Huh? Isn't This A Galgame? Chapter 380

Wen Nan sat up a bit, using one end of the electric baton as a microphone, and spoke clearly, "Accepted."

The electricity flickered at the top of the baton, capturing Wen Nan’s voice and completing identity verification.

Yu Shujun glanced at the system prompt and solemnly announced, "The interrogation officially begins now."

He took two steps forward and stopped just short of Wen Nan’s toes. "Please recount your completion process from the previous instance in as much detail as possible."

Wen Nan felt puzzled, "Weren’t you following along from start to finish in that instance? You should be clearer on the process than I am, shouldn’t you?"

Yu Shujun looked coldly at Wen Nan without speaking, while the electric baton in his hand emitted a menacing "zzzt" sound.

Wen Nan glanced at the electric current, which leaped towards his face like a tongue of flame, and shrugged helplessly, "Alright then."

Reluctantly, he narrated the completion process, embellishing it with some artistic elaboration.

Yu Shujun listened intently throughout, furrowing his brows, without uttering a single inquiry, resembling more a human tape recorder than an investigator.

Until Wen Nan reached the final mainline task, returning to the couple’s hotel suite conjured up by Guan Ailin, and extracting information about the Queen’s stamp from Wu Qing.

"Wait," Yu Shujun finally spoke, "How exactly did you extract the information? Describe it in detail."

Wen Nan raised his head, showing a bit of struggle on his face, and his speech began to falter, "Uh... this part involves my personal privacy, and I believe I have the right to refuse to answer."

This ambiguous attitude hardened Yu Shujun’s expression, "This is an instance accident investigation; all content potentially involving malicious manipulation of faction identity must be answered. As a suspect, you have no right to refuse, Mr. Ye Jiu."

Wen Nan’s lips curled into a mocking smile, "Not calling me master anymore?"

Yu Shujun’s eyebrows slightly knitted, and then the electric baton in his hand transmitted a warning sound—

[Detecting provocative behavior from the interrogation target, increasing the intensity of interrogation as a punishment.]

With the warning sound concluded, the "new bracelets" on Wen Nan’s wrists split into two pairs, one pair clamped onto his ankles.

All his limbs were restrained, pulling him backward against the sofa. Wen Nan was forced to position himself with both hands embracing the sofa backrest and legs apart towards the sides of the seat, forming a "大" shape.

Yu Shujun stood in front of him, watching the scene with a somewhat strange expression.

Despite being tightly restrained, Wen Nan didn’t soften his mouth, still arguing logically, "What happened in that room that night has nothing to do with the issues the instance system is investigating. I don’t believe I need to answer."

As his voice fell, the electric baton in Yu Shujun’s hand vibrated twice, and under the system’s control, it automatically stretched forward, reaching toward the person’s chest on the sofa.

Yu Shujun’s wrist trembled, adjusting the direction halfway and moving it upwards.

The end of the baton pressed against Wen Nan’s chin, forcing him to lift his head and meet Yu Shujun’s gaze.

The two of them maintained this somewhat strange posture in a stalemate for a while, Yu Shujun’s gaze drifting downward, only to find that the shape of the person in front, at some point, changed from "大" to "木".

Yu Shujun took a deep breath, contemplating whether the person opposite recalled the scene in the bathroom, which is why it ended up ?

Is just recalling enough for such a strong reaction?

This filled Yu Shujun with anger as he clutched the electric baton, emitting warning currents, "Whether it matters, I will judge for myself. As a suspect, you only need to delineate the facts without attempting to defend yourself."

Wen Nan’s eyes slightly squinted, showing an obscure expression.

Yu Shujun couldn’t comprehend what that expression meant, momentarily worried if his interrogation methods went a bit overboard, feeling troubled, just to see a subtle smile on the other side’s lips.

Then, the person opposite spoke:

"What, using public office for private gain, Investigator?"

Yu Shujun’s arm holding the electric baton stiffened momentarily.

Tight-lipped, he looked coldly at the person being interrogated, yet his cheeks uncontrollably blushed.

Yu Shujun couldn’t figure out why the person across, clearly the one being interrogated, could so confidently ask such a question?

Noticing Yu Shujun’s expression, Wen Nan couldn’t suppress a raising tilt on his lips, continuing to ask:

"If the investigator insists on extracting a confession through force, I could delineate every detail of that night."

Yu Shujun finally conceded, "No need."

This process left Yu Shujun wondering if it was the person sitting on the sofa being tested or Yu Shujun himself.

Lowering his eyes, his gaze inadvertently landed on the "木" shape, sending a jolt through Yu Shujun, prompting him to retract his gaze hurriedly. He mentally instructed the system, "Release the restraints on the interrogation target’s hands and feet."

The system promptly responded: [Detecting continued provocative behavior from the interrogation suspect towards the investigator is not advised to remove the target’s restraints.]

Yu Shujun’s expression darkened slightly—that was not provocation; it was clearly teasing.

But these words, Yu Shujun could not explain to the instance system, so he had to command again, "I invoke the highest authority as an investigator to release the target’s handcuffs and foot shackles."

Moments later, Wen Nan’s arms and legs were freed.

Bringing his hands to the front, Wen Nan rubbed his wrists, marked red from the restraints, and looked up to ask Yu Shujun, "Is it over already?"