How I was forced to be the villain

Kyonoyan never imagined that he would be arrested on suspicion of kidnapping a high-ranking government official.

"Come with us."

The military and police came directly to the door, leaving no room for him to discuss in private.

In broad daylight, open resistance may directly put oneself on the wanted list, and some things will become troublesome once they are put on the table.

The problem is, he was really wronged!

He stretched out his hand and asked the military police to handcuff him.

Looking at the man in handcuffs with a calm face, the old police chief scratched his head irritably, pinched off the cigarette butt in his hand, and walked over: "I know you don't take it seriously, but the higher-ups are determined to punish you this time. I'm afraid it won't make you feel better."

This is an obvious act of ventilation. Although the front-line military and police do not deal with local snakes, they have more or less private contacts.

The upper mind doesn't know what to think, but the old sheriff is much clearer than those big shots, and this person will come out unscathed in the end.

Jing Yeyan smiled at the old sheriff, "Thank you."

Thanks to him, the old sheriff was relieved.

He has already clearly indicated the team he is standing in, and after the fact, he can save these innocent boys under his command.

Jing Yeyan got into the police car under the watchful eyes of everyone at the port.

The police car was very dull. The prisoner was supposed to sit in the middle of the back seat, with a military police sitting on each side, in order to prevent the prisoner from escaping.

But this time the prisoner who was arrested was too powerful. Although he consciously sat in the middle, the two military police stood outside the car door for a long time, looking at the calm man sitting in the back seat, they dared not sit in.

In the end, the old sheriff patted them and told them to go to another car, and then ran away in relief.

The little policeman sitting in the co-pilot couldn't help looking at the person sitting behind from the rearview mirror. As a result, the man with lowered eyebrows suddenly raised his eyelids, and he met the man's gaze through the mirror at once. Ji Ling hurriedly lowered his head, his eyes, nose, nose and heart were as honest as a quail.

Until the car stopped and the man got out of the car, he didn't even look at the man again.

It feels like... just one more look, and I will be completely seen through.

......

Maybe he wanted to show him off, but no one came to the interrogation room after Jing Yeyan was brought to the interrogation room.

But there is nothing unbearable. Compared with the interrogation room in the port mafia, it is bright and tidy, there will be no strange smell, and there will be no strange rust-colored traces, and there will be water delivered by someone. It can't be more comfortable up.

So an hour later, when the person in charge of the interrogation came in, what he saw was a very wealthy young man with a relaxed expression on his face.

He has a deep understanding of this city, and the more he understands, the more he can't help complaining about the bad ideas of the people sent from above. It's simply impossible to influence this person with such a simple psychological tactic.

He cleared his throat, nodded politely to the prisoner being interrogated, and opened the notebook, "Then, I will interrogate you now."

The politeness makes people wonder whether he is interrogating the prisoner or reporting to the boss.

"Have you seen that video?"

Kyono nods his head, "The one shown in the video is indeed me, but the ability to change people's appearance is not very unusual. The illusionists in Italy can transform into anyone."

"The person identified by the direct evidence is you. You have no evidence to prove that it is a supernatural person or an illusionist."

"You didn't even give me a chance to investigate this matter. I can't prove that it wasn't me. Similarly, you can't prove that it was me." Jing Yeyan shook the silver bracelet hanging on his wrist, "I didn't kidnap The reason of the congressman, if it were me, would definitely not leave traces, and would not give you a chance to catch me."

"I'm not interested in why you kidnapped the congressman. Maybe you can tell the judge when the court is held later. Now, I just want to know the whereabouts of the congressman, alive or dead." Before talking about the corpse, he paused for a while one time.

"Well, it seems that you must put the blame on me."

"If you are still alive, your crimes may be reduced a lot, and you will be released in a short time. With your ability, even in prison, you can control everything outside." He said sternly.The face that had always looked like a robot finally brought a little emotion of his own.

Jing Yeyan originally sat up straight, but when he heard him say this, his body suddenly leaned forward, his arms resting on the table, and he got a lot closer.

From a behavioral point of view, this is a sign of interest in the other party.

In fact, you don't need any analysis to see the other party's enthusiasm.

"The military and police are the justice of Yokohama," Kyono said. "Do you know they are wronging me, or do you want to join forces?"

He deliberately separated this person from the others, as if he was the cleanest one in the swamp sitting across from him.

This is too bad.

The interrogator was clearly aware that the other party was using psychological tactics, but every word he said was on his heart, and he couldn't ignore it at all.

"Your opposite is not dirty."

His words reminded Kyono Yan of a sinful city, a righteous man in the center of talent, who always chooses to put the other party in a mental hospital even in the face of heinous criminals.

Then he shook his head and joked casually: "It seems that your consciousness is not enough."

"Justice cannot be judged by one's own likes and dislikes. Today they framed me. Tomorrow, everyone will be the same victim, and everyone will be the perpetrator. Justice is tarnished, justice is trampled, the balance is tilted towards the party in power, suffering will always be the oppressed."

"It must be justice that stands on the opposite side of filth. There is no such reason in the world. Even if I am not a good person, it does not mean that my enemy is a good person. To deal with me and get into the mud, to put it bluntly, this is just a self-righteous sacrifice. In addition to touching you It has no effect other than to sully the axioms."

The interrogator's heart trembled, he clenched his fists, and suddenly realized that he was trembling.

The beating heart seemed to be signaling something.

The corner of Jingyeyan's mouth curled into a smile, "No matter what the outside world is interfering with you, you can consistently implement the principles of fairness, without any selfishness, and leave everything to the law and the truth. Maybe this is you. really want."

The room was so quiet that even the sound of breathing seemed noisy.

Those who stood aside and were in charge of monitoring also remained silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the interrogator stood up, looking at Jing Yeyan with cold eyes, "I never thought that a scum like you could say such a thing."

Jing Yeyan spread his hands, "There is only one 'scum' like me in the world."

"I will help you, but have you carried out your justice?"

He sounded a little annoyed.

After everyone left, Jing Yeyan sat up straight, put his hands on the table, and with a soft sound, the handcuffs fell on the table.

He stood up, and the door of this interrogation room was indeed unlocked, and he swaggered away from the door, hardly meeting anyone on the road, and the people he met occasionally would not be surprised by his appearance.

An hour and a half after being arrested at the police station, he walked out again openly.

As long as there are people who want to investigate the truth, the crime cannot really fall on him.

After all, according to the principle of innocence, as long as there are doubts, there is no way to convict. Even in this country, this principle is rarely implemented to the end, but it does exist.

This is the criterion of absolute justice.

Kyonoyan unfolded the note he had been clutching in his hand, and held it up to the sun.

It was given to him when the person who stood aside and was in charge of monitoring left just now.

"At ten o'clock in the evening, the warehouse in the suburbs... Ah, please come to the door."

Using this method of framing him knowing that it is impossible to really kill him looks like a joke or a prank.

From a certain point of view, taking this kind of thing as a prank also shows that the planner is unusual.

"However, it feels terrible to hide the news in such a place."

......

At night, a suburban warehouse.

The big iron door painted red was pushed open with a creak.

In the empty space, there is only a kerosene lamp on a round table in the middle.

Fyodor saw the man standing some distance away from them and stopped moving, and didn't care much about his guarded attitude, "Long time no see."

Gogol waved his hands happily, "It's the first time we meet, such a formal meeting makes me excited."

Seeing a familiar face did not surprise Kyono Yan at all.

There is even a kind of "ah, it really is so" as a matter of course.

If you want to say that the person who wants to make trouble on him the most, even the Twilight Cult will be shot back.

"What do you want?" Kyono said with a paralyzed face.

"Don't be so nervous, this time it's just to say hello," Fyodor said, "But since you're here, you have something to say, why don't you exchange information and exchange questions for questions, how about it?"

Jing Yeyan felt that this was the meaning of telling him that this was a trap, but he still agreed.

It would be better to know more information. In fact, until now, he didn't know what Fyodor's ultimate goal was.

"Okay, let me ask you a question—" Gogol walked around Jingyeyan twice, looking him up and down, as if seeing a different-dimensional species, "Where does the source of your strength come from?"

"You can't lie, you can't hide, you can't refuse," Fyodor added.

This can be said to cut off all scheming methods, and I can only tell the other party without reservation and straightforward

Kyono Yan really didn't think much about this question, power?which kind?godhead?Or Kamui?

There are too many options, but it is certain that the other party does not want to know everything, so it is not a violation of the principle of exchange not to mention irrelevant things.

Jing Yeyan pondered for a while, and vaguely felt that what the other party asked was "manifestation of handwriting".

"Probably from... a book?"

His power comes from the realization of the handbook, and the form of this prop is a gorgeous magic book.If you are looking deeper, it should come from the Star Alliance, but it's hard to say.

Unexpectedly, the other party was so straightforward, and both Gogol and Fyodor fell silent.

Although the man opposite is a cunning man, he looks really confused now.

An idea popped up from the bottom of my heart.

The holder of the "book" won't... don't know anything at all...

"Is this answer satisfactory?"

Gogol blinked, "So what's your question?"

"What do you want from me?"