"Mr. Fujino, how could we let you into detention...?"
"Eh? That's not right. I'm a murderer."
Fujino raised his handcuffs and showed them off. "How could a murderer not be put in detention? Or should you transfer me to the detention center instead? I heard the conditions there are even better than at the holding cells?"
"This..."
Oshima was left speechless, and Masashi Yamamoto fell silent as well.
The sarcasm in those words was unmistakable.
A holding cell was a temporary detention facility at a police station. Like in China, whether it was any good depended on the local precinct. Before a prosecution, it was where police temporarily detained and restricted suspects while investigating them.
A detention center, meanwhile, was for criminals whose cases had been confirmed and were about to be prosecuted. Court bailiffs were responsible for those places, and the conditions were better than in holding cells.
Then there was prison, where convicted criminals were locked up.
They had put handcuffs on him and brought him back to the station. Normally, the next step would be interrogation, followed by locking him in a holding cell.
Oshima turned to Yamamoto. "Take out the handcuff key. Hurry up and undo them for him. He isn't a murderer yet."
"No need for the key."
Before Yamamoto could react, Fujino exerted force with both hands and snapped the handcuffs apart. "Handcuffs are actually useless against me. I can break them whenever I want."
As he spoke, he slipped both hands into his pockets and glanced around the police station. "Since I'm already here, if I can't visit the holding cells, there's no problem with me taking a look around the interrogation room, right?"
"No problem, no problem... Please, look around as you please."
"How about interrogating me again?"
"No need, no need..."