He became a god in Japan starting with the bear disaster.

Chapter 43: A Thorough Revelation

Although it seems like he was forced into a corner, Yokota Daiji still had a way out.

He knew perfectly well that he had foolproof insurance.

"A plan is a plan; whether I implement it or not is a completely different matter, isn't it?"

He laughed contemptuously: "It's ridiculous to say that you're threatening someone to die. It's completely impossible. Could it be that Maeda himself felt that he was in a difficult situation and might as well commit suicide?"

"And what murder... I have a solid alibi, right, Masako?"

Yokota Daiji looked at Maeda Masako, who had been sitting there and ignored, with an expectant and trusting gaze.

"Hey, Masako!"

He forcefully pulled the woman beside him, who seemed to have left her body, and said, "Tell me quickly, where was I the night Kenpei died?"

Masako Maeda then came to her senses somewhat and said emotionlessly, "On the day Kenpei died, Osamu was with me. We worked at Osamu's house from afternoon to night, and then went to the hospital to visit Che..."

Everyone was shocked by these words.

Even Hayashi Shuichi and Hasegawa Eri, who knew about her affair with Yokota, took a moment to process such blatant words.

This is not something a person of sound mind could say.

Has this woman gone mad?

Yokota Daichi's eyes widened, then he burst into laughter: "Did you all hear that? I couldn't possibly have been present when Maeda died, so I couldn't possibly have been the one who killed him!"

Lin Xiuyi keenly noticed: he spoke with great confidence, yet his eyes darted around.

It seems that what Masako Maeda said was also beyond his expectations.

"Hey, brat," Yokota Daichi gave Hayashi Shuichi a provocative look, "Weren't you in the hospital room back then? We saw you there, and now you can vouch for me!"

"Yes, we have indeed seen it."

Lin Xiu nodded, but then changed the subject and bluntly exposed her: "But unfortunately, she was lying, or she only told half the story. Although I don't know what you were doing this afternoon, you must have been to the school before and after you went to the hospital this evening, and witnessed Maeda's death."

"Lin Xiuyi, are you starting to talk nonsense? Can you even prove something like this?!"

Yokota Daiji glared angrily.

"Of course you can, because you said it yourself."

"What?"

"Please play the third audio clip."

After a period of background noise, a clear conversation quickly broke out in the conference room.

"Masako, are you still holding a grudge against me?"

"..."

"I know you are a brave and affectionate woman. Even if you are willing to make this kind of sacrifice, it must be quite painful for you."

"..."

"But isn't this all just how things are? We all witnessed Kenpei die like that, so we have to do justice to his death and face the difficulties ahead together... Masako, do you love me—"

"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!" The recording that was still playing was interrupted by Yokota Daichi, who was so angry that he was about to vomit blood. He pointed at Hayashi Xiuichi and kept cursing, "This is an absolute invasion of privacy! You bastard, how dare you sneak into my house and do this kind of thing..."

The short, stout man jumped up from the chair, about to rush over and beat Lin Xiuyi.

The veteran detective, whose scalp tingled at the sound, immediately pinned him down and pushed him to the ground.

The bizarre things he heard and saw today were almost surpassing everything he had accumulated over the past few decades. He felt so embarrassed he could hardly breathe, but he still tried his best to suppress the raging Yokota Daichi. "Hey, you better behave yourself, or I'll have to throw you in jail right now!"

Yokota Daichi struggled until he was exhausted before giving up. He then stared at Hayashi Hideichi with a look of extreme hatred. "This is illegal evidence collection. The court will never admit it, hahahahahahahaha."

The man, who had lost control of his emotions, burst into hysterical laughter.

Lin Xiuyi calmly observed his powerless resistance and nodded again, saying, "That's right, this is just your testimony to refute your testimony. I didn't expect it to be conclusive evidence..."

He loosened his collar slightly, took a deep breath, stood up, and said to the detective operating the computer, "Please play the last video."

The young detective had almost become a machine controlled by Lin Xiuyi, mechanically double-clicking the mouse upon hearing a command.

The image then appeared on the screen in the conference room.

That was in the first-grade teachers' office, which was not far from here.

A tall man with his back to the camera stood on a chair in the office, holding a rope that had been lowered from a ceiling light fixture. He was looking down, making eye contact with a short, stout man.

"Don't worry, Kenpei. Since we've already agreed, I will definitely take good care of Masako."

The tall man nodded and put the rope around his neck.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Principal, about Xiao Che..."

"Don't worry, this is a deal. Since you risked your life for it, I will keep my word and deliver on my promises."

The short, stout man then walked away, watching as Jianping kicked the chair away.

The scene ends here.

Lin Xiuyi explained, "This video was provided to us by a teacher who also wished to remain anonymous. He claimed that he was testing the battery life of his newly purchased camera at the time. This substantial evidence can also be submitted to the police for examination."

He continued speaking, but no one in the room was questioning the source of the video anymore. They all looked at Yokota Daiji.

—The crime has been proven, and Yokota Daichi cannot escape. Even if he is not in trouble now, once the evidence is confirmed by the prosecution, he will definitely be prosecuted, and there is only one possibility after that: going to jail.

"Based on all the evidence listed above, we conclude that Yokota Daichi committed the crimes of instigating suicide and aiding suicide as stipulated in Article 202 of the Japanese Penal Code, and that there is an actual crime of murder," Hayashi Hideichi concluded.

Yokota Daichi buried his face weakly in the ground, then suddenly jerked it up and burst into a low, maniacal laugh: "Hahahahahahaha..."

"Are you crazy?"

Eri Hasegawa was so frightened by the sinister laugh that she took a step back.

"Hey, hey, hey! This isn't some kind of suicide incitement crime, you think I didn't do my research beforehand? This is just me paying to take someone's life..."

His face was contorted with grotesque fat, and his entire body trembled with excitement. "In Japan, paying to have your life taken is never a crime! Because..."

Because this is a free transaction in the capital market! To be honest—the money I gave him was all for his daughter's medical treatment; it didn't facilitate his suicide at all! And his decision to commit suicide wasn't given to him by me; he came to me himself and told me. You wouldn't believe it, would you? He begged me! Hahahahahaha…

I only helped take care of his wife and daughter because I felt sorry for a dead man; it was all out of kindness! All your evidence is completely useless!

Yokota Daichi laughed desperately, letting out his truest feelings: "You all think I only dated those mothers and parents for money? No, that's not it! I've done everything I could because I genuinely love married women and mothers!"

"Hey, Lin Xiuyi, do you remember that day when those thugs at school were causing you trouble? I was the one who called them over. Who told you to dare glare at me like a lowly dog!"

"Do you know why I keep delinquents at school? Because that way, when they bring women over, I can play with them first, and if any of them get pregnant, I don't have to worry about it at all. Ah, it's so great!"

"What the hell are you talking about, you beast!"

The old detective's hands were trembling as he held him down, and he could barely hold onto those thick shoulders.

"Masako," Yokota Daichi suddenly burst into tears, gazing tenderly at the stunned Maeda Masako, "Masako, please love me one more time!"

In his emotional outburst, he used the oily sweat to escape from the old detective's grasp and lunged at Masako Maeda.

The veteran detective jumped up again in a panic and shoved him to the ground, yelling, "Are you crazy? Behave yourself!"

"Don't touch me, I haven't committed a crime!"

Yokota Daichi's face instantly hardened with rage again, and he roared at the detective who had grabbed him, "Say it! Rebut what I just said! What crime did I commit? You useless, stupid pig who's been eating my taxpayer money!"

The veteran detective was both taken aback and unable to answer, so he could only remain silent and hold him down firmly.

"It's no use. I'm not going to jail. The law can't punish me. You bunch of idiots who're wasting your time, just you wait and see!"

Yokota Daichi rolled around, unable to break free from the detective's restraints, but clearly showed delight, saying, "So what if I'm disgraced? So what? Hahahaha..."

Everything that needed to be proven has been proven. Lin Xiuyi silently packed his things, then pulled the now-frozen Hasegawa Eri towards the door.

Before leaving, he took a deep look at Masako Maeda, who was still arrogant and disdainful of others.

The young detective, who had been staring in disbelief at everything, suddenly stepped forward to the door and bowed to him.

"I'm very sorry, I questioned you during the statement taking!"

Then, he opened the conference room door for Lin Xiuyi.

A cell phone that was recording a video fell to the ground from its owner's hand, while outside the door, more students were holding up their phones, trying to record or film the scene inside.

The teacher who was supposed to be guarding the gate quickly picked up his dropped phone and stood aside.

It seemed that all the students from Qun Gao High School had gathered here, but no one spoke as they watched Lin Xiuyi walk out step by step.

Like the Book of Exodus, but far more sublime than the power of Jehovah to force the Red Sea to part, Lin Xiuyi used the karma of people's hearts to make the crowd surge to both sides of the corridor, clearing a path for himself.