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"First of all, was it really an accident?" I asked while taking out a small note.

I asked us to go outside to make the atmosphere more conducive (as well as to keep him awake. Learning from past investigative experiences, it's much more effective to question people who aren't high).

Instead, this Becker stole a bottle of alcohol to drink outside.

His eyes were now wide open, and if he fell further (and he would), then things would be even more troublesome.

"No pleasantries first?"

"We don't have the time, do we, sir?"

Becker chuckled. A chuckle that slowly faded and was replaced by a heavy-handed reply. "You've heard the rumours, and you know the answers, why ask again?"

"I need confirmation."

Becker shrugged. "Fair enough." He took a swig, sighed, and burped. "She was murdered. I don't know by whom. Some sane people suspect those two little bastards. Although they have innocent looks, but after all, they were the only ones there. Tell me, is it possible for someone to be found decapi