it's just that the curator has already recorded your surname. 'Na' and 'Nami', which was deliberately written as a pseudonym in the poem, are combined to form 'Nanami', which is also 'Nanami'. "

"I didn't expect that old man to use his brain for once before he died."

Qi Hai thought for a moment and actually laughed. "But it doesn't matter. It's fine as long as I kill you here."

"Go ahead and shoot."

Taizai smiled and took a few steps forward. "If you can kill me, go ahead and try."

"Don't think I don't dare."

Seven Seas had a twisted smile on his face. "If you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck for getting involved in this."

"I don't think it's my fault."

Taizai chuckled. "If you really want to say it, you only have yourself to blame. Your brain is too mediocre, your plan is full of loopholes, and you're not educated enough.

But, can I ask you a question? "

"What is it?"

"How did you get the curator to leave a death message before he died? And why didn't you destroy all the papers?"

Perhaps the 'are you an idiot' expression on Taizai's face was too obvious. Seven Seas' eyes looked like they were about to spit fire. His hand holding the gun trembled even more.

"You're still talking big when you're about to die." Seven Seas released the safety with a click. "Do you think I want to?

It's all because of that guy … "As if realizing that he had let the cat out of the bag, he looked around in a panic." But it doesn't matter if I tell you. You won't be able to speak anyway.

I'm just the person who carried out the plan. The whole thing was arranged long ago. "

"Oh?" Taizai's face showed an interested smile. "Including our appearance?"

"I don't know." Seven Seas' answer was straightforward. "I was just following instructions."

"Who is the person who instructed you?"

"Do you think I'll tell you?" Seven Seas' face became more and more twisted. "Or you can kneel on the ground and beg me. I might consider it."

"Oh, then forget it."

Taizai waved his arm. "No matter how I look at it, you're just a chess piece in the plan that can be discarded. You don't even know who the mastermind is."

"You …"

"By the way, are you done? My hands are sore after holding the gun for so long." Taizai simply waved his hands in the air. "Hurry up."

"You're asking for it." Seven Seas aimed the gun at Taizai's head.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and a bloody hole appeared in Qi Hai's right shoulder. The gun also fell from his hand to the ground. He covered his shoulder with his hand in disbelief, and when he turned around, he saw the smoking muzzle in Zhong Ye's hand.

"You …" Seven Seas hurriedly bent down to pick up the gun on the ground, but Taizai stepped on it first.

"You're so late."

Taizai waved his arm and watched as Kokida ran over from a distance and handcuffed Seven Seas. "I was almost killed."

"This is your own responsibility."

Kokida was indifferent. "And, aren't you going to explain your strange text message?"

"Strange text message …" Taizai looked at the phone Kokida handed over. "Well … it's obviously the right text message." Taizai blinked and smiled at Kokida.

"Really, it's so dangerous this time. If it weren't for the Central Plains Police explaining the death to us, Taizai, you should be prepared to meet the King of Hell."

Guo Mutian put away the note and walked to Mikai Yousuke, who was lying on the ground. "And, since you already know who the murderer is, why didn't you say it during the interrogation? Why did you have to go through so much trouble?"

"Are you kidding?" Taizai spread his hands. "I'm not a famous detective who enjoys the process of reasoning and solving mysteries.

Finding suspicious points little by little, reasoning and analyzing, and explaining it to you will tire me to death. "

"And, it's hard to say if a death message alone can be used as evidence for a conviction.

As long as Seven Seas insisted on denying it, just thinking about the long organizational interrogation, evidence search, and personnel investigation that would follow would be enough to make people despair.

Just now, I put enough pressure on him in the interrogation room. You see, the murderer walked right into the trap.

It's much faster than that. "

"Is that so?"

Seven Seas, who had been stepped on by Taizai, suddenly laughed. "Even if I'm caught, that old guy deserves it.

On the surface, he's an authority in the industry, the director of the National Museum of Western Art, but in fact … "

"Stop, stop, stop …" Taizai immediately interrupted Seven Seas. "I think you're probably in the wrong set. We're not acting some old-fashioned detective drama here, where the murderer has to kneel on the ground and explain his difficulties.

I'm not a famous detective, and I don't have the obligation or the mood to listen to you. I'm tired enough today. "

"I can't win an argument with you." Kokida called the police officers over and escorted Seven Seas, who was on the ground, to the police car.

He looked at Taizai as he stretched and walked away. "Hey, Taizai, you still have to go to the police station to record a statement."

"Huh?" Taizai turned to look at him. "I don't want to go."

"That's part of the procedure."

"I … I'm also a victim. I was in great shock just now, and I haven't recovered yet."

Taizai swayed and fell to the ground. "Look, I can't even stand up. You police can't be so inhumane, right? You want me to record a statement when I'm mentally unstable."

Although he knew that he was being shameless, Kokida really couldn't say anything to refute him.

The faces of the police officers clearly said "I've lost to you."

"If that's the case, no matter what, we can't let the victim go back on his own when he's mentally unstable." Nakahara Chūya walked out. "Taizai, I'll send you back."

"Huh?"

Taizai sat on the ground and blinked. He didn't mind that his windbreaker was stained with mud. "Then I'll have to trouble the Central Plains Police."