"Who are you?" The face in the mirror really did speak to Feng Bujue. "I don't know you."
"Who I am is not important," Feng Bujue replied as he shot the man a sharp gaze. "The important thing is, who are you?"
"Of course, I am Hirata Shuichi," the man replied.
"No, you're not. You just look like him," Feng Bujue said. "Stop pretending. I know there is another personality inside this body. No one knows about your existence. Hirata doesn't know about it, Takura doesn't know about it, Watanabe and Tachibana … none of them know about it, "he said confidently." You are the mastermind behind the case from fifteen years ago. "
"Haha … Hahaha …" The man started to laugh. "No matter who you are, you are much smarter than that idiot."
"You can call me Mr. F," Feng Bujue said.
"You can call me Hirata Shuichi," the man said.
"You are Hirata Shuichi. Then who is the mental patient who has been locked up in prison for fifteen years?" Feng Bujue asked.
"He is an idiot who shares the same name as me. That's all," the man replied.
"Understood …" Feng Bujue said. "I wish to ask, when did you part ways with that idiot?" Feng Bujue followed the man's lead and asked a question.
"When I graduated from university," the man replied.
"Humph …" Feng Bujue laughed. "I get it now. How about this, for the sake of convenience, I will call you Hirata and that idiot Shuichi?"
"Suit yourself," Hirata said.
"After graduating from Beijing University, Hirata, you planned to move to the big city, but Shuichi insisted on returning to the small town in his hometown. Is that correct?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Don't you think you're making light of the situation? That idiot …" The Hirata in the mirror had a cruel smile on his face. "He gave up on the opportunity to work in Tokyo and initiated a breakup with Miss Miko. She is the daughter of a big financial group's CEO. Many men have their eyes on her.
Then, that idiot returned to his hometown, married his childhood sweetheart, and went to work in an inconspicuous small business. Look at his end, that bitch Haruko had an affair with Fukui behind his back, and he worked so hard, but the company still collapsed because of a scum who filled his pockets. My six years of life, the future of this life, was ruined in the hands of that idiot. "
"Hmm … I see." Feng Bujue said, "When he graduated from university, Xiuyi made a huge and painful choice in life. Hence, you and he were split into two personalities. Xiuyi was a very honest and kind person. He chose to return to his hometown to get married. As for you, Hirata, you're ambitious and capable. You're tough and ruthless, but in the end, you still lost to Shuichi. " He paused for a moment. "It was not until six years later, on November 24, 1990, that Hirata overheard the conversation between his colleagues in the toilet. He collapsed, and then you gained the upper hand and gained control of the body."
"That's a good guess, Mr. F," Hirata answered.
"You hated Xiuyi, hated the choice he made that year, hated his character, and hated him for ruining your bright future." Feng Bujue continued. "You wanted revenge and completely ruined his life." He thought about it for two seconds and started to analyze the previous case. "As a well-educated, capable, and ruthless person, when it comes to committing a crime, you're much better than Xiuyi. If you wanted to kill Fukui, there were many ways, but killing Fukui was not enough … Based on the nature of the case and the circumstances, Xiuyi's sentence after killing Fukui would be light. His colleagues and even Haruko would appear in court to speak on his behalf. Perhaps he would be released after a few years in prison. " Feng Bujue laughed. "So, you first went to kill a police officer and then used the officer's gun to kill Fukui. This kind of case, Xiuyi would not be able to get away with it.
Ha … You're quite impressive. Logically speaking, the act of killing a police officer could be explained. Even if Xiuyi could not remember it, there was nothing he could say in front of the evidence. If you killed a random passerby to expand your crime, then Xiuyi, who had no motive and no memory of that incident, would be treated as suffering from multiple personality disorder. Then, even his murder of Fukui could be explained away as a mental issue. "
Feng Bujue sighed. "Phew … That's why people who are good at scheming are the scariest." He shrunk his neck. "Hmm … If I were to do this case … On the day of November 25th, I would first bring the burial tools to the planned location of the murder. The ruins of the old house that was destroyed by the typhoon would be a good choice.
First, you would be familiar with the area. Second, no matter if it was day or night, even if you were spotted by someone you knew, you could easily come up with a reason to be there.
In any case, at night, you would have randomly found a patrolling officer with a gun. You would have made up a reason to lure him there, ambush him, and then hide on the spot. Actually, you didn't plan to hide for too long. As long as you weren't discovered before you killed Fukui, everything would have been fine. However, the government didn't pay attention to the area until seven years later. "
"Oh? You came up with all that based on your own speculation? "Hirata asked.
"Yes, actually, I should have figured it out a long time ago, but at the beginning, I didn't know about your existence." Feng Bujue replied. "Xiuyi wouldn't have done something like that. He's a far cry from you. Even if he wanted to steal the gun, he wouldn't have killed someone for it. At most, he would have planned to knock someone out from behind, hoping that before he killed Fukui, he wouldn't have been exposed." His eyes darted around, and he smiled. "But Hirata, you're different. If you were the one who committed the crime, I would have been able to come up with the above hypothesis with confidence."
"Humph … Then why don't you continue to guess what happened next?" Hirata asked.
"What happened next is very simple. When you took control of the body, Xiuyi was in a state where he had no memory." Feng Bujue answered. "On the afternoon of the 26th, without a doubt, you knew very well that Haruko had left home to go find Fukui. Therefore, you placed a piece of paper with the number 4-5 Rokubancho written on it in your pocket, carried the gun, and went to Fukui's manor house. Then, you temporarily returned the body to Xiuyi.
He suddenly regained consciousness and didn't know what to do. There was a gun in his pocket, and that scared him. Then, he saw that piece of paper and went to Fukui's manor house in a daze. He ran into them on the second floor. Someone like Fukui would have walked toward Xiuyi while yelling and cursing, trying to chase him away.
Rage, pain, confusion, or perhaps some kind of psychological suggestion that you placed on him. There were countless possibilities that could have caused Xiuyi to pull the gun and shoot him. That was almost certain to happen. This was a trap that you set.
At that point, Xiuyi had a second memory. Not long after he fired the gun, you took control of the body again and carried out the next step … "
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