Yarebin placed the cane on the sofa, holding the confession in both hands, and fell into thought.
Gao Yang dared not disturb him, sitting quietly beside Yarebin without moving, not making a sound.
After a while, Gao Yang realized something was wrong because Yarebin began to snore softly.
Gao Yang's eye twitched, and he helplessly lowered his head with a bitter smile.
Fortunately, it didn't take long, just a few minutes, before Yarebin jerked awake after his head dipped. He coughed lightly twice, picked up the confession again, glanced at it, and softly said, "If I remember correctly, Bernesta Street is quite close to here."
Gao Yang raised his head and softly said, "Ah, Bernesta Street? I don't know where it is."
Yarebin smacked his lips, shook his head slightly, and then softly said, "So, where was Gelyanov killed? Where's his home? You should know that, right?"
Gao Yang genuinely didn't know, so he immediately said, "I'll ask right away."
