Ch 330: A Bad Workman Blames His Tools

“Did he confess?”

“No, you said you would personally interrogate him, so no one interrogated him.”

“Oh, then let’s watch another clip, a more violent one.”

In Lu Buping’s office, this conversation would be explosive if overheard, but Lu Buping didn’t care; after all, he wasn’t the one suffering.

Lu Buping, a Violence Aesthetics hobbyist, was watching Yun Shu’s trial compilation. As someone who had never entered the Ghost Gate and possessed no Ghost Power, he still yearned for such things. Unfortunately, he was busy!

Just look.

The person he was to interrogate was the Yi Zhou City City Government Secretary-General. The Secretary-General’s surname was Wen; he worked like a mosquito—only working, not taking responsibility.

That is, the suspect who had a dead chicken stuffed in his mouth and nettles tied to his body. From the time he was caught until now, no one had attended to him; only his pained moans and contorted body told the law enforcement officers: Still alive~

Midnight, two o’clock.

After dealing with some other matters, Lu Buping yawned as he arrived at the Secretary-General’s interrogation room. Four police officers and his Assistant accompanied him; he was the chief interrogator, and the Assistant was responsible for recording.

“Let’s talk.”

Lu Buping, with a sullen face, threw out a sentence to bring the dazed Secretary-General back to his senses. Ignoring the Secretary-General’s feelings, he continued:

“Confess and be lenient; resist and be strict. Everyone knows this old saying. Whether you want lenient or stricter, it’s up to you.”

“Mmmmmm! Mmm!”

“Not talking? Fine, let’s go.”

Lu Buping stood up directly, leaving the four police officers dumbfounded. If you want him to talk, why don’t you ask? At least remove the chicken from his mouth!

Seeing Lu Buping’s freewheeling approach, the Secretary-General was about to collapse. His contortions intensified; the nettles tied to his handcuffed hands turned red, indicating intense agitation.

Lu Buping wasn’t actually leaving. He leaned against the door, looked down at the prisoner, and his expression changed from its previous weariness to a playful smirk:

“Nod to confess, don’t want to confess…”

Before he could finish, the Secretary-General’s head frantically bobbed up and down, at a speed that could generate electricity.

Since the person was willing to confess, Lu Buping was certainly willing to give him an opportunity, so he said:

“Let him speak.”

Having said that, he remembered that the dead chicken had been dead for two days and, fearing his comrades would get sick, added: “Gloves, gloves. Wear gloves; don’t get infected. We’re short-staffed.”

We’re short-handed; don’t call in sick.

One of the younger police officers stepped forward, put on gloves, removed the tape from the dead chicken, and put it in two plastic bags before placing it in a prepared box, perhaps for later use.

After removing the chicken from his mouth, the Secretary-General drooled, followed by a bout of dry heaving. Some of the police officers wanted to get a bucket ready to catch the vomit; otherwise, cleaning would be tiring.

It stank.

“Cough cough, cough cough cough.”

Fortunately, despite the stench, our great Secretary-General persevered. After the dry heaving came a fit of coughing, seemingly to clear the foul taste from his mouth.

Lu Buping looked impassively at the Secretary-General’s unsightly face. He had seen worse, so this was quite clean. After the Secretary-General had finished coughing, he coldly said: “I don’t want to watch you cough for half a day. If you have anything to confess, you can say it now. Anything you confess later won’t be as good as confessing now. Understand?”

“Itchy, so itchy!”

Tears welled up and dried in the Secretary-General’s eyes. If he could choose, he would rather be whipped for two days than endure the itch of the nettles for an hour.

“I know, that’s why I used this.”

Lu Buping enjoyed “itchiness,” especially the viral kind. Some people weren’t afraid of tickling, but when faced with this plant, whether you’re afraid or not, you’ll cry. Don’t ask why Lu Buping used nettles. Don’t ask.

“Alright, alright, stop dawdling. Quickly confess everything you know.”

“Okay.”

The Secretary-General conceded. He wasn’t a strong-willed person, and since the Many Gods Cult had abandoned them, it was better to try to keep his body intact.

“I, I was coerced…”

“Stop.”

Lu Buping angrily slammed the HP-1 on the table and shouted: “I don’t care if you were coerced or an idiot. None of that matters. Tell me something useful. I don’t have all day.”

Coerced?

Who isn’t coerced?

The Secretary-General was too scared to speak. After Lu Buping calmed down, he said in a crying voice: “In 3021, I was coerced by the Many Gods Cult… I became the Many Gods Cult’s… traitor. For over a year, I worked normally and had no contact with the Many Gods Cult. Until, until mid-last year, they asked me to arrange for their people to come in. There were many of them, including that Elder. Initially, I didn’t know that the Elder was Han Wenxin. They didn’t let me know who it was; they just told me to arrange it. So, so, I contacted the Transportation Bureau…”

The Secretary-General talked a lot. Interrogating him took all night, ending near seven or eight in the morning. Even Lu Buping felt a headache after getting the interrogation results, because the Secretary-General implicated many people.

Good news: Yi Zhou had the most traitors.

Bad news: Every city in Dongqing Province had traitors.

Why is a lot of traitors bad news? Because they’re basically all caught.

Sometimes Lu Buping really wanted to call the Police, but he knew he’d be the one answering the Phone Call.

The Many Gods Cult’s Layout began on May 5th, 3020. Yi Zhou wasn’t the first. According to the Secretary-General’s confession, the first traitor was actually from Dongzhou City, because there was a port there that could bring in a large number of foreigners. What does this mean? It means there were traitors in customs.

Fortunately, Lu Buping had a lot of power and could mobilize Forces. He had already secretly placed the traitors in customs under surveillance, ready for arrest at any time.

In Yi Zhou, more undiscovered Many Gods Cult traitors were revealed, and the problem was in Yi Zhou’s public security system. Upon learning this, he immediately ordered these people to be controlled. One thing he was happy about was that, although there were Captain-level people involved, the true Higher-Ups were not implicated.

Though, should he be happy or unhappy?

To be frank, these weren’t the scariest things. The scariest thing was that the Many Gods Cult had the Secretary-General raise a ghost undergoing Ghostification…

This ghost was Ghost Spirit Level and was kept in the basement of the Secretary-General’s house. When it was found, his wife was almost speechless, repeating:

“I lived with a ghost, I lived with a ghost…”

Lu Buping was still unhappy.

Although the Secretary-General’s confession was very detailed, he had anticipated many things.

But he wasn’t happy without torturing someone; it didn’t feel like an interrogation.

“Okay, I see your sincerity. Remove those Plants from him, and then hang him on a cross and don’t let him sleep.”

After giving his instructions, Lu Buping and Ye Xingzhou prepared to leave. The Secretary-General, happy for a moment that the nettles had been removed, was stunned. He was so tired he wanted to sleep, but he wasn’t allowed to?

“Lu Buping! I’ll f ing kill you!”

“Heh.”

Lu Buping said without turning back: “There’s an old saying: If you’re no good, don’t blame Lu Buping.”