Kato stared at the young police officer before him who was smiling from ear to ear and looked very bright and cheerful, feeling somewhat bewildered; somehow, he had a feeling that smile was not harboring anything good.
Were the police nowadays all this outrageous?
Wait, this kid didn't seem like a police officer!
Chiba Kazunobu watched Fujino, who specialized in trapping and fishing for suspects, actually cast a fishing line toward his good friend, and hurriedly said, "Um, Kato... I think you'd better not resist."
"It's better to just get arrested honestly like this."
Sato, standing off to the side with her arms crossed, chimed in, "If you resist, you might end up staying in the hospital for a few months."
Hearing this, Kato decisively extended his hands and held them out. "How about you guys just slap the handcuffs on me and arrest me right now... I'm surrendering?"
"Hawn... Surrendering is good, I've just been waiting for those words from you."
Fujino yawned. "Since you have no intention of resisting, please begin your performance and draft a rough script for before your trial!"
As he spoke, he even glanced at his wristwatch. "Keep it as concise as possible, I'm planning to go home for dinner."
"..."
Kato's brow twitched, leaving him utterly speechless toward the young man in front of him.
Where on earth was there any case handled like this?
Sighing helplessly in the end, he confessed, "This whole thing started a year ago. Back then, I went abroad on a business trip, and basically every so often, I would write letters to her, only our relationship grew colder and colder."
"Later on, I happened to drop by Nakamoto's place, and that was when I found out... All the letters I sent were actually in his hands!"
"So,