Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 605 - 602

"Was he really alone that night?"

Matsumoto Kiyotaka stared intently at the young man in front of him, issuing a warning, "I advise you to tell the truth, Asuka. You’ve just graduated from school and you wouldn’t want the villagers to look down on you, right? Speak, as long as you tell me, you can go home now."

Asuka lifted his head shakily, his legs trembling nonstop, his heart filled with immense fear, his eyes constantly drifting towards the recorder behind Matsumoto, trying to find some sense of security.

Having just graduated from high school, not even twenty years old, having never dealt with the police in his life, how had he suddenly found himself in a police station, interrogated personally by the chief?

This young man, who hadn’t even completed two months since his graduation, was now drenched in cold sweat. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but it was as though an invisible sponge blocked his throat, absorbing all the sounds he tried to make.

Asuka’s lips turned paler and paler, chapped with large flakes of dead skin.

Dry, thirsty, cold.

These were Asuka’s only sensations, as under the high temperature of thirty-seven degrees, his whole body felt chilled from head to toe.

While Matsumoto Kiyotaka was questioning Asuka, in another room, Mugalen sat on the interrogation chair, his pupils trembling nonstop.

To intimidate Mugalen into confessing, Matsumoto Kiyotaka told him of the existence of an eyewitness.

Damn it.

Why was there someone else there that night!?

Mugalen’s heart was in turmoil.

All the plans had gone smoothly; on that night, during the operation with Bi Fang, he deliberately hadn’t dried himself off, leaving footprints to attract the attention of the police, but Bi Fang hadn’t noticed at the time.

Indeed, the police had taken note of it, even identifying Mugalen as a suspect the very next day, but due to his status, they had to go through proper procedures before arresting him today.

But who could have anticipated that there would be someone on that other new boat at the time?

The new boat with the strong smell of fresh paint, even now Mugalen remembered it vividly.

He too was feeling freezing cold.

All his efforts were in vain, even a terrible misstep.

If everything had gone according to plan, he should have been the one to draw the police’s attention, granting Bi Fang a longer period of safety.

When Mugalen was "forced" to the police station and saw the clues and evidence Matsumoto Kiyotaka presented to incriminate him, he knew that if it wasn’t for him, Bi Fang’s discovery was imminent.

Mugalen’s decision and actions were also correct, but who could have foreseen... who could have foreseen.

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It was all over, completely over.

If the other party mentioned there were two people that night, all his efforts would be completely wasted.

Mugalen banged his head against the table.

Next door, Matsumoto Kiyotaka was startled by the noise, hurriedly checking what happened, and only after finding everything was alright did he calm down.

The man was a professional ex-special forces Deer Hunter who had even hunted Black Bear, a true beast at heart, not easily restrained even with chains, always a source of unease.

Seeing Mugalen’s behavior, Matsumoto felt a sense of triumph inside.

Indeed, his assumption was right.

All of this was done by Mugalen!

But this raised another problem.

Where on earth did Bosen come from?

As he pondered this, Mugalen in front of Matsumoto Kiyotaka suddenly lunged forward, glaring at Matsumoto fiercely, scaring him into retreating three steps.

Matsumoto barked, "What do you think you’re doing? Attacking? What are you all standing around for? Hold him down!"

The police officers on either side quickly moved to restrain Mugalen, only to find that the man in front of them was not humanly strong, built like a bull calf, impossible to hold down.

It took the third and fourth person joining in to push him back into the interrogation chair and handcuff him.

Mugalen breathed heavily, glaring at Matsumoto, yet he said nothing.

The more one speaks, the more mistakes one makes; one lie had to be covered up with yet more lies.

Therefore, Mugalen never actively admitted to anything he had done, and even now, Matsumoto Kiyotaka still believed that Mugalen’s behavior threatened Asuka not to reveal his visit to Dolphin Bay; it wasn’t about concealing the fact that there were actually two participants involved.

He only hoped that the young witness Matsumoto mentioned could understand right from wrong.

However, in Japan, it was astonishing that children had to learn to discern right from wrong better than adults.

What a strange phenomenon.

Asuka next door heard the loud noise and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

He wanted to speak, but he dared not.

If he admitted that he had seen two people go to Dolphin Bay that night, why hadn’t he called the police then? Why wait until now to talk?

What to do, what to do, what to do!

Somebody save me.

Asuka was a mess of anxiety at this moment, his mind went blank, and his vision darkened and swam before his eyes.

If he had known it would come to this, he should not have concealed the truth.

Why not call the police, why not call the police, getting the money would have been fine, let others seek the limelight!

Asuka, oh Asuka, do you think you’re an osprey?

You’re just an ordinary seagull, why try to be the standout?

In fact, Asuka could have simply lied and said he thought those two people were crew members who had forgotten something, but now his mind had entered a dead end, only obsessively fantasizing what would happen if he came clean.

Matsumoto Kiyotaka thought the child was just scared and even began to comfort Asuka.

"I... I..." Asuka faltered.

Matsumoto Kiyotaka pressed impatiently, "You what? Speak up!"

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Seeing the young man in front of him faltering, Matsumoto Kiyotaka was so anxious he felt like slapping someone.

Knowing that there had been others on the boat that night, he had rushed to have Asuka brought over, yet half an hour had passed and not a single word had been spoken.

Asuka’s lips trembled slightly, his heart beating faster and faster, and he could distinctly feel his face swelling with the rush of blood to his forehead, every capillary expanding with the flow, his face surely beet-red and frightening in appearance.

Perhaps Asuka a few days ago, with a smidgeon of conscience left in his heart, had chosen to be an ostrich, but now what influenced his decision was no longer that bit of pity but worry and fear.

He didn’t want to offend the big man not far from him, nor did he dare to face the consequences of his failure to report.

Wave after wave of dizziness hit his brain.

Unable to help himself, Matsumoto Kiyotaka shook Asuka, "Hey, speak, speak! Did you see him that night or not, did you!"

"I... I..."

The red Dolphin Bay appeared before Asuka, changing from red to brown, from brown to dark red. Asuka closed his eyes tightly and, overcome with tension, fainted.

Matsumoto Kiyotaka gently shook Asuka, his expression stunned, and in shock, he pulled his hands back and raised them high, looking around, "You all see it clearly, I didn’t touch him, he fainted on his own! It has nothing to do with me."

His subordinates quickly nodded.

Mmm-hmm, you’re the director, what you say goes.

You didn’t shake him, we all didn’t see it.

Matsumoto Kiyotaka, looking at his subordinates’ gazes, knew they were of no use, felt out of luck, and wondered how poor the psyche of recent Japanese graduates was.

Or was it because he looked very intimidating?

"Take Mr. Asuka down, he might have heatstroke, why hasn’t this damn air conditioner been fixed yet?"

Matsumoto Kiyotaka, with a grim look on his face, re-entered the interrogation room, and Mugalen, who had been extremely tense until then, immediately relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief as his entire body slackened.

If the other party really had something to ask, his expression certainly wouldn’t be like this.

Mugalen rested his head on the table, gasping for breath, his pores opening up and releasing a torrent of sweat.

Nobody knew how tense he had been in those few minutes.