"Is your fucking name Qingshui Yong?"
In the interrogation room of the Police Headquarters, Nakamura Shinichi burst through the door and kicked Qingshui Yong in the chest.
"Ah!"
Qingshui Yong screamed in pain as he and the chair he was tied to were knocked to the ground, and he felt like he was about to vomit his bile.
Two police officers quickly came forward to set him upright.
"Don't hit me! I'll talk... I'll tell you everything."
Qingshui Yong was a typical waster, lazy and brash, thick-faced, and weak under pressure but knew when to fold.
He had been arrested multiple times and knew the police must have evidence about something, though he didn't know exactly what.
So his next step was to probe; he couldn't afford to blurt out something in panic that the police didn't yet know.
"Why did you kill Beiyuan Yangtao? Who made you do it?" asked Nakamura Shinichi with a stern face.
