The station captain was under pressure from his superiors because the police officers still couldn''t get Nichs to talk.


    When he learned that Alyssa wanted to try negotiating with Nichs, he decided solving the case was more important than following protocol. Although Alyssa wasn''t a professional negotiator, he made an exception and allowed her to meet with Nichs for a chat.


    Jasper and Cyrus watched Alyssa''s confrontation with Nichs through a one-way mirror in the observation room next to the interrogation room. Their faces were grim and filled with concern.


    In the interrogation room, Nichs stared emotionlessly at Alyssa. "Ms. Alyssa, I''ve confessed everything I need to confess. I don''t think we have anything left to discuss."


    "Chief Novak," Alyssa began.


    "Please don''t call me that. Here, I''m just a cold-blooded murder suspect," Nichs mocked.


    Even as a prisoner, he retained his elegance-decades as an official had imbued him with an air of calmness that wouldn''t disappear overnight.


    "Alright, Mr. Novak, then," Alyssa conceded. Her gaze held warmth and respect. "I know you didn''t end up here because you''re evil. It was because you had no other choice."


    "You''re wrong. All my decisions were my own," Nichs insisted. A corner of his lip twitched. "Ms. Alyssa, I only agreed to this meeting because you once saved my wife. I''ve confessed to my crimes and won''t borate further. Please leave."


    On the other side of the mirror, Jasper gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.


    Sensing Jasper''s nervousness, Cyrus patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Don''t worry, Jasper. I''m sure Lyse knows what she''s doing."


    Alyssa took a deep breath topose herself. She ced a report in front of Nichs.


    "What''s this?" Nichs asked, lowering his eyes.


    "This is an analysis report from a reputable institution on the new medication you consider your lifesaver," Alyssa exined coldly. Nichs'' eyes flickered, and his cold fa?ade wavered slightly.


    "You were so protective of the mastermind, evenmitting crimes for him. You did it all to save your wife, who has Alzheimer''s.


    "But you never stopped to think that this so-called ''research'' for a new medication was a sham from the start," Alyssa continued, her voice calm yet her eyes sharp. Her words pierced through Nichs'' defenses.


    "What do you mean? What scam?" Nichs demanded, his jaws clenching.


    "The report clearly states that the new medication is nothing more than a sedative," Alyssa continued in a low voice. "Not only is it entirely ineffective for Alzheimer''s, but it also has dangerous side effects. An overdose could even be fatal.


    "Since the medication entered the market, many people who took it have suffered seizures and even died. Compared to other sedatives, it''s moreplex. It even contains bannedponents and is highly addictive. This is essentially a new type of drug, not a medication!"


    The word "drug" struck Nichs like a blow. As a policeman, drugs were his sworn enemy. He never imagined being associated with


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    "Impossible! You''re lying!" Nichs roared. "This report is fake! You''re trying to trick me to talk! It''s a bluff!"


    In the observation room, Cyrus frowned. "He''s falling for it. He''s close to revealing the murders are connected to the medication research."


    Jasper nodded grimly. "Nichs is a pawn, clearing obstacles for the mastermind so the ''experiment'' can proceed smoothly."


    "It''s a shame a decorated policemissioner like him would join forces with the enemy," Cyrus said.


    Jasper fixed his gaze on Alyssa. "That wasn''t his intention. He was just desperate to save his wife."


    Cyrus sighed in frustration. "While that''s pitiful, it remains utterly disgusting and infuriating!"


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    "I have no reason to deceive you. You''re already deeply implicated with this mastermind. Surely, you''ve had your doubts. All those who the medication suffered immensely. Haven''t you ever questioned it?" Alyssa pressed, seizing the moment. en.s


    Her words struck a chord with Nichs. He leaned back abruptly, his eyes reddening.


    Deep down, he had always doubted. Yet, he had never found the courage to question Jameson. Besides, his ignorance offered a fragile hope that Natalie could be cured.


    After Jameson took his medication, he continued approving documents in the chairman''s office at Schmidt Group.


    Despite his entricities, he exhibited a strong work ethic and dedication. Among Sna City''s workaholics, he ranked second only to Jasper.


    His phone on the table buzzed, pulling his attention. A nce at the screen drained the color from Jameson''s face.


    "Hello, Ms. Gillis," he answered, his voice barely a whisper.


    "Mr. Schmidt," Sheryl''s voice dripped with sarcasm, "your trusted underling is now in police custody, a considerable thorn in your side. Mr. Justin is understandably concerned about your situation." Jameson''s grip on his pen tightened until his knuckles turned white. "Please assure him I''ll handle everything appropriately."


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    Cyrris," she said. "It hinders Mr. Justin''s recovery. He''s grown increasingly homesick these past two years. He yearns to return to Sofana City soon."


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    Her voice lowered. "However, your current situation makes his safe return difficult. Mr. Schmidt, you''ve deeply disappointed us."