CHAPTER 707: CHAPTER 442: A CORNER OF THE TRUTH

The lawyer said, "Mr. Kujo has the right to remain silent and have a lawyer answer on his behalf."

Minamoto Tamako was taken aback. She turned to look at Fushimi Roku, who shrugged, indicating he couldn’t help.

Well, now she understood why they wanted to kick the lawyer out.

"Alright then, is there anyone who can verify you were resting at home at that time?" Minamoto Tamako pressed further.

The lawyer dodged, saying, "Mr. Kujo’s daily schedule is very regular. Everyone who knows him is aware that eleven o’clock every night is his private time..."

Minamoto Tamako couldn’t help interrupting, "I’m just asking if there’s anyone who can confirm that he was indeed at home that night."

The lawyer deflected again, at times saying based on his routine, Kujo Hikari was surely at home, at other times saying the police should provide evidence proving Kujo Hikari’s guilt, not the other way around.

Listening to this made Minamoto Tamako’s head spin, and she increasingly regretted letting the lawyer participate in the interrogation.

She couldn’t continue the questioning and stepped down from her main seat, tugging on Fushimi’s sleeve, intending to unleash Roku.

Fushimi Roku had anticipated things would come to this. He whispered teasingly, "What did I say?"

"Alright, alright, you were right... Get on with it! If you don’t hurry, Kujo Hikari will run away!" Minamoto Tamako urged, pushing him.

Fushimi Roku reluctantly sat in the main seat. He first exchanged a glance with the lawyer, who maintained a smile, then turned his gaze to Kujo Hikari, who was still eating. It was unclear whether that bento was good or not.

"Ahem," Fushimi Roku entwined his fingers and said, "I’ll get straight to the point, no beating around the bush with you two."

The lawyer immediately chimed in, like the sidekick in a stand-up comedy act, "We have no intention of interfering with or delaying the investigation, let alone any actual actions. In fact, we’ve always cooperated with your investigation of the truth..."

"Hmm, hmm, that’s what I think too," Fushimi Roku nodded.

The lawyer was momentarily stunned before responding, "Yes, if you can understand, that would be for the best..."

"But speaking of which," Fushimi Roku craned his neck to look at Kujo Hikari, "some rumors outside have caught our attention lately."

"The police shouldn’t rely on rumors for their investigations..."

Before the lawyer could finish, Fushimi Roku interrupted with a sarcastic tone, "I heard Mr. Kujo is quite incompetent, having messed up all the companies his father entrusted to him."

The lawyer felt it was inexplicable, "What does this have to do with the murder case?"

"Just chit-chatting, besides, it’s not something I said; everyone says it, thinking Mr. Kujo is a parasite of the family, an uneducated and incompetent person," Fushimi Roku sarcastically remarked.

The lawyer found it even more baffling. Even though he could let Fushimi Roku ramble on until the detention period expired, he was, after all, a paid lawyer and couldn’t just stand by as the police humiliated his client:

"I must remind you not to humiliate my client personally..."

Fushimi Roku waved his hand dismissively and casually interrupted, "Just relaying! Is relaying considered personal humiliation?"

Suddenly, Kujo Hikari spoke up, "Who said that?"

The lawyer turned around, only then realizing that his client’s emotions were off.

He saw Kujo Hikari gripping his chopsticks with his right hand, his neck flushed red, veins faintly visible on his forehead, and his mouth pressed tightly, almost into a thin line.

This isn’t right!

Just as the lawyer was about to stabilize his client’s mindset, he heard Fushimi Roku say again, "I’m a police officer. How could I not respect the privacy of witnesses? Of course, I can’t tell you! But I can tell you some other things..."

"Don’t listen to his nonsense, Mr. Kujo!" the lawyer hurriedly interrupted.

"Hey, how can you, as a lawyer, stop a suspect from having normal communication with the police?" Fushimi Roku pointed a finger at the lawyer’s nose and said, "Naughty, be careful or your lawyer’s license might be revoked."

The lawyer was taken aback again, realizing that this guy and that female officer were not on the same level.

"I’ve also heard that Mr. Kujo is often led around by women. Though he seems assertive on the surface, gallivanting around, he’s actually often groveling before women in private..."

"Someone even saw Mr. Kujo bowing and apologizing to his lover in person! They said the scene was quite embarrassing, and Mr. Kujo almost knelt for the other person..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, as a man, how can you be toyed with by women like that?"

"Mr. Kujo, you’re the eldest son of the Kujo family. How is it that you’re sitting inside an interrogation room now? The Family Head of the Kujo family must be so disappointed in you..."

Whether it was one of Fushimi Roku’s words that touched a nerve with Kujo Hikari, or perhaps everything he said hit all of Kujo Hikari’s sore spots, he finally couldn’t bear it anymore and burst out.

"Shut up!!"

Kujo Hikari suddenly swung his arm, sweeping the bento onto the ground.

"Oh, what’s the matter?" Fushimi Roku said in a coaxing tone, "Angry? It’s just chit-chat, isn’t it..."

"You scoundrel! Who allowed you to speak to me that way?!" Kujo Hikari stood up abruptly.

"I’ve always spoken this way, is there a problem with that?" Fushimi Roku leaned in, putting his face closer, "What? You want to hit me?"

Kujo Hikari clenched his fist, prompting the lawyer to hurriedly grab his arm, "Calm down, you can’t hit anyone! Absolutely can’t hit anyone!"

"Tsk tsk, no guts," Fushimi Roku shook his head, giving the lawyer no ammunition, "I was talking about myself, with no intention towards Mr. Kujo whatsoever."

"You’re provoking!" the lawyer said loudly.

"I can show you the questioning record—where’s the provocation in any sentence?" Fushimi Roku countered, "Instead, Mr. Kujo, why are you like a child, getting angry at the drop of a hat?"