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Asagaya 3-chome, Suginami Ward.
Putting away his phone, Qingze twisted the throttle and rode his motorcycle back to Dongye Apartment.
After parking his car, he quickly went upstairs and returned to room 302.
He let Big Yellow out of the bedroom, patted its head reassuringly, then turned and went back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Qingze tossed his phone onto the bed, and with a thought, activated the Shadow Binding Curse.
Beneath their feet, a dark purple pentagram magic circle silently appeared and rotated within the figure.
Immediately afterwards, a large amount of pitch-black shadow, like viscous liquid, gushed out from the magic circle, instantly enveloping his entire body, and then suddenly sank downwards, completely merging into the shadow of the floor along with his body.
He began leaping through the shadows, his target Okubo Station.
……
Leaving the shadows of the tram at Asagaya Station, Aozawa continued to stealthily move through the endless shadows, eventually arriving at his destination.
Hamura family.
This is an elegantly designed two-story house in light beige, with nearly half of its exterior walls covered by lush ivy, giving it a rustic and tranquil feel.
The courtyard is meticulously maintained, planted with auspicious Podocarpus macrophyllus, and decorated with several pots of blooming flowers in the corners, perfectly meeting the standards of a pleasant landscape.
Qingze easily slipped into the mansion, like an invisible ghost, quickly moving and leaping through the shadows of all the rooms on the first and second floors, confirming that there were no surveillance cameras installed inside.
Finally, he returned to the Japanese-style room located on the north side.
This is a traditional chess room.
The room was covered with clean tatami mats, and in the center was a low table with an unfinished game of shogi on it.
To the left of the table, a middle-aged man in his early forties was kneeling.
He was wearing a dark purple kimono, had a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes, and looked quite dignified and upright.
However, above his head was a bright, scarlet tag.
[Kobold]
According to Qingze's experience, every human with a red name tag has done bad things without exception.
Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated.
His figure rose silently from the shadow cast by Yuya Hamura on the tatami mat, as if emerging from the water.
Yuya Hamura was engrossed in the Go board, reviewing the reasons for his defeat, completely unaware that an uninvited guest had appeared in the room.
Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck as a cold, hard object pressed against him, and at the same time, a deep warning voice came from behind him: "Don't move."
Yuya Hamura stiffened and subconsciously looked down.
A blade exuding an ominous aura was held across his neck.
The blade was an eerie blood red, while the rest of the blade was a deep, dark black.
"If you're after money, the combination to the safe in the study upstairs is..."
"I didn't come here for the money."
Qingze coldly interrupted him, "You know very well what you've done."
"You're the one who had Honda Kazuto's grandson run over and sent to the hospital, aren't you?"
Yuya Hamura's pupils suddenly contracted, but his expression remained calm, even revealing a perfectly appropriate hint of confusion: "I don't know what you're talking about."
Has something happened to Mr. Honda's grandson?
His tone and expression were so perfect that they could fool most people.
However, under Qingze's heightened perception, the other party's rapidly accelerating heartbeat and the slight contraction of pores due to tension were all clearly visible.
Qingze was certain that he was lying.
The fact that Honda's grandson was involved in the car accident is because he was behind it all.
"If you deny even this, then you will certainly not admit to plotting to kill Shinonome's wife, daughter, and parents twenty years ago in order to seize the title of celebrity."
Boom!
These words struck Yuya Hamura like a thunderbolt.
Twenty years!
He thought that bloody past had long been buried by the dust of time and would never be mentioned again.
Even the police have given up the investigation.
Who exactly is this person behind all this?! How could he know so much?!
Countless horrified thoughts churned in his mind.
However, thanks to his strong mental fortitude, he maintained a blank tone: "I don't understand what you're saying at all."
"The mouth can lie, but the body's reaction cannot."
Qingze's voice suddenly turned icy, like the Siberian wind, "Twenty years ago, even if the police were incompetent, they must have investigated you."
Tell me, who assisted you in committing the crime?
"I already said, I don't know what nonsense you're talking about!"
Yuya Hamura suddenly raised his voice in rebuttal. In his agitation, he even disregarded the sharp blade at his neck and forcibly turned his head, wanting to see the true face of the person behind him.
Behind him stood a tall man with a fox mask covering his face, revealing only a pair of emotionless eyes.
"You're a fox?!"
"It seems you won't open your mouth unless I teach you a lesson."
Qingze sheathed his sword and stepped forward.
Yuya Hamura's alarm bells rang in his mind. He tried to get up and run away, but was horrified to find that his body was completely unresponsive, as if he were firmly fixed to the tatami mat by invisible nails, unable to move even a finger.
His shadow, cast on the tatami mat, became unusually deep in color, as if it had come to life and weight.
The ability of Shadow Binding not only allows the caster to leap in the shadows, but also to bind the caster's movements by manipulating the shadows of others.
Aozawa crouched down, and with his right hand, which was wearing a black glove, he casually grasped Yuya Hamura's right little finger.
Then, without any mercy, he snapped it sharply towards the back of his hand.
Click!
The crisp sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the quiet Japanese-style room.
The little finger rests limply on the back of the hand at an angle that defies physiological structure.
A piercing pain instantly swept through Yuya Hamura's entire body.
"Well--!"
He wanted to scream, but only muffled whimpers came out of his throat.
His mouth seemed to be sealed by an invisible force, and he couldn't open it at all.
This is a "thoughtful" measure taken by Qingze to avoid disturbing the neighbors.
Yuya Hamura's forehead instantly broke out in a thick layer of cold sweat, his eyes filled with disbelief, pain, and fear.
He couldn't understand why he couldn't move, or even open his mouth.
"If you want to confess, blink your eyes frantically. If you don't, we'll take it slow."
Qingze's tone was eerily calm, as if he were discussing the weather, "The ten fingers are connected to the heart, and this is only the first one."
After saying that, he reached out again and grabbed Yuya Hamura's right index finger.
Click!
Another sickening crack of bone breaking.
Yuya Hamura's body trembled violently from the intense pain, and his mental defenses collapsed at that moment.
Without further hesitation, he began blinking frantically.
Chapter 77 Chasing the murderer
Torture is a barbaric interrogation method, but if the right person is arrested, the case can be solved much faster than searching for evidence.
Most people in this world cannot bear the pain of physical torture, even those who consider themselves elites and have strong mental fortitude.
Yuya Hamura is a typical example.
If Qingze were to engage in psychological warfare or verbal battles with him, it would be extremely difficult to extract even a single truth from him.
Once he resorted to this most primitive method, his defenses collapsed rapidly.
His eyes blinked frantically, conveying a signal of submission.
Qingze loosened his control over him, allowing his mouth to move, "Tell me, who handled your case?"
If you dare lie, I'll pull out your fingernails.
As he spoke, he had already pinched Yuya Hamura's middle fingernail.
Yuya Hamura shuddered and hurriedly hissed, "He's my childhood friend from the same village, Jiro Konishi."
He operated in the Tokyo underworld, employing three thugs who did these dirty, shady jobs.
"His current address?"
"I don't know..."
As soon as Yuya Hamura finished speaking, Aozawa suddenly tightened his grip on Yuya's middle fingernail and flicked it upwards.
"Tear!"
With a tooth-grinding, slight tearing sound, the entire middle nail plate was forcibly peeled off the fingertip, revealing the bright red nail bed underneath.
This kind of pain is far more excruciating than simply breaking a finger.
"Well--!!"
Yuya Hamura's screams were choked in his throat, turning into muffled, painful sobs.