Are lovers who cannot say each other's names guilty?

"I haven't touched the opposite sex in ages. When I went out to buy gold tonight, the salesgirl accidentally touched my hand, and I completely lost my composure, so I ran back. Sigh."

"And that's your fucking excuse for robbery and molestation?"

"It was like this. When I was staying at a hotel, a little note came through the gap under the door. It said, 'Male escort, 100 a session, strong and fit, guaranteed to last a full hour; if not, I'll pay you 400.'

"I thought it was a pretty good deal, so I called him over. Turns out that loser finished in five minutes, threw 400 yuan onto me, and then you guys came in.

"So you really can't convict me as the seller! I'm the buyer! Cut me some slack—detain me for a few days just for show, okay?"

"Listen, let me explain. I buy used phones. How was I supposed to know that this customer would send me a hotel location? But there was money to be made, so of course I had to go. Buying phones always involves haggling, going back and forth, and we both ended up drenched in sweat. Naturally, we had to take a shower. As for the transfer records on the phone you mentioned, that was the money for buying the phone."

Guardian of the West really was a documentary. Listening to the conversations drifting out of several interrogation rooms, Lin Li was deeply shaken.

This place truly was full of talent. Everyone spoke so pleasantly. No wonder it was Dragon Field in its infancy, capable of attaining enlightenment.

They had arrested rather a lot of people all at once tonight. Combined with the other cases already being handled, there were not enough interrogation rooms to go around.

Fortunately, perhaps because he was the only minor, although the vehicle he had ridden in had not been among the first to arrive, he successfully cut the line and was interrogated ahead of schedule.

His chair was the classic stainless-steel interrogation chair. Yang Liang was a good comrade—Lin Li had only called him Uncle once, and he had thoughtfully fitted him with ankle shackles as well.

Lin Li felt that a bond had already formed between them—perhaps if he patted Uncle Yang's butt, Uncle Yang would know what pose he wanted.

"Is there really any need to put handcuffs and shackles on this kid?" Interrogations required at least two Demon Suppression Envoys, so another Envoy, who seemed to rank slightly higher than Yang Liang, was also present. He looked at Lin Li's handcuffs and gave Yang Liang a puzzled look.

"This little bastard begged me to cuff him." Yang Liang snorted heavily, making his irritation clear.

The other Demon Suppression Envoy: "?"

"This little brat probably has something wrong with his head. A minor and mentally ill—fucking stacked every buff on himself. I don't even want to interrogate him. We should just call his family to pick him up," Yang Liang said with a thoroughly unlucky expression.

"It's not that simple. I'm actually transgender too. Biologically male, psychologically female, but because I have transvestism, I still wear men's clothes. And I'm homosexual, so I like women. Also, I'm mixed Jewish and Darkie, but because I have a rare condition called xanthoderma and a genetic mutation, I look like a local..."

Lin Li raised both hands and began chanting.

"Foreign buffs don't work here. Shut up." Yang Liang had become very proficient at telling Lin Li to shut up. Afterward, he looked at the Demon Suppression Envoy beside him. "See? Didn't I say he was nuts?"

The Demon Suppression Envoy rubbed his brow with a headache and nodded.

"I think it's very rude to call someone mentally ill in front of them," Lin Li said, defending his own name.

"Yang Liang, you were right. Hurry up and finish the procedure so his family can come take him away." The Demon Suppression Envoy nodded even more firmly.

"I know. Interrogation starts now! We ask, you answer." Yang Liang nodded, then looked at Lin Li and slammed the table.

"Just because two people in love can't call each other by name, they have to be interrogated?" Lin Li struck first.

Yang Liang: "..."

Interrogations were such a pain.

He wanted to use the Great Memory Restoration Technique.

As everyone knew, the country he lived in had been known as the Land of Etiquette since ancient times.

Then all the more reason to use fists to bang! bang! bang! "All right, Uncles, you've experienced enough. It's time to reveal my identity. I'm done pretending. I'll come clean," Lin Li said, pausing slightly with a mysterious smile. "I'm one of you. I'm undercover."

The other Demon Suppression Envoy: "He really is mentally ill."

Yang Liang: "Told you."

Lin Li: "I'm not!"

The other Demon Suppression Envoy: "It's probably unrealistic to get any information out of him. Did he have any identification on him when you caught him?"

Yang Liang: "Didn't see an ID card, but he had a phone. Let's check it."

Lin Li: "Could you acknowledge me for once?"

The other Demon Suppression Envoy: "You had that and didn't say so earlier? I thought all we had was this guy."

Yang Liang: "Then let's go."

The other Demon Suppression Envoy: "Mm."

Lin Li: "I'm a woman. Hello, hello, I'm a woman. Didn't that come through? I'm women."

"..."

The two of them conversed with incredible calm, never looking at Lin Li even once, and prepared to get up and leave.

That was a little disrespectful.

Seeing that the two Demon Suppression Envoys were about to leave, Lin Li hurriedly explained, "No! Uncles, I really am undercover! Rounding it up, I was the one who led this operation! You launched tonight's operation because you received a phone report, right? I was the one who made that call! My name is Lin Li, and my phone number ends in 9749. You can definitely match it up!"

Lin Li's words immediately made both Demon Suppression Envoys turn toward him. The three of them stared at one another in silence for a moment, then Yang Liang's eyes widened as he blurted out in a cracked voice:

"You're the mentally... not quite normal informant Headquarters mentioned?"

Lin Li: "..."

Mental retardation. He had wanted to say mental retardation just now, right? Headquarters sure cursed filthy.

"Not me. I'm not mentally retarded. I'm perfectly normal." Lin Li shook his head, then patiently guided them. "Headquarters should also have said there was another normal, great, caring, admirable informant, right? That's me."

The three of them stared at one another in silence again.

"It's definitely him."

"If this little fucker was the informant, then I can understand it. This is exactly the sort of thing he would do." Yang Liang suddenly smiled in relief and turned to nod at his colleague. "No wonder I didn't see anyone voluntarily come looking for me at the scene. So it was this kid."

"Then I'll leave him to you for now. I'm going to help the others. We're terribly short-handed here tonight." The other Demon Suppression Envoy also looked both amused and helpless as he stood.

"Okay."

"Although you're the informant, regulations say we can't just let you go. You still need to cooperate with me in making a statement. Come on, we'll go to the office." Yang Liang walked over, preparing to remove Lin Li's handcuffs and ankle shackles. Then, as if anticipating something, he looked up. "No. The interrogation rooms are packed tonight, and lots of people are waiting to use them. We can't make the statement here."

Lin Li's eyes widened, and he swallowed the "Uncle" that had been about to leave his mouth.

He had actually been read so easily.

Without even patting his butt, Uncle Yang already knew what pose he wanted?

But Lin Li immediately nodded. An experience was one thing, but there was no need to cause other people trouble. Besides, he had already sat in an interrogation chair. He only sought to have had it once, not to have it forever.

This was not something that ought to last forever anyway.

Freed again, Lin Li stretched lazily, then followed Yang Liang to the office and retrieved his phone.

Lin Li unlocked his phone and showed his call records, confirming his identity as the informant.

"Damn it, I don't even know how to start taking this statement. I've been a cop for so long, but you're the first one like this I've ever seen." After sitting down, Yang Liang held his head in helpless amusement and leaned back, then asked warmly, "Little Lin, is there anything you want to say first?"

The Demon Suppression Envoy's attitude toward him had clearly changed.

Arrogant before, respectful after. Thinking about it made him laugh.

That idiom did not seem to apply like that. Whatever, it was not important.

Lin Li nodded, then gave his opinion:

"Until my lawyer arrives, I will not say a single word."

Yang Liang: "?"