Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

The Caucasian man was not too surprised and said coldly, "You used my feelings for Angela to arrest me. That's really shameful."

Raymond seemed dissatisfied, "What do you mean by that? Why do you talk as if we are the bad guys, and who killed Angela? Tell me?"

The corner of the Caucasian man's mouth twitched, but he just glared at Raymond and Luke, unable to answer.

Luke pulled out handcuffs, "Since you don't want to talk here, let's change the location."

Having been in the square all day and buffeted by the wind, he had wanted to leave long ago.

Upon hearing that Luke and Raymond had caught the suspect, David, Raymond, and Jenny all gathered around.

The group escorted the suspect back to the detective bureau.

After returning to the detective bureau, Jenny and Raymond took the suspect to handle the custody procedures.

They also collected the suspect's DNA sample and dental impressions.

Luke and Raymond ate burgers, took a brief rest, and prepared to interrogate the suspect.

...

An hour later in the interrogation room of the detective bureau.

The suspect was shackled to the interrogation chair, his gaze sweeping around.

Unlike other suspects, who appeared nervous and panicked upon arriving for interrogation, his expression was indifferent, as if he was not very concerned about everything around him.

"Creak..."

The door of the interrogation room opened, and Raymond and Luke walked in.

Luke sat behind the interrogation table and got straight to the point, "What is your name?"

"Kafro Terry," the Caucasian man responded, then asked, "How did you catch me?"

Luke said dismissively, "The police are very clear about your modus operandi and the details of your crime. Catching you was just a matter of course."

Kafro glared at Luke, "Why are you arresting me?"

"We suspect you were involved in a murder case."

"What evidence do you have?"

"The police have already collected your dental impressions and DNA; once the results come in, we can formally charge you.

If you confess now, you could still secure a favorable plea deal.

Trust me, it's in your best interest to speak now."

"I don't know what to say."

Luke asked, "Was it you who killed Angela?"

Kafro closed his eyes and remained silent.

Raymond said, "Hey kid, don't think you can escape legal punishment by staying silent; we have gathered enough evidence to convict you in court even if you don't speak."

"You really want to hear me talk?"

"Of course."

"Then I'll tell you a story."

Luke made an attentive gesture, knowing the worst scenario in an interrogation is when a suspect remains silent and unresponsive.

As long as he is willing to talk, it could always be linked to the case. True statements are useful to the police, and lies would also reveal problems.

Then Kafro immersed himself in memories.

[A few years ago.

In a suburb of Los Angeles, a vampire castle.

This was a horror house themed around vampires, located on the southern side of the amusement park, backed by a cliff, and never exposed to sunlight.

A boy in his early teens followed his parents to the amusement park. Looking at the castle, he expressed surprise, "Mom, I want to play inside the castle."

Entering the vampire castle required a separate admission ticket.

The boy wanted to go inside, but the price of the tickets was not cheap; three tickets exceeded his parents' budget.

The boy's mother was worried he would be scared going alone and reluctant to buy too many tickets, so she wanted to take her son away. However, the boy insisted on entering the vampire castle.

Eventually, the boy's parents compromised.

They bought a single ticket for their son, who walked enthusiastically toward the vampire castle.

With a creak, the castle's gate opened.

A chilling breeze blew out from the castle, and indistinct noises reached his ears. At first, it sounded like laughter, but upon closer listening, it seemed like crying—eerily so.

This only ignited the boy's curiosity further, and he boldly walked into the castle.

With a 'clang,' the heavy wooden doors closed.

The boy seemed a bit scared at that moment.

But now making a fuss about leaving, fearing ridicule, he could only muster his courage and move forward.

It was a somewhat dilapidated courtyard, the castle's exterior walls piled up with stones, reminiscent of a medieval style.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, and dotted with some small raised mounds scattered about.

The boy walked past the mounds, boldly moving forward, aiming to quickly traverse this place and exit the castle.

The boy passed through the small yard and approached the door inside the castle.

He boldly pushed open the castle door,

The door was heavy, requiring immense effort to open.

The interior of the castle was dimly lit, damp, and had a musty smell.

In the hall lay a coffin.

Fear appeared on the boy's face, but to enter and exit through the back of the castle, he had to pass beside the coffin.

Taking a deep breath, the boy bravely stepped into the castle hall.

The coffin seemed motionless, and the boy dared not look around anymore. He felt as if something was watching him and quickly moved forward, trying to get through this place as quickly as possible.

The boy kept his distance from the coffin, walking along the wall side, reaching the end of the hall to another door, furiously pushing it, but this time, the door didn't budge.

At that moment, the boy heard a noise.

It was coming from behind, sounding like friction. The boy turned around only to see the coffin he had just passed was moving.

More precisely, the lid of the coffin was slowly opening.