"Come on, Mr. Seha."
Lin Xinyi walked over slowly with a smile.
But in Seha Sonotoku's eyes, this ordinary young man dressed like an insurance salesman had become a sun of boundless heat.
Even getting a little closer was enough to scorch him until sweat covered his body.
He gripped the armrests tightly, his muscles suddenly tensing as he leaned forward slightly, as though trembling in fear, yet also as though instinctively trying to flee.
In the end, the moment Lin Xinyi truly approached—
Seha Sonotoku went limp, slumping weakly into his wheelchair like asphalt melted beneath the sun.
"No need to investigate. I confess."
"I killed Manager Yamazaki."
He confessed because there was no point in denying it.
Lin Xinyi had fingerprints that matched his full print pattern, as well as the shoeprint from the shoe on his foot.
If they searched his room now, they could also find the gloves, mask, and clothes he had been too pressed for time to dispose of, all carrying gunshot residue.
Those pieces of evidence together were enough to convict him. He had no room left to argue.
And so, after a brief silence, under the astonished gazes of the guests, servants, and officers, Seha Sonotoku braced his limp body and slowly rose from the wheelchair.
"There's no point pretending anymore."
"My leg injury was fake. Take me back to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."
"Just as I thought."
Lin Xinyi calmly withdrew his gaze, then naturally spoke in the tone of a commander.
"Move. Put handcuffs on Mr. Seha."
"This case is closed."
"Uh... yes!" The officers finally snapped back to their senses.
A case that had left the elites of Investigation Division One helpless had actually been solved so easily.
For the first time, they realized cases could be solved