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[Task assigned: Interrogation]

The Ministry of Justice's special police are having some trouble dealing with the Slaanesh Cult members identifying their leader, so they've come to you for help. They believe that your long-standing contact with chaotic forces might offer some solutions.

[To persuade four Slaanesh followers to identify their leader]

Each reward grants +40 merit points.

Logan pushed open the door and entered an interrogation room. Under the glaring incandescent light, a trembling black body was curled up in a chair.

The air conditioner vent on the side was blowing directly at him, and half of the black man's body was almost numb.

There was a cup of coffee on the table, with traces of liquid spilled next to it. Judging from the pungent smell, the coffee was likely mixed with cat feces.

Logan pulled his trench coat tighter, glanced at the low-hanging security camera in the corner, adjusted his sunglasses, and used his [Eye of Insight] to observe the black man's stats:

Quinn: A low-ranking member of the Slaanesh Cult

Loyalty: 10 (This is already very good)

[Kynonyms: 34 (Still not used to violence)]

[Nug: 12 (Full of enthusiasm for the cookie drawn by the teacher)]

[Sani: 19 (The leader often admonished him to learn to endure hardship)]

[Tzeentch: 15 (Who's smart enough to eat a pancake?)]

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Logan and Stephen sat together on the other side of the table. Logan was in charge of getting the black man to talk, and Stephen would selectively record the important things.

"Quinn, right? The lowest-ranking member of the Crippled Gang, the lookout for the Emerald Heist."

Logan had already reviewed the information on the four main culprits.

Quinn was thin and his lips were white from the cold; he looked like he could faint at any moment.

But his gaze remained firm.

"Who are you? I've told the police many times that this robbery has nothing to do with Boss Teren."

"Have you forgotten? I was the one who pinned you down at the alley entrance."

Logan took off his sunglasses, revealing his entire face.

"We all know the robbery has nothing to do with Terren, but that's not important."

Quinn remembered that face and turned his head away:

"I've heard from others that you're a dog of the Blood Gang, and I know your purpose—you just want to frame Boss Teren."

He turned his head, his teeth grinding together.

"Don't even think about asking me to betray the gang!"

Without anger or agitation, Logan simply and slowly brought up another topic:

"Do you know how much the Blood Gang boss paid me after I arrested you?"

Quinn did not answer; he neither knew nor cared about such a question.

"A 7% stake in the Leaf Store is worth $6000 a month. It was just for doing a small favor, and I got paid every month without having to work. I'm not even a member of the Blood Gang."

$6000 a year is $72000. Quinn thought about the meager amount of money he received from the gang and suddenly felt a little annoyed.

"So? What are you trying to say?"

"It's nothing, I'm just a little curious."

Logan held out his palm, counting the valuables he had found in the Queen Anne Quarter.

"Do you know what we found in Terren's villa? A whole safe full of gold bars, several suitcases stuffed with cash, famous paintings hanging on the walls, and oh yeah, he had a brass wine cabinet."

He started gesturing with his hands.

"It's stuffed with expensive champagne. I picked up a bottle and saw it was a $7000 Dom Pérignon white champagne! Do you cripples really drink that well?"

Quinn listened with a puzzled expression; he had never heard of any of these things before.

Gold bars, cash, famous paintings, champagne—while Logan may have exaggerated, these things are all real in the villa.

The problem is, Quinn didn't even know this villa existed.

Logan caught the expression and feigned shock:

"You...you didn't know at all?"

Quinn quickly defended his boss:

"Those were all earned by Boss Teren himself, what does it have to do with me?"

"Of course it's related."

Logan stood up, placing his hands on the table.

"All of these things, weren't they accumulated bit by bit by you lowly gangsters? Take this jade robbery, for example. You stole $50 in cash, but how much of it actually ended up in your pocket? Tens of thousands? Thousands? Or even hundreds?"

Quinn remained silent, anticipating a reward of around $500.

"Even if each person gives $10,000, the remaining $400,000 will all go into Terren's pocket. He can use it to buy new famous paintings and new champagne, but he didn't participate in the robbery at all. Even if the case is exposed, there will be people like you to take the blame for him. Zero risk, all rewards. All you need to do is brainwash fools like you."

He remained silent, but these words made a lot of sense. His mind was in turmoil, and images from the past echoed in his mind. It seemed that he really hadn't received many monetary rewards.

"Think about it from another perspective. Actually, even though you're all members of the crippled gang, the level of attention you receive is completely different. The other three of them all have hiding places and dedicated protectors. Only you, like a lonely, pitiful wretch, were caught and arrested by the police on some unlucky night. In Teren's eyes, you're utterly worthless."

"No... He said... that once the heat of this case died down, he would promote me to a junior manager."

Quinn retorted in a trembling voice; the trembling had penetrated his very being.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Logan chuckled for a long time in a low voice.

"Don't be naive! You're just being pushed out to take the blame! Use your brain! The three of them are heavily protected. If I don't arrest them, they'll stay hidden until the police start to give up on the case. But you, you've never been protected. You'll be caught sooner or later, and if you're the only one caught in the ring, how do you think the police will judge you?"

Quinn fell silent again; even a fool could guess the outcome of the trial.

"The lost $50 will be attributed to you, the security guard who was shot will also be attributed to you, everything will be attributed to you, you will spend the rest of your life in jail."

And Terren would sit in his villa laughing heartily, a case only requiring one henchman to earn $50, the next robbery only requiring another black thug to be recruited from the street.

"You'll be forgotten in jail, no one will bail you out. Only when you die in jail will this case truly fade into oblivion."

Quinn hung his head helplessly, recalling the praise and encouragement Terren had given him before the robbery. He remembered how he had wondered why he had been chosen to participate in the robbery, even though he was just a newcomer who had only been in the gang for half a year.

The lookout is the least important role in a case, and also the role that can be discarded at any time.

"So even if he wasn't involved, he deserves his punishment. Also, if you're willing to identify Teren as the mastermind behind the robbery, the police will kindly reduce some of your minor offenses."

Think about it carefully.

Logan stood up and gestured for Stephen to come along.

"Turn the air conditioner to a warm temperature later, and then pour him a cup of sweet coffee."

This was said to Quinn; now is the time to offer warmth.

Stepping out of the interrogation room, Stephen raised a question:

"Is that all? He doesn't have to suffer any physical pain?"

"No need. Gang members don't respond to force. You have to break them down psychologically. They'll come to their senses after a while. Let's go find the other three."

The two men walked toward the second interrogation room, which was some distance apart from the other room to ensure they wouldn't hear each other.

"So, can we do the same for the other three?"

"No."

Logan shook his head.

"Each of them is quite different."