After half a month, the FBI interrogation room was once again filled with an Inuo.
"Name."
"Inuo."
"...What?"
It took Inuo a few moments to react, but he quickly gave his real name, which he had temporarily lost, "James."
He only glanced at his interrogators at first, then kept his head down, avoiding the harsh incandescent light and the serious scrutinizing gaze of his interrogators.
This time, Jodie was among the interrogators, but she wasn't the lead interrogator, she was taking statements.
She took down the brief change of heart, and swept her eyes over the side one-way video wall as if she hadn't noticed, assuming that Akai Shūichi would be outside by now.
The lead interrogator was Jodie's superior.
He looked sternly at Roadblock Inuo, and instead of speaking at first, he pressured him with silence.
Inuo doesn't react, but sits with his head bowed in fear, neither displeased with the handcuffs nor made more fearful by the silence.
...The offender looked as if he had already experienced the excesses of fear in others and was now immune to low-level psychological intimidation.
Judging from her supervisor, he and Jodie exchanged a glance, intending to confirm the identity first, "Well, Mr. James, you and the FBI go way back, and it wasn't that long ago that you were like this, if I recall correctly."
Without hiding his skepticism, he inquired, "What was the greeting you asked Mr. Survivor to relay to us the last time we met?"
"
"**."
All of them were automatically muffled and blocked.
The supervisor' cheeks twitched a few times, "...These are not insults."
"Never mind, and the FBI received a part of the words basically consistent," he gazed at the injuries on the face of the roadblock Inuo, slowly said, "in theory, it is not easy to catch you, we should first confirm the review of the case you have committed before,"
"But there is no need to rush, you answer some questions properly, those cases can still be discussed."
Jodie's pen paused.
She glanced at her supervisor and realized the obvious: as long as Inuo answered the next questions properly, the cases could be eliminated at her discretion, and the sentences would be reduced.
The supervisor looked back and signaled with his eyes, "It's okay, just take it down."
Anyway, there is still a buffer between taking a statement and submitting it, so the language can be modified appropriately.
Hearing that, Inuo didn't have much of a reaction, he nodded, "Go ahead, I'll say anything."
"I," he hesitated, snapping his fingers, the handcuffs making a harsh clang against the table, "Since I'm already here, I'll definitely talk."
"That's an order."
Not a direct order, but a silent one.
The supervisor quickly read what Interceptor Inuo was trying to say: Normally, Interceptor Inuo wouldn't have been arrested by the FBI, and the way he was arrested was really...
The way he was arrested was a bit of a rabbit in a tree stump.
He ran into an FBI investigator on his own initiative, and was ordered to bring coffee to the FBI by another person.
He didn't put up much of a fight when he was subdued, and only subconsciously struggled a few times when the coffee was dropped on the snow, but soon stopped resisting by muttering 'FBI'.
No matter how you look at it, Inuo is a person who has been given up, given up by his master and handed over to the FBI.
Since the other party didn't kill him directly, everything Inuo said in the interrogation room was information that the other party could accept or wanted the FBI to obtain.
The supervisor asked: "So, let's introduce him to us first."
"Start with your first meeting."
Inuo met Ichijō Mirai on a sunny afternoon.
There was a somewhat old car on the highway, and in the passenger seat sat a young man with white hair who seemed very good-natured.
He caught sight of Inuo, who was pretending to break down, and smilingly told the driver to stop and get out of the car, saying that he had a friend who was good at fixing cars, and that he knew how to do it himself, so he might be able to fix it.
Very enthusiastic.
What's more, the white-haired young man didn't just say nice things, but actually got right down to work on the car, fixing it with great interest, not even caring about the black oil that had gotten on his body.
Inuo can only follow the meaning of repair, they are repairing, chatting, during which he had a subtle thought: the driver does not get off?
The old car was parked next to the driver, but he did not get out.
As if sensing Inuo's doubt, the good-tempered white-haired young man took the initiative to explain that the driver had been working in his studio for a long time and hadn't interacted with humans for some time, so he was a bit shy.
He also said that the car they were driving was actually bought by the driver many years ago, and had not been driven for several years after the incident, so it looked a bit old and gray, and they were about to go to repair the car.
He laughed again and looked like he knew what he was doing as he blurted out some nonsense about how there was a shortcut nearby and how he could get to the repair store in half an hour by driving, and kindly asked Inuo if he wanted to pull the car out of the way so they could help him out.
Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, the outdated car sped off.
The driver, with a scowl on his face, pressed the gas pedal, sprinted on the white-haired young man's bullshit.
And crashed head-on into the river.
Witnessing the car's sudden advance, he heard the loud roar of the Interceptor Inuo from afar: "..."
He didn't react.
The white-haired young man didn't seem to react either, but he smiled and apologized, saying that he had made a mistake, but that it was time to change cars, and that he was grateful.
The white-haired young man then continued to sit in the passenger seat.
The driver was replaced by Inuo.
Jodie: "..."
Jodie's supervisor: "..."
He was shocked by the calm and weak tone of Inuo's voice, as if he was saying 'I don't have enough money, why don't you sell me a car for a hundred dollars', and by what he was repeating.
"Which means," he stroked, drawing out the threads of truth, "that when you first met him, he was with a criminal."
"He was not satisfied."
"So he had the criminal crash the car and replaced the driver with you...?"
Something else came to mind, "Wait, was it thirteen days ago?!"
Jodie also remembered, and her face changed slightly, "The criminal who killed a family and absconded until thirteen days ago when he was found in a car accident?"
"Is it?"
Inuo nods calmly and numbly, explaining, "He's a bit of a prick."
He also explains, "The master happened to have misremembered him, so he took the opportunity to run away, and it's only right that he got into a car accident."
This explanation, even the roadblock Inuo do not believe, but he finished nodding seriously, "Well, it's all because of that guy's bad luck."
"I also had bad luck a few times, but I didn't die."
"Thanks to the master saving me."
"Once, I tripped over my left foot and fell down in the middle of the road, I was almost hit by a car, but my master saved me."
"Once, I found a stronghold, but I didn't have time to notify my master, fortunately he cared about me and found me without notifying me, and just found me who accidentally fell and hit the corner of the table, and helped me to get stitches."
"-And to show that it didn't hurt, he gave me a stitch."
"It really didn't hurt."
"...It really didn't hurt, it was quick, it healed in no time."
"I always fall, my leg is not good, there may be something wrong with it, but I'm a criminal, there's no way to go to the hospital, it's my master who helped me, he searched for a cure and let me choose."
"I chose it myself."
"Master is very kind."