Fantasy Writers 1860

"So, he really confessed?" Inspector Leeds looked at the confession and statement submitted by his subordinates, which bore Samuel's signature and fingerprint.

"Yes, Detective, he confessed to everything."

"Did he really confess on his own? Did you not use torture to extract a confession?"

"No, he confessed on his own. We reasoned with him and appealed to his emotions, telling him that admitting his guilt and repenting was the best way out in his current situation," the officer who came to report said without changing his expression.

Lesder looked suspicious, sensing that something was amiss.

Then he stood up: "Take me there, I want to ask him myself."

Upon entering the detention cell, he saw Samuel sitting unharmed in a chair, handcuffed.

He certainly didn't look like he had been subjected to torture.

Although his clothes were somewhat torn, he had no injuries and his face was relatively calm, though his eyes revealed an indescribable weariness and confusion.

Inspector Rasdet sat down in the chair opposite him, pushed the confession in front of Samuel, and pointed to the signature: "You signed this? You committed all these crimes?"

Samuel looked up at Raed, then at the confession, paused for a few seconds, and then nodded: "Yes, I did it all."

……

"I have no other questions." Inspector Reid pushed back his chair, stood up, and left the detention cell.

As he walked back down the corridor, he was still puzzled. Why hadn't he confessed before, but now he was confessing everything?

He didn't seem to be under duress; he was conscious, in good spirits, and didn't appear to have undergone "soft interrogation."

Surely it can't be that we're really being forced to listen to reason and emotion?

Inspector Leeds returned to his office at the end of the corridor and sank heavily into his leather-backed chair.

I initially thought Samuel's fraud case was simple, except for the somewhat comical and bizarre process. But if his confession is entirely true, then it could be a big problem.

Is he really connected to the cult and the Blue Blood Gang?

……

In the basement of 33 Hastings Trail, a small celebration is taking place.

The not-so-large basement was now filled with many demi-humans of various shapes and sizes. Several rough earthenware bowls filled with cloudy ale were placed on the simply arranged table, and the air was filled with the aroma of baked bread and stewed meat.

A rabbit-woman was holding an unknown harp and humming softly; she was singing a simple yet cheerful tune.

Looking at the lively and heartwarming scene before him, Reed couldn't help but smile.

"Cheer up, Lenora! You're the star of today's banquet, the biggest contributor to the success of the operation. Why do you look so worried?" Reed felt Lenora, who was hiding behind him, gently tugging at his clothes.

The child might still be a little unaccustomed to this scene, after all, so many people had never been to this basement before.

"Sister...why didn't Sister Lily come?" Lenora asked softly.

"Ah, you mean Alpha Wolf? She said she had something come up today and couldn't make it, which is a shame, Lenora..." Reed replied earnestly, "But it's okay, even though Alpha Wolf isn't here in person, her heart is with her."

After saying that, Reed took out a small box from his pocket and handed it to Lenora.

"This is a gift from the alpha wolf; she said you'll love it."

Lenora curiously took the box, carefully opened it, and found a small rabbit pendant made of colored glass beads inside, which reflected a soft halo in the dim light of the basement.

Her eyes lit up instantly. She carefully held the pendant in her hands, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and her previous restraint and worry seemed to vanish completely: "Thank you, Sister Lily!"

Reed patted her on the shoulder and watched as Lenora put on the pendant and skipped into the joyful crowd, sharing her happiness with several equally young demi-human girls. His smile softened even more.

Lenora deserves much credit for the success of this operation.

It was by taking advantage of her job delivering packages from street to street, along with her agility and excellent awareness, that she infiltrated the home of a suspected leader of the Flawless Dawn Order whom they had previously identified, and found something interesting.

Reed, who had seen these things, was furious and horrified by the fragments of information they contained about their next plans. He decided to wipe them out.

However, Reed was eventually persuaded by Lily to take legal steps and find a way to hand over the information to the police.

So, under the guise of "a righteous Lentinian," he had Lenora secretly place this evidence and clues on a detective's desk.

On the bright side, if Scotland Yard investigates the cult and arrests those involved after receiving this solid evidence, then many of their plans may still have a chance to be salvaged.

This would naturally be a win-win situation, but what if Scotland Yard betrays the alpha wolf's trust in them...

Thinking of this, Reed's eyes drooped slightly, revealing a hint of ruthlessness.

Of course, he has many other options. The fact that the Demi-human Liberation Organization has been able to develop to this point is not a result of fate. He has many other ways to solve this problem.

If it comes to that, we'll be letting down the alpha wolf who's always taken care of everyone...

Unlike the lively and warm atmosphere in Reed, the atmosphere in the Morning Star's editorial office was as somber as if a memorial service were being held.

Perhaps we could remove the phrase "like".

Many of the editors present felt that this might really be turning into a memorial service for the Morning Star.

Braden spread his hands, the man embedded in the high-backed chair like a wisp of embers without fire.

Instead of being furious or flying into a rage, Braden was unusually calm.

He wanted to shout and yell, but all the words just swirled in his mind before cooling down.

He couldn't even get angry anymore.

The initial media campaign failed and even backfired, giving them free publicity. Not only were their brilliant ideas exposed, but most importantly, they still didn't achieve any results!

How could they come up with such a solution so quickly in such a short time in the face of such a sudden situation? Even Scotland Yard was supporting them and even brought out a lie detector that he had never heard of before?

Could there be forces behind the Lentinion Weekly that we are unaware of?

In short, I regret it, I really regret it. I think I've really bitten off more than I can chew.

In that case, blaming these people won't help. We need to quickly think of a way to get out of this quagmire...

"Knock knock knock—"

Just then, a dull but powerful knocking sounded, instantly breaking the deathly silence in the room.

Braden glared fiercely at the doorway, suppressing his anger, and roared gruffly, "Come in!"

The door was pushed open, and two bailiffs in Imperial Police uniforms with serious expressions walked in.

Their gaze swept around the editorial office before finally settling on Braden, whose face was deathly pale.