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Meanwhile, inside the Police Headquarters Building, Fushimi Roku turned over the hourglass once more and said to Fuyuyama Kentaro, "You have five minutes to defend yourself."
Fuyuyama Kentaro's mind was blank.
His gaze focused on the window bars, where a rope hung, and beneath it, Suzuki Matsu's body was suspended.
"I... I..."
Fuyuyama Kentaro's lips trembled, his legs weakened, and with a thud, he knelt on the ground: "I... I never killed anyone... I didn't... I just... I just wanted to make some money..."
As he spoke, his words became fluent, instinctively pleading for mercy, kowtowing in submission: "I'll never gamble again! Never again! Please spare me!"
"Mm-hmm, and what else?" Fushimi Roku bent down to ask.
Fuyuyama Kentaro was taken aback, suddenly stuck.
What else is there? What else did I do wrong?
Think fast—think fast!!
