Confession

Pan Yun walked into the kitchen.

The kitchen had been completely transformed. Ouchi Hiromi was tied to a rack, his head hanging low, while water boiled in a large cauldron beside him.

The water was already at a rolling boil, bubbling away furiously.

Pan Yun glanced at it as she passed and asked with a smile, "Such a huge pot of water—are you planning to boil him?"

Chen Liutao smiled. "Boiling would kill him, so I was thinking of scalding him first, then using an iron comb to comb his flesh from his bones. If the technique is good enough, you can comb a person down to nothing but bones without killing him."

Ouchi Hiromi understood Chinese. His face turned pale, his legs went weak, and his entire body began trembling uncontrollably.

Pan Yun raised her brows. "Then I really must broaden my horizons."

"Unfortunately, you'll have to save that chance for the next person." Chen Liutao tilted his chin toward him. "He confessed."

Pan Yun looked at Ouchi Hiromi, pulled over the cloth Chen Liutao had used to wipe his hands, and dabbed the sweat from his forehead. She comforted him, "Don't be sad. This isn't because you're cowardly. Geese leave traces as they fly. Even if you didn't speak, we could still investigate and uncover it. It was only a matter of sooner or later."

She said softly, "Think of it another way. They killed so many people; their wronged souls must be wrapped around them. By speaking out, you are soothing those wronged souls' resentment. Isn't that a good thing?"

Confusion flashed through Ouchi Hiromi's eyes. He muttered, "So... I'm doing a good deed?"

"That's right, you're doing a good deed. And you're doing this for far more than yourself." Pan Yun gave Qu Zhixing a look,