[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

Chapter 81

——Now Victor finally got the "full experience" he wanted.After four hours of sitting alone in the dark interrogation room, that was the first clear thought that popped into Yuuri's mind.

They've done a lot of things, beating up some punks, stabbing a loan shark, and having sex with a drink, but nothing like this situation: sitting in an interrogation room with The handcuffs, staring at the faint shadow in the big mirror in a daze, are gone.Whatever crazy ideas Victor had written down on that "to-do list," he should have no regrets right now.

After all, not everyone has the opportunity to be arrested as a murderer and his accomplices.Yuuri tried to open his eyes wide, but he still yawned—he was so sleepy, a full, eight-hour-plus sleep seemed so far away that it seemed like a lifetime away, and through the tears in his eyes, he looked at himself in the mirror : The hair that has been styled is spiky, and the clothes are weirder than imagined. The young man in the mirror has a decadent and tired face. His shoulders are slung, and his elbows rest on the arm of the chair so that he does not slip onto the table. go below.

I look like a junkie.he thought, and his eyes closed involuntarily.Maybe someone was watching him through the one-way glass, waiting for him to break down.

He yawned again and rubbed his eyes.He put his arms on the table and buried his head in the crooks of his arms.

He is really too tired, too tired, so tired that even the emotional world has been far away from him, and now he just wants to have a good sleep.

"He's about to collapse." Buddy Stridge, who captured the suspect in one fell swoop, said to Police Officer Louis Smith confidently. The two of them stood in the observation room and looked at the Asian youth through the one-way glass. The latter lay prone on the table, buried his face in his arms, and looked like a little stray dog.

"I can't say that well..." Police Officer Smith replied with a very hesitant tone. A few hours ago, Mrs. Smith finally caught up with the police station and yelled at her husband in her natal southern accent. Whores and drug dealers all cheered.But Police Officer Smith is now refreshed and his speech has regained its order. Mrs. Smith has contributed a lot to this matter. "He seems to be asleep."

Stritch was not happy with the opinion. "You're just here to watch," he reminded, "Are you sure it's him?"

"I'm sure," Officer Smith replied, "but I just... I think we should think again."

"What's the problem?" said Stritch, licking his big die uneasily. "This is our case, man. You don't want to take credit, do you?"

"What? Gosh, nothing!" Smith exclaimed, "but I just thought... better keep it open, you know what I mean? Better, as they say, find the identities that were left at the theater Prove something, you know, Simpson and all the other..."

"Come on," Stritch waved his hand impatiently. "You're obstructing our case now, Louie. Are you trying to stall for time so they can be transferred?"

"What? Me? Are you crazy?" Police Officer Smith shouted, "This wasn't your case in the first place. If they can prove their identities, the established task force will send people here."

But his argument was interrupted by Stritch, who pursed his thick lips to cover the big dies, and moved his lips with his hands to make a sound of "pow la por la por la por la" and Officer Smith had no choice but to remain silent. up.

That's when the door opened and the face of Officer Wilburs appeared behind it, looking very excited, with a ring of donut flour smeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey buddy," he said, "are you ready to meet 'His Royal Highness' again?"

"I can't wait!" Stritch replied, following Bess, who looked like a big orange rolling on a bamboo pole.

"...idiot." When they all walked away, Officer Smith muttered something, his eyes returned to the interrogation room - the boy was already awake, rubbing his stomach with his head down, he didn't look like He is a person who can tolerate murderers, as does his silver-haired friend. Officer Smith also experienced several serial murders when he first became a policeman in the 80s. Bleeding and floating, Officer Smith woke up sweating profusely from nightmares several times.

"Damn it," grumbled Officer Smith, "The Tricksters got the wrong guy."

"Do you know what happens to a man like you in prison?"

Viktor Nikiforov raised his eyes and glanced at the two poor police officers across the table.They are one tall, one short, one fat and one thin. They look more like C3PO and R2D2.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing lowly, imagining the scene when he found this high-speed Yuuri.That guy must be staring angrily, blushing and searching for Star Trek memes to fight back.

Constable Bess patted the table, his ginger beard curled up in anger, "Is this a joke to you, Your Highness? Answer the question!"

"Yes, yes—" Victor said lazily, he said in a tone that seemed to be reciting, without any ups and downs: "'I will be the male favorite of the prison boss on the first day, and I will be spoiled every night Cry'—right?"

Officer Beth looked very proud. He stood on tiptoe and stroked his mustache, "That's right! It seems that you learned a lot from our last interrogation!"

Constable Stritch looked at his partner bitterly. "He's laughing at you!" he screeched, turning to Victor. "Is this a joke to you?"

"Actually, not at all," Victor replied, "but I happen to know a very funny police joke about a drug dealer, a cop, and a unicorn walking into a Scottish pub..."

Before he could share the story, the two officers roared together.

"Stop your tricks, Ivan!" cried Constable Bess. "You're at the end of your rope!"

"If you don't cooperate, do you know what will happen to a person like you in prison?" Officer Stritch chimed in.

"Seriously, guys?" Victor said. "For the third time, you're asking me that question. Are you really interested in making friends in prison, or do you have no updated interrogation techniques?"

The two constables stared at him, both furious.

After a while, and after ample deliberation, Sergeant Bess said, "This is a game for you—"

"Oh my god!" Victor couldn't help it anymore, "You two are going to kill me! No, this is not a joke! Yes, I know how good-looking people are treated in prison. Watch Prison Break! If you two will give my school superintendent a call, or simply go backstage at the theater and look for my coat, I promise we'll be sitting on our bed in our own bedroom in an hour and we're done. What a day!" The two police officers stared at Victor closely with their small eyes, once again lost in thought, if the windows98 system had facial features, it would probably have the faces of Officer Beth and Officer Stritch , the system is crashing right now. "Understood?" Victor asked in the patient tone he would face the dumbest student in class.

"Understood," said Constable Beth, who exclaimed, "You're trying to stall!"

Constable Sturridge followed him to the scene: "Oh my God, you're trying to stall! For a second I wanted to hear that joke!" He looked at Victor accusingly, as if deceived emotion.

Victor was at a loss for words in a rare way—he began to suspect that these two idiots were actually actors hired by the TV station. This wouldn't be the kind of hidden camera program that deliberately tested human nature, would it?

No, definitely not, Victor immediately denied his idea, no one can pretend to be so natural, except the real fool.

He's suddenly tired - he's had a very stressful day and a very exhausting night, and after that emotionally charged conversation with Yuuri at the back door of the bar, he feels like he's overdrawn up.His temples were throbbing, he really didn't have any more energy to deal with two fools.

"I'm going to call," Victor said. "I want to see my lawyer."

"You can answer the questions obediently, and then you can make a call." Police Officer Beth said.

"Unless I see my lawyer, I'm not going to answer any questions."

"You can't see a lawyer unless you answer questions."

Viktor heaves a long sigh, and it's starting to feel less fun--up until a few minutes ago, it was part of experiencing life, but now he just wants to get out of love and get back to Yuuri--after all he's been through , the only lives worth experiencing are those with Yuuri.

He wants to go back to the big hotel bed and watch a movie with Yuuri, the two of them snuggled together, neither of them wanting to ask for another blanket, or get under the covers - because that would be too intimate, like they just made it As if something good had happened—he wanted to hold Yuuri in his arms, or have Yuuri hold him in his arms, he wanted to kiss that mouth that kept uttering cruel words, to draw some strength from it...

Great, I'm starting to get unhinged.Victor thought angrily.Forget what happened a few hours ago? "I can give you a little time, just not too much, don't interrupt my life" - whatever Yuuri actually said, that's pretty much what he meant, right?If his endurance is a road with no end in sight, he has already driven the car to the edge of the cliff.

I tried to be patient.I've tried pleading, I've tried rhetoric—I've tried everything.

The most exaggerated thing is that he can almost feel that in Yuuri's heart, it's not that he has no feelings for himself. Maybe Chris is right in the end, maybe their tender night has changed something, or maybe Yuuri still has a little bit of his first love. He couldn't forget, anyway, he didn't have feelings for Victor—not that he didn't feel nothing.Viktor is almost certain that for a few moments, he sees the same thing in Yuuri's eyes as his own.But Yuuri just refuses to admit that those things are there, no matter what those feelings are, his attitude is to avoid them.

This avoidance made Victor feel aggrieved and painful.Like no matter what Yuuri feels, Viktor isn't worth being brave in his mind - like those luxury sports cars that ordinary people can't afford, it's one thing to want, but it's not worth the effort.

Officer Stritch slapped the table, startled himself, and finally got Victor's attention back.

"Your real name is Ivan Witrovich. Since May NO.15, you have committed a total of eight murders along Route 130 [-], and one attempted murder. You mainly pick and place orders at rest stops and gas stations. tourists as victims, do you confess?"

"My real name is Victor Nikiforo. I'm a university teacher. On May 15, I was still attending an academic conference in Los Angeles. There were more than fifty witnesses." Victor said wearily, "Check it out and you'll know Yes, I can give you the number of the hotel, my head of school, my assistant, the number of the milkshake place you want me to go to I can give you."

"You're beautiful then, aren't you?" Constable Beth said. "You got away with lying to the police in Stuart Town two weeks ago with the help of your accomplice Yuuri Katsuki. Is there anything like that?"

Viktor took a deep breath, his spirit gathering a little when Yuuri's name was mentioned.

"I can explain." He said, "That's..." It was all because of Sara Crispino saying "the police here are very bureaucratic", but Victor didn't want to put the blame on a little girl, and he couldn't lie to himself that That's the whole reason: the real reason is just the same, because he's arrogant and arrogant, and he's with Yuuri, and he's with every high school that rumbles the car on purpose to scare the girl in the co-pilot who's screaming Like life, he yearned to do something out of the ordinary, with Yuuri, as if that would make up for the years he'd lost and the adventures he wasn't there for.When Yuuri does it with him, it makes his blood pump, his blood boil—

"That was a pompous joke," he said, "I would like to apologize and accept all the trouble and loss caused to the Stewart Township Police Department, it was my idea and had nothing to do with Yuuri - he is my student , he was just obeying the teacher's orders."

"You're traveling with students?" Stritch couldn't help but say, "Ooh—" Bess gave him a glare.

"So you're fully responsible?" he said, his voice smug.

"I take full responsibility," Victor said, "in this case, but I'm not a murderer—you can just Google my name."

"He betrayed you." When Officer Beth approached Yuuri's interrogation room, this was the first sentence he said, with his hands behind his back, he looked proud and proud, "It's all done, put the blame on you , Said it was all your fault."

Yuuri looked up blankly and glanced at him.

"what?"

Officer Bess gave a thumbs up to his back, "Your accomplice has already collapsed. He has resorted to all methods. He said it was all your idea. You want to go to jail, buddy. You know what will happen to a person like you in prison." Is it the end?"

Yuuri stared at his face, ginger mustache up and down, kind of like Bugs Bunny.

"……what?"

"I'm telling you the truth, brother," Constable Stritch chimed in, "You little boy who goes to prison, will become the boss's favorite man in two seconds, and will be ruined to the point of crying every night since then. unless……"

"Unless you can recruit something to overthrow him, you know?" Bess said, "Cooperate honestly, I can..."

"What's wrong with you..." Yuuri couldn't help but say, "Wait a minute, you two are actors, right? We're recording a freakshow with a hidden camera, right?"

"Hey!" cried Stritch, "Is this a joke to you?!"

"Looks like it," Yuuri replied, he hadn't eaten or drank for hours, had gone to the toilet two hours ago, and he was pissed off, his voice hoarse like an imitation of Al Pasi Nord Phichit, he can really punch people now. "Listen, it's really a misunderstanding, my name is Yuuri Katsuki and my friend's name is Viktor Nikiforov - why are you looking at me like that?"

Constable Beth sneered.

"So pretending to be a policeman in Stuart Town is also a misunderstanding?"

Yuuri bites his tongue, but he says right away, "That was all my idea, and I'm willing to take full responsibility for it—but you really got the wrong guy!"

The two police officers looked at each other.

"You're stubborn," Constable Beth said. "We're going to leave you here to reflect—you just sit in the dark and figure out how to please the prison boss."

The two of them leave, leaving Yuuri looking at himself in the mirror - angry at himself for being powerless right now.

Just then, the sound of a doorknob turning caught his attention.The door of the interrogation room was pushed open, and the face of Mila Babitcheva appeared behind the door.

"Hey Yuuri," she whispered, sprinting in, arched low, "how are you?"