Chapter eight hundred and fortieth indifferent bystanders
The police are questioning the survivors of the game one by one.
Of course, not as a police officer, but as a psychiatrist.
The reason used was also because we were worried that players would be left with psychological shadows when encountering such a dangerous situation, so a psychologist was specially arranged to provide guidance.
Of course, there are some who believe in this reason and some who don’t.
But whether they believe it or not, everyone acted honestly after entering the room.
But there are also some uncontrollable and thorny people.
"I have something to say, but I don't know if I should say it..." The man with platinum blond hair, gray eyes, and gold-rimmed glasses had a gentle smile.
"What are you talking about?" The policeman, who was wearing the identity of a psychiatrist, sat up straight.
Could it be that the other party wanted to tell them some hidden clues?
"Don't look at me like this. I'm also a medical student who graduated from Dongda University, so... in my opinion, you don't look like a psychiatrist. Judging from the distribution of the calluses on your fingers, you are more effective than a doctor."
Pen, have you held the gun for a longer time? Even if you are the chief surgeon, the callus formed after holding the scalpel for a long time is not like this..." Kitagawa Murakami's smile was very approachable and friendly.
But it made Takagi Wataru, who was a psychiatrist, lose his smile.
I feel very embarrassed inside at this moment.
What should I do if a layperson pretends to be a psychiatrist but is seen through by a real expert?!
Officer Megure, help me!
I've already told you that I'm not good at acting!
"Don't be nervous, I have no intention of exposing it, and I am even very willing to cooperate with the police investigation." Osamu Kitagawa continued.
"...Thank you for your cooperation." Takagi Wataru said dryly.
"If a psychiatrist is needed, what do the police think of me? I am also a professional." Kitagawa Murakami recommended himself.
"...This...I need to ask my superiors..." Takagi Wataru continued to say dryly.
A text message was sent to his mobile phone.
He took a look at the content above and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Kitagawa, welcome to join us. I hope you can find more helpful clues for the police." Takagi Wataru almost couldn't wait to take off his white coat, revealing the suit underneath, and stood up from his seat.
After doing all this, he seemed to be relieved and completely relaxed.
Kitagawa Murakami glanced at the white coat that the other party had taken off, lowered his eyes to hide his emotions, and put on the white coat without changing his expression.
He sat on the spot where Takagi Wataru was sitting before.
Compared to Takagi Wataru, he looks like a true medical elite.
"Please help me call the next person in." He ordered Takagi Wataru with a smile.
"Okay, I understand. Takagi Shita is very cooperative.
Rather than playing a psychiatrist or something like that, he is better at beating people up.
The newly appointed police assistant Dr. Kitagawa started his work.
In another room.
The blond boy was sitting in his seat, his expression cold and full of resistance, making it clear that he was difficult to get along with.
"Nikaido Takuichi, you..." the policeman, who also played the role of a psychiatrist, spoke with familiarity.
He has already asked many people before the other person, and has already practiced the method of questioning.
So I am very confident.
Naturally, Wataru Takagi cannot be the only one playing the role of a psychiatrist.
It is best to interview all the more than 5,000 survivors within three days. The police have arranged for dozens of people to come here just to speed up the process.
"You're not a psychiatrist," the blond boy said coldly.
"You...cough...why do you think so?" The policeman couldn't help coughing, barely suppressing his surprise, and asked calmly.
"Of course I am a psychiatrist, a licensed one." He even took out the psychiatrist's certificate and license from his pocket.
Although they are all fake, they look very convincing.
"You are not a psychiatrist, you are a policeman." The blond boy just glanced at the ID, looked away indifferently, and said firmly.
"Why do you think I'm a policeman?" The policeman frowned.
This boy...knows something?
"I saw you at Mihua Police Station." The blond boy said after taking a look at the other person.
In his past, he had met each other.
At that time, Nikaido Takuichi did not have the name Migru, he was just Nikaido Takuichi.
He came to the police station with bruises all over his body and asked for help.
The answers I got were, 'It's just a joke between friends', 'Let's discuss it in private', 'We are all friends, don't make the relationship too tense', 'If you make trouble like this, you may not have any friends in the future'
At that time, this police officer was sitting in the seat next to another police officer.
The search for help ended when those people found out about it and blocked Nikaido Takuichi again and beat him up.
Since then, Nikaido Takuichi has never been to the police station again, nor has he ever tried to seek help from anyone else.
But he remembered all the faces of the policemen who were at the police station at that time.
"Have you seen me at Mihua Police Station? Have you ever come to the police station to seek help? Did we help you at that time?" the policeman asked with an amiable smile.
"Of course, it helped me a lot." The blond boy finally restrained his indifferent attitude and said with a shy smile.
It made him completely give up the idea of asking others for help.
It's indeed a great help.
I almost forgot about these people.
Those who took action died, but these bystanders are still alive and well...
Nikaido Takuichi suppressed his inner self and controlled his violent emotions.
"It's great to be able to help you. This is the responsibility of our police..." the man said.
"As a police officer, you are pretending to be a psychiatrist. You must be on a mission. Maybe I can provide some help..." The blond boy took the initiative.
"Do you know any clues?" The man suddenly became excited.
"I don't know, but the police probably suspected that someone among us who survived the game had hidden clues, so they used their identity as a psychiatrist to find out about the situation. In this case, I'm here to help.
Let's go." Nikaido Takuichi showed the excellent observation skills and qualities of a top student.
"You may be wary of doctors and police, but you probably won't be so wary of your companions. Let me see if I can find out some information." He expressed his willingness to cooperate with the police very proactively.
"That's true. Thank you so much, Nikaido-san." The man said gratefully.
"You're welcome, this is just my belated thanks. I didn't have the strength to thank you before, but now I can do something for the police, which is really satisfying." Nikaido Takuichi said seriously and full of gratitude.
It was as if he was really grateful to the police.
"It would be great if everyone was like Nikaido-san..." The man couldn't help but sigh.
"Yes, it would be great if that was really the case." The blond boy smiled shyly and his green eyes were very clean.
If that were the case, you policemen would all be dead.