"Really?" Minamoto Tamako suspected he was trying to slack off.
"Of course, it's true. He hates you so much that he'd want to bite you to death. How could he cooperate with you?" Fushimi Roku pressed further, "Can you guarantee he'll get a reduced sentence?"
"Well, sentencing is up to the judge, how can I guarantee that..." Minamoto Tamako said.
"Then what's there to talk about? If I were Kujo Hikari, I'd spit in your face." Fushimi Roku slid down, letting the hot water cover his neck.
Hmm, comfortable.
Minamoto Tamako recalled Kujo Hikari's menacing grimace, and her desire to interrogate dimmed.
But she still wanted to figure out Kujo Hikari's motive for murder, and also why Fushimi Roku said, 'It was Kujo Mutsumi who had his son commit murder.'
As a detective, the pursuit of truth never stops!
Fushimi Roku soaked for nearly twenty minutes, his skin turned as red as a boiled shrimp. When he got out of the tub, his limbs felt a bit weak.
