Were they the same two investigators as before?
Leon slightly squinted his eyes after barely recognizing their faces against the light and didn’t reach out to accept the old investigator’s offered hand.
After the last Blood Night incident involving Lane, they were the ones who conducted an investigation on him, eventually producing a report stating “extremely dangerous, recommended strict monitoring.”
The sly old man in front of him even suggested in the review form that he disregarded regulations and was extremely dissatisfied with current rules. He judged that once Leon believed himself capable enough, he would certainly try to break free from General Bureau control and act recklessly.
And that report, filled with nothing but criticism, somehow caught the attention of the Aquarius Director, who brought it up in front of everyone at headquarters. It almost got him sent off to lick brains for the Brain-eating Demon, causing him no small amount of trouble.
…
“Ho ho, looks like Mr. Leon isn’t very welcoming towards us.”
After waiting for a bit without seeing Leon shake hands, the old investigator didn’t seem awkward at all. Instead, he smiled faintly and naturally retracted his hand, apologizing gently: “Sorry, investigating possible rule violations is work we must do, even if it’s unwelcome and not as meaningful as clearing anomalies. We still have to follow the rules and complete our investigations.”
“After all, without people like us conducting investigations and constraining overly reckless cleaners, this world would surely become chaotic beyond measure, completely turning into a paradise for evil gods and demons.”
“So sorry, even if you feel wronged inside, even if our questions might be annoying, please try to cooperate.”
Blah blah blah… Are you preparing for exams or something? After giving the old man who said plenty of bad things about him a glance, Leon furrowed his brows and remained silent, tacitly agreeing to answer the other’s questions and cooperate with the General Bureau’s investigation. The red-haired bureau director observing coldly behind the desk waved them away impatiently: “Ask outside! I’m busy, don’t disturb my work!”
“Alright.”
Nodding politely towards the red-haired bureau director, the old investigator raised his arm and gestured toward the door.
“Mr. Leon, let’s go straight to Miss Emma’s office to talk. She’s already been waiting for us there for a while.”
So they went to find Emma Senior before coming for me? After narrowing his eyes at this courteous yet utterly unlikable old man, Leon turned around and left, heading to Emma Senior’s office.
The clearly irritated female investigator and the ever-smiling old investigator followed closely behind, entering the room filled with various torture tools belonging to Emma Senior.
“Then I’ll start asking!”
Pushing aside the skull crusher and canine nail collar on the sofa with force and sitting down opposite Leon and Emma, the young female investigator frowned and asked:
“The first question: Do you two know about the death of the Gold Nightingale Marquis?”
“Let’s skip the nonsense.”
Interrupting the female investigator’s questioning, Leon took out the Black Goat and placed it on the table in front of her, expressionless: “Considering your prejudice against our Virgo Subdivision, if you insist on wasting time on such questions, I will question the significance of this inquiry and request the General Bureau to send two new investigators.”
“You!”
“That’s enough, Elsa!”
Stopping the slightly flushed female investigator, the old investigator smiled: “Mr. Leon and Miss Emma are both very busy. We can indeed be more flexible when asking questions. Let’s focus on the marked questions I’ve highlighted.”
“Hmm…”
Biting her lip in dissatisfaction, the female investigator flipped a page in her notebook and then asked with an unfriendly expression:
“First question! Did either of you two intend to kill the Gold Nightingale Marquis Leonard?”
“Yes.”
“What?!”
Looking at the “denial” she had just circled in her notebook, the female investigator couldn’t help but blink in confusion, then looked up bewilderedly: “What did you say?”
“I said, both of us had strong intentions to kill the Gold Nightingale Marquis.”
Ah… How could you admit it so directly? Don’t even pretend a little? Confused by Leon’s honesty, she fell silent for several seconds before finally asking with incomprehension:
“Why?”
“Because he deserved to die.”
After briefly explaining what Leonard had done, Leon glared disdainfully: “If he hadn’t thrown himself into the lake, whether it was Emma Senior becoming the head of some small subdivision first or me uncovering sufficient evidence to lock him up, his death was inevitable! Drowning himself was almost too merciful!”
After hearing Leon’s words, Emma’s eyes involuntarily misted over, recalling her deceased clansmen and daughter, then nodded in agreement.
“…”
So he did deserve to die… But that’s not what I wanted to ask! As an investigator here to make you tell the truth, your complete lack of concealment is perhaps a bit too honest. Looking at the series of questions she had prepared to make Leon admit wanting to kill the Gold Nightingale Marquis, the female investigator crossed them all out and hesitated:
“Then… where were you on the night he died? Is there anyone who can vouch for you?”
“No.”
Leon shook his head: “I was working overtime at the bureau, and Emma Senior was at home taking care of her daughter. We were both alone, with no one to vouch for us.”
“…”
So you have no alibi either? Can’t you put up a little resistance? Seeing another dozen questions invalidated in her notebook, the female investigator felt powerless, opening her mouth aimlessly, then blankly crossed out another long list of questions.
“Then… third question, did you two kill the Gold Nightingale Marquis?”
“No.”
Emma Senior shook her head gently.
“Unfortunately, no.”
Leon’s expression even carried a hint of regret.
As for how Leonard died… Of course, he committed suicide.
Even though I made him jump into the river hundreds of times in my dreams and got him hanged on the execution platform millions of times, I didn’t even touch a single finger of his, nor did I see his face with my own eyes. What does his jumping into the river have to do with me? Watching the “honest duo” finally stop admitting everything, the female investigator secretly sighed in relief and sat up straight, holding the stack of questions she had prepared, asking with excitement: “Then how do you explain his sudden death?”
“After all, you two had the motive to kill him, the ability to kill him, and no alibi for that night. So please explain…”
“Sweetie~”
At that moment, the Black Goat on the table rolled its eyes and grinned mischievously: “Come here, let daddy give you a hug!”
???
Confused by its shout, the female investigator pointed at her nose uncertainly:
“Did… Did you just call me?”
“Who else could it be? Come closer… Closer… Tch!”
A large wad of phlegm shot out, covering the back of the survey form. The Black Goat smirked coldly at the shocked female investigator:
“We had the motive to do something with your mom, the ability to do something with her, and no alibi the night she conceived you… According to your logic, wouldn’t I be your wild biological father?”
