Kobe
Arguing with Li Xiao Bai was guaranteed to be a miserable experience. His former university adviser and classmates had all learned that the hard way after running headfirst into a brick wall. Li Xiao Bai was a contrarian through and through, and working in the Medical Field of mental health meant he was in exactly the right line of work.
Investigator Ruan Yingxiong from Annam had a splitting headache. If his Malaysian colleague hadn't stepped in to help, he would have been left in an awkward spot.
Being unable to get a word in while questioning someone else would make everyone doubt his professional ability—and whether he was fit to remain in his position.
Like serving in a peacekeeping force, working for Interpol was about building credentials, not making a fool of yourself.
Li Bai shrugged at the two Interpol investigators, Ruan Yingxiong and Abdullah. I have the right to remain silent. Please, carry on with your performance.
"Li Bai, do you admit that you had a grudge against Yamamoto Takeo?"
The quiet Malaysian finally joined in. Abdullah Dato' Yummuri went straight for the heart of the matter.
To bury someone in a pit, you first had to dig one. Li Bai's feud with Yamamoto Takeo was the pit.
It had been used to trap Yamamoto before; now it could be used to trap Li Bai. How they did it depended on how they played their cards.
"I don't admit it!"
Li Bai shrugged. He wanted to see how they planned to pin the blame—murder motive—on him.
"Gah!~"
He still dared to deny it?
Ruan Yingxiong glared at Li Bai and gritted his teeth. "At Kobe Police Station, Yamamoto Takeo developed a serious psychological disorder after speaking with you. You're a psychiatrist. Did you use some kind of method