In the dark interrogation room, Thales leaned against the wall without realizing it. His face was completely submerged in the darkness.
The Black Prophet stroked the armrest of his wheelchair and observed the black-veined vines squirming on his knees as if they were breathing. He did not even look at the prince.
At this moment, they seemed to have reached a tacit understanding.
Only Raphael's voice still came from the other side of the glass.
"Our people have basically verified that this was just an accident, but we still have to ensure that this news will not be spread, used, and led to public opinion.
"Let's hope this is the only murder case because of this."
Murder case.
Thales slowly looked up.
Because of this.
Because of his … dietary preferences.
Thales was expressionless, his gaze frozen.
Of course he could defend himself.
This was none of his business.
The so-called prince's love for lettuce was just a fuse. The whole thing was ultimately the result of a greedy person and an impulsive person's own doing.
He should not be responsible for it.
Including … other things.
Thales' fists trembled slightly.
'Right.
Many people, many people would not be troubled by it.
King Nuven would certainly laugh it off, King Chapman would only scorn it mercilessly, and King Kessel would certainly sit on his throne, unmoved.
But …
"They are a different kind of creature. Ordinary people rely on food and air to live, but they rely on power to live. "
This was Putray's sentiment on Prestige Orchid Snowfield.
"You need a heart that is hard, cold, and unwavering … It's best to get used to it as soon as possible, for your own good."
This was the advice King Nuven had given him.
At the thought of this, Thales felt bitter.
"Of course, they are still pursuing a few other cases," Raphael continued, his tone no longer as relaxed as before.
"Some may affect your reputation, some may cause financial losses, and many may not be obvious for the time being, but we have to plan ahead, and try to find a way to fill in the gaps …"
He had not finished his sentence, but he knew it was time to stop.
Thales was silent for a long while before he replied.
"Okay, I understand."
Raphael's expression changed slightly. He sensed something from Thales' disappointed tone.
"Very well, continue," Morat said faintly amid the rustling of the black-veined vines.
At this moment, the Barren Bone man suddenly said, "Your Highness, my lord.
"Actually, the remaining cases are pretty much the same. Why don't we call it a day?"
Thales, who was immersed in dejection, quietly raised his head.
However, he turned his head and looked at the old man in the wheelchair.
Through the glass, the Black Prophet stared at Raphael for a long time, but the latter's gaze was steady and his expression calm.
Morat snorted softly.
"Of course."
The Chief of Intelligence flashed Thales a smile.
"Except for that."
"The last one."
Raphael was silent for a moment, then nodded respectfully and listened to the order.
Thales frowned, but he soon understood.
The last interrogator was a woman. Even though she was escorted here with a hood over her head, she still looked graceful and graceful.
The hood was taken off, revealing a beautiful woman with exquisite eyebrows and picturesque charm. Her first reaction was to smooth her hair and tidy up her appearance, showing no signs of panic or fear.
Her light makeup did not lose her charm, and her calm demeanor was extremely alluring.
"Your name?"
In the face of such a beautiful woman, Raphael's tone was much better, no longer as aggressive as before.
The beautiful woman looked up slowly, her slightly disheveled appearance almost perfect.
"Felicia."
She answered calmly. Her voice was captivating, and her eyes were captivating.
But the moment he saw the woman's face, Thales' eyes suddenly widened!
"Full name," Raphael politely reminded.
The beautiful woman named Felicia giggled, bright and dazzling.
She slowed down and stared at Raphael's handsome face with interest.
"That's Dorothy? Amy? Undine? Anyway, the customers have called me by many names … "
Felicia placed her left hand on the table and leaned forward, her eyes sparkling like water.
"But if it's you …"
Her tone changed and was full of temptation.
"Why don't you call me … Little Baby, Little Sweetheart, Little Sweetheart, or Little Bitch?"
Raphael frowned slightly.
Felicia inadvertently pressed her chest against the edge of the table, making her graceful and proud figure even more obvious.
"Which one do you like?"
Felicia winked seductively, and the corners of her lips curled up into a perfect arc.
"Handsome boy."
Raphael put on a stern face.
"Felicia is fine."
Felicia stared at him and suddenly laughed.
She leaned forward on the table and lifted her chin seductively. Her expression was a little provocative, and she did not have the awareness of being interrogated.
"You're not a cop from West City, right? They're not so ignorant as to dare to kidnap people in Red Street Market. "
Felicia looked at Raphael carefully, and her tone became serious.
"As for Blood Bottle Gang, Catherine doesn't have the guts, Fergal doesn't have the face, and Nikolay doesn't have the strength. It's impossible for them to break the armistice agreement." She counted the names one by one, and her gaze never left the man in front of her.
"Recently, there haven't been any newcomers who would risk their lives to fight for a position."
Thales stared at the woman in a daze. He looked at her appearance, her demeanor, her charm, and even the content of her words.
He was more certain of his memory.
That's right.
It's her.
An old friend.
Felicia's bright eyes sparkled, but her tone was threatening.
"So, you're a cop from outside? Or a Blue Skin from another department? "
Raphael looked at the pretty woman in front of him and smiled.
"Whether I'm a police officer or not, you're already here," the Barren Bone man said flatly.
"If necessary, I can lock you up for a few more nights."
Felicia tilted her head and looked at him from the corner of her eyes.
"A few more nights? Hehe. "
The woman bit her lower lip and exuded a charming charm.
"One night of mine is not cheap, handsome boy.
Besides, even though you're handsome, you're also thin. "
The beautiful woman moved forward and looked at Raphael with a charming and enjoyable gaze.
"I really doubt that you can really persevere …"
Felicia revealed her beautiful figure on the table and bit her lip gently. She was very seductive.
"A few more nights?"
Raphael's expression tensed.
Felicia chuckled when she saw the other party's reaction.
"And a few more nights …"
Felicia revealed her fair and slender neck, and her smile was profound. "Are you sure that it's enough to 'lock' me up?
Don't you want to do more … strange things? "
Felicia switched her legs and sat down. The scenery under her skirt was faintly discernible.
Raphael coughed.
Under the other party's smug gaze, he opened the document beside him and did not dwell on it any further.
"Felicia, nicknamed 'Fickle'.
"You were born as a prostitute in the slums. You gave yourself up to the strong and climbed your way up. After the Bloody Year, you joined the newly risen …"
Raphael paused for a moment and looked up.
"Black Street Brotherhood."
Felicia's expression changed slightly, and she tensed up.
"That's not all. You also worked under Black Sword's trusted aide and one of the six powerhouses of the Brotherhood, Fatty Morris. You're outstanding and deeply trusted. You trained prostitutes for the Brotherhood and acted as a go-between," Raphael said as he observed the other party's expression.
"So much so that the Sleepless Eye, Lance, had to rely on the 'flowers' in your brothel as a source of information.
"So, it seems like you're not cheap, Miss Fickle.
"Or should I call you — a madam of a gang?"
Felicia was obviously caught off guard when her background was exposed with a lot of secret information. Her expression was unpleasant. "You …"
The Barren Bone man smiled confidently.
"Six years ago, the Black Street Brotherhood defeated the Blood Bottle Gang in the 'One Night War'. From then on, you went to Red Street Market with the little flowers under you. You took over the empty space left by the Blood Bottle Gang. You controlled from behind the scenes and expanded the Brotherhood's prostitution business.
Felicia's expression was unpleasant.
"Now, you have two choices. The first is to cooperate with me, and everything will go smoothly. As for the second … it's much more violent." Raphael closed the document and played down the situation.
On the other side of the glass, Thales sighed inwardly.
'Felicia.'
He remembered her.
A long, long time ago, during his life as a child beggar, this woman had appeared countless times in Black Street, the underground street, Sunset Pub, Abandoned House, and other places that Thales was familiar with. She even often went in and out of Chief Morris's mansion. She spoke harshly to Rick and was full of disdain for Quide. But occasionally, when she met child beggars, she would wave her hand with a coquettish smile and lavishly sprinkle a lot of copper coins.
She dressed fashionably, was clean and witty, and had a bright and confident smile.
She was impudent, passionate, and unrestrained. The men around her were always changing one after another.
Once, when she and her lover, Layork, were doing something in the room, they happened to see Thales squatting outside the window, resting and counting money in a safe corner.
But the moment their eyes met, the woman did not panic, blush, or feel displeased. She did not even warn the Brotherhood's killer, Layork, who was working hard under her.
At that time, Felicia, with her hair disheveled, just lazily pulled up the blanket to cover her beautiful breasts and bare shoulders.
She pressed her index finger to her red lips and flashed a meaningful smile at the disheveled, dirty, and terrified little beggar under the window.
Then, the beautiful woman laughed and threw her head back. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and she continued to moan, which made people's imaginations run wild.
The child beggar, Thales, was scared out of his wits. His face turned red, and in the end, he had no choice but to flee.
Thinking of the past, Thales felt a wave of melancholy.
In the interrogation room, the Barren Bone man's gaze was aggressive, and he would not stop until he achieved his goal.
Felicia looked back at Raphael, a little at a loss.
But in front of the Secret Intelligence Department interrogator, who had a sharp gaze and was cold and ruthless, she was soon defeated.
"The Brotherhood, giving yourself to a powerful person, clinging to a higher position, and calling yourself a brothel keeper … Looks like you've found out everything, Police Officer …"
Felicia's eyes were slightly red, and the corners of her mouth trembled.
Her previous flirtatiousness and eloquence were gone like the avalanche of a snowy mountain.
"Of course, you can righteously accuse me of my profession and affiliation. You can accuse me of being a dirty and lowly brothel keeper, the head of a prostitute.
"But you think …"
The woman forced herself to turn her head away, bit her lip, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"You think I willingly walked down this path and did filthy things for the Brotherhood?"
Raphael, who was about to follow up on his victory, suddenly froze after breaking through his target's defenses.
Set off by her slender neck and graceful figure, Felicia was like a lonely flower on a cliff, stubborn and poignant.
"Since I was young, men only looked at me and my body with dirty eyes, especially after I reached the age of wearing skirts, they became even more …"
Raphael was obviously uncomfortable as he listened to her words. He furrowed his brows.
"Those people, those scum with knives in their hands, when they forced themselves on me …"
Felicia smiled mournfully.
"When I resisted, they beat me even more fiercely. When I didn't resist, they thought that I liked it very much, thought that I was enjoying it, said that I took the initiative to give myself to a higher position, that I was cheap, that I was licentious …
"But I was just a weak woman. What could I do? What could I do? Commit suicide to show my determination? "
Felicia wiped away her tears roughly. She was trembling all over, but she still looked straight at the Barren Bone man with determination.
Like a winter plum blossom standing proudly in the frost and snow.
Seeing that he had ignited the other party's emotions, Raphael cleared his throat. For a moment, he was at a loss and did not know how to reply.
"I just want to live, but they won't let me, unless I consciously spread my thighs. Even a greenhorn like you only wants to put his hand under my bra and skirt and strip them naked!"
Raphael paused again.
Felicia realized something. She shrank back with her tear-stained face and tried to pull up her sleeves and skirt to prevent more of her skin from being exposed.
At the same time, she stared fiercely at Raphael.
Raphael became even more embarrassed when she stared at him like that. He could only look away uncomfortably.
Felicia covered her chest, front, and thighs, and stared at the Barren Bone man. Her tears could not stop falling.
"And of course, I could only, could only do as they said …
"I just want to live!
"In the hands of men like you!"
With tears in her eyes, she spat, "Bah!
"Threatening me with 'violence'? Come on! There are plenty of people in this world who have been violent to me, and you're not one of them! "
Felicia's breathing became heavier and her tears fell like rain.
Stubbornly, she had to raise her sleeve to cover up her tears, but it was not effective. Soon, a large patch of her clothes was soaked.
Raphael sighed deeply.
He looked at the document in his hand, not knowing how to continue.
For a moment, the interrogation room was filled with the woman's sobs and gasps.
On the other side of the glass, Thales had mixed feelings. Beside him, the Black Prophet was interested.
He whispered, "Very good, I like this girl."
Morat lowered his head and whispered to the demonic vine on his knee.
"Tell Raphael that it's her."
The black-veined vines on his wheelchair surged in response.
In the interrogation room, Felicia's crying did not seem to have any intention of stopping.
Raphael, on the other hand, sensed something and glanced at the glass.
Thales might have seen this before, but it still made him uncomfortable when he saw the back and forth between the vines.
Raphael took a deep breath and hesitated for a moment. Finally, he took out a handkerchief and handed it over.
The woman was stunned at first, then tentatively took the handkerchief under Raphael's signal.
"Thank, thank you."
Her makeup had lost its color and her eyes were red. Wiping her tears with the handkerchief, she timidly glanced at Raphael, ashamed.
"I … I didn't want to cry, I'm just … sorry."
Raphael sighed again, his expression bitter.
"It's okay." The Barren Bone man frowned at his document, "You're safe here. No one will force you, no one can hurt you."
"No!"
"The Brotherhood is very powerful. Besides, I was kidnapped in Red Street Market, and I've been missing for so long …" Felicia reacted, and her expression changed slightly.
"No, they don't like traitors and informants …"
She became flustered, but Raphael interrupted her.
"Hey, listen up!"
Raphael held her hand and said sternly,
"I will protect you."
Felicia paused.
"Protect me?"
Felicia struggled to break free from Raphael's hand, which made the latter a little embarrassed.
With a low sob that ruined her makeup, Felicia smiled sarcastically.
"Yes, you're really handsome, and you don't look like a bad person. At least, you're not scum like the Brotherhood." The sarcasm on her face slowly disappeared, leaving behind deep fear and sadness.
"But you're not enough. You can't protect me … You don't know how afraid they are …"
At this moment, Raphael laughed.
"Hehehehehe …"
He laughed wantonly, indulgent, and cynical.
Belicia's sobbing voice fell silent.
"Is this how you treat them?" The bitterness and pity on Raphael's face disappeared without a trace.
It was as if the man who comforted her gently did not exist.
Felicia looked up, trembling, just in time to see Raphael leaning back in his chair, raising his arm to gesture at her.
"This whole set?"
"What?"
Felicia stared at him in a daze.
Until Raphael burst into laughter.
The Barren Bone man calmly flipped open the document on the table and pushed out a piece of paper.
"Iron Bat Society's' Big Hand 'Gary mysteriously disappeared more than ten years ago. Until now, he has not been seen, and no corpse has been found."
Felicia was stunned when she saw the image on the sketch.
Raphael pushed out the second piece of paper.
"Blood Bottle Gang's drug dealer leader 'Dogtooth' Bolt. On his birthday, his subordinate, now known as' Illusion Blade 'Catherine, betrayed him and fought with him."
"Mudu Talon, a corrupt police officer of the Western City Police Station. After being exposed, he was sent to the Prison of Bones. A few months ago, he failed to escape from prison and was killed on the spot."
"One of the honorary directors of Aroma Merchant Group, spice merchant Boli Cato, encountered bandits while on an outing. He was blackmailed for a large sum of money, but was still killed."
Raphael methodically showed the pages of the document in front of Felicia.
"As for the once famous Blood Bottle Gang's number one expert, the wandering knight 'Luo Sang the Second' who reached the peak …"
Raphael narrowed his eyes with a wary expression.
"Sixteen years ago, he failed to ambush Black Sword. The latter fought against two enemies and killed him on the street."
When he heard the familiar nickname, Thales raised his head in alarm.
Felicia did not speak. She only stared at the documents in a daze, like an innocent passerby who was involved in a major case for no reason. The tears on her face had yet to dry.
"As a 'weak woman', Miss Felicia …" Raphael's gaze was cold. He tore off the last of his disguise.
"It seems that since you were twelve years old, every important person you got close to, or according to what you said, every terrifying 'bad guy' who forced himself on you with a knife, did not end up well?"
Felicia sat on the spot in a daze. She seemed to have forgotten to cry.
The next moment, the woman slowly raised her head.
Raphael furrowed his brows.
Unknowingly, the frailty and pain on Felicia's face disappeared without a trace. She no longer gasped, sobbed, and wiped away her tears.
The woman threw away her handkerchief and stood up slowly.
Starting from the corners of her mouth, the corners of her mouth curled up into a strange and chilling smile.
It was directed at Raphael.
"Handsome boy, you know me so well."
Felicia's voice was delicate and soft.
She sat sideways on the table and leaned forward. Her movements were seductive and provocative.
"Then, do you want to know more about …"
"A little deeper?"
She was naturally beautiful. Even though her makeup was ruined by her tears and the powder spread on both sides of her cheeks, Felicia's smile did not look ugly. Instead, it had a different, strange, and fatal allure to it, making it even more eye-catching.
On the other side of the glass, Thales felt a wave of irritation from the Sin of Hell's River.
Raphael's expression was tense. He did not answer.
But on the table, Felicia's eyes were misty. She bit a finger in her mouth, and almost half of her body crossed the table to approach the Barren Bone man in a seductive manner.
"Or do you actually want to be like them, with a hard knife …"
She pressed her lips against his ear and sent the heat of her breath into Raphael's ear.
"Stab me?"
The provocative tone in Felicia's voice was heart-wrenching, and his heart surged with emotions.
Raphael's breathing began to quicken.
Thales could not help but recall the time when they exchanged glances when he discovered that this woman was doing something good. He could not help but blush slightly.
But at this moment …
* Crack! *
There was a soft sound.
Felicia's expression changed drastically!
She lowered her head and was shocked to see that her left hand, which was propped up against the table, was firmly cuffed to the leg of the table.
Hence, she was now lying sideways on the table in a strange posture. One of her hands was cuffed, but her struggles were futile. She could not sit or stand, and she looked pathetic and awkward.
The woman turned her head around in anger.
"You —"
But Raphael only calmly picked up the documents, walked around the table, and sat down on the seat that originally belonged to Felicia.
Felicia had to turn around in a flustered manner to follow Raphael's direction.
But when she turned her eyes, the resentment on her face instantly disappeared without a trace.
"I see, so you like this. Oh my."
Felicia flashed a mysterious smile.
In her awkward posture, she simply kicked off her shoes, sat cross-legged on the table, and lay down seductively in front of Raphael.
The woman's slender legs were clasped together. The scenery under her skirt was hidden, and it was full of temptation.
"Actually, I quite like … doing it in handcuffs."
But she was disappointed.
Raphael only looked at her with the ghost of a smile. He was not tempted at all.
A few seconds later, Felicia's smile disappeared. She tugged at the handcuffs and spat on the floor.
"You don't even have a reaction."
The woman glared at Raphael fiercely.
"Why? Is your penis too small and lacking in confidence, or can't it get hard at all?"
Raphael could not help but cast a sidelong glance.
Behind the glass, he frowned.
"Why don't you … take it off and let me have a look?"
Felicia giggled and once again revealed her natural charm. She clenched her fists in the air and smacked them against the side of her mouth. Her tongue moved from the inside to the outside, making her cheeks bulge back and forth.
"So that I can help it?"
Raphael was speechless as he watched the other party's skillful demonstration.
The Barren Bone man coughed and tried his best to ignore the woman's acting skills, which were carved into her bones.
"Don't you have anything to say about these lists and these unfortunate men?"
Raphael looked at the files on the table, or rather, each dead person represented by each file.
Felicia's expression turned cold. She swept her gaze over each file on the table, her eyes full of disdain.
"Hmph.
"Do you know that every person who forced me said the same thing in the beginning?
"'I'll help you', 'you're safe with me', 'no one can hurt you', 'I'll protect you' …"
Felicia lay sideways on her handcuffed arm and looked at Raphael coldly.
"Just like you did just now."
Raphael hummed in acknowledgment.
"Every man thinks he's better than 'other men'. They all want to prove to me that they're different from 'other men'. They want to prove that they really respect and love me, and don't hurt me like 'other men'."
At that moment, Felicia was unsmiling. Her gaze was cold, as if this was her true self.
"But what happened in the end? In the end, they still eagerly took off their pants, or waited for me to take off my skirt in return.
"And if I'm not willing … Haha. They still think they're protecting me, taking care of me, saying things like 'I know you want it too', or 'I've done so much for you', or even 'you don't know how beautiful you are'. "
Felicia's gaze sharpened. With a loud crash, she swept all the files on the table to the ground.
"Handsome boy …"
"The reason why the hero saves the damsel in distress is so popular is because men look forward to it, and they naturally confirm the next scene …"
Felicia looked at the files on the ground and every sketch on them. She thought of something and revealed an unprecedented viciousness and hatred.
"The hero fucked the damsel in distress."
Raphael frowned.
"And if that doesn't happen … if the beauties don't fall in love with the hero, and if they don't yearn for him until they're itching for him, if they're like me in the past, weakly saying 'no' …"
Felicia looked up and gritted her teeth.
"Then we'll wait for the next hero to save the damsel in distress.
"Then, the next hero will say the classic line, 'I'm different from the person who forced you. I'm here to protect you.'"
Felicia raised her sleeves and wiped off the powder on her face.
"The f * cking hero saves the damsel in distress.
"And I'm just proving to them that they're wrong."
Felicia glared at Raphael with a sharp gaze.
"Beauties don't belong to heroes." At that moment, the head prostitute of the Brotherhood said hatefully,
"Just like how I don't belong to them either.
"No matter what the hero does.
"Never.
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