KOCM

141-145

"Say it now and you might have a chance to reduce your sentence."

"You took his medicine, right?"

When the last question was thrown to him, Luo Yu Sen rose from his stupor. Shaking his head vehemently, he said, "No, no, no, I didn't take his medicine! I never did that! He died just like that, it wasn't me! It had nothing to do with me!"

The policemen in the interrogation room looked at each other, then nodded.

Zayev, in another interrogation room, wasn't any better. At first, he insisted, "I'm waiting for my lawyer. I'm not saying anything until my lawyer arrives."

The pathetic Zayev didn't realize that under Dorenza's influence, his lawyer had long since resigned from his position as Zayev's personal lawyer in a cold sweat. He didn't dare to meddle in the case, even at the risk of paying the penalty for breaching the contract.

At first, the officer ignored Zayev, but finally said, "I'm sorry, no lawyer sent us a notice." After that, the officer proceeded to interrogate Zayev according to the method they used against Luo Yu Sen.

Zayev was more than two decades older than Luo Yu Sen, so he didn't have the same kind of energy. Zayev's legs had already turned soft by the time he first entered the interrogation room.

After being interrogated for more than 10 hours, Zayev finally collapsed and told them everything he knew. And in his testimony, he pushed all the blame onto Luo Yu Sen. It was only after the officer questioned him about the bribes he took that he realized that his career was completely over.

They should be thankful that Austria was a benevolent country. There was no death sentence, the worst punishment was life imprisonment. They would be locked up for the rest of their lives.

When Luo Yu Sen walked out of the interrogation room with sweat dripping down his back, he felt lucky that he changed his nationality to an Austrian. If he hadn't, he would face a death penalty.

But, Luo Yu Sen....

Sometimes, living is far more tortuous than dying!

When Qi Mu cleared up the dishes and began to wash them, the man who'd been eating like a freeloader finally found his conscience and rose to help.

Looking at the long, slender fingers gently rubbing oil stains on the dishes, Qi Mu felt funny. Leaning against the cupboard, he said, "So from now on, I will cook and you will do the dishes?"

Min Chen scrubbed some particularly sticky grains of rice and nodded. "I'm very good at washing dishes."

His tone was faintly proud, as if wanting some praise from the young man.

But, Qi Mu didn't know how to praise. He started helping his adoptive parents with household chores when he was around six in his past life, and even then, he did more than this.

Qi Mu directly ignored the "Praise me" messages the man was giving off and began to tidy the room. As he was straightening up the room, Min Chen rinsed the last bowl with water and rested it on the disinfection rack.

The apartment was equipped with a dishwasher, but... Min Chen felt a little empty doing nothing.

When Min Chen left the kitchen in search of Qi Mu, he found the young man wiping the piano in the piano room.

The piano was actually very clean. Bright moonlight shone from the window, casting a metallic lustre on the piano board.

Seeing the man entering the room, Qi Mu wiped the center of the board and said, "Actually, I was planning to rest tonight and clean the room tomorrow, because you were supposed to come back tomorrow night. I didn't expect you to return early."