So he admitted it?
Norwell, who had just been tasked with searching the place, was clearly shocked all over again by Fu Qian's cooperation.
Compared to those other charlatans who spouted nothing but nonsense, this Gorimshaw fellow really was a little different.
"Search everywhere."
Unlike the young officer, his senior didn't react nearly as strongly. In the same tone of someone who hadn't slept well, he reminded Norwell.
"Okay."
Though he sounded just as listless, Norwell clearly respected his senior and immediately reflected on his own behavior before getting to work.
"You can call me Tommy."
After giving Norwell his orders, the older policeman turned back to Fu Qian and introduced himself straight away.
"So please, go on, Mr. Gorimshaw."
"Why did you deceive that customer, and how did you do it?"
"First, there weren't any bugs on Claire. That was just an illusion I created."
Fu Qian was cooperating so eagerly, he might as well have been angling for a reduced sentence. As he spoke, he showed them his left hand.
"I wanted her to believe she was covered in filth so she'd cooperate with my treatment."
"If there was nothing wrong with her, why would she agree to treatment?"
Though Tommy was looking toward Fu Qian, his expression seemed distant, making it hard to tell how much he'd actually heard.
But Fu Qian had no doubts. Tommy might have been an ordinary man, and his age-related lack of energy was clearly no act, but he was undoubtedly one of the most difficult law-enforcement officers to deal with.
His questions made that clear.
The question sounded rather stupid, but its underlying meaning was obvious: Tommy didn't believe for a moment that Fu Qian had done it for the money.
He wanted to know why Fu Qian had gone to