21st Century Necromancer-Chapter 784 - 780: The Late-stage Gastric Cancer Suicide (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The man who was brought back to the police station had never imagined that by merely trying to help a young girl out of the goodness of his heart, he would end up failing to take his own life and being taken directly to the police station.

"Why did you go to that warehouse? Where did you get the drugs on you? What exactly was your purpose in going there? Were the previous two cases committed by you?" The police interrogated the man seriously. His identity was not difficult to investigate; he was the owner of the work identity card found at the scene of the corpse-burning case, and he was also the victim of the corpse-burning case that Officer Maori and others had previously believed.

The man who should have been a corpse was now alive in front of them, and the corpse mentioned in the emergency call had turned into a living person who had attempted suicide. It was hard for anyone to believe that there wasn’t a conspiracy or hidden story at play.

Officer Maori was currently frustrated by the lack of leads and the investigation at a stalemate. Now with a breakthrough in front of him, he was naturally prepared to burn the midnight oil to pry clues from the man’s lips.

However, why would a man ready to commit suicide care about a police interrogation? Aside from admitting his identity and telling the police he went there to commit suicide, the man refused to say anything else.

Faced with this situation, other than having his subordinates quickly investigate the man’s background, Officer Maori had no choice but to continue the interrogation.

"Why did you want to commit suicide? And to specifically go to that warehouse to do it?" Officer Maori was getting a bit irate; anyone would be a little frustrated after asking questions for hours to someone unwilling to speak, "What’s the relationship between you and the person who called in the emergency previously? Why did she call the emergency for you? Do the previous two deaths have anything to do with you?"

"I just wanted to commit suicide, is it a crime to choose a place I like to die in?" the man said indifferently, as if Officer Maori’s questions were not directed at him.

"It’s not illegal to commit suicide, but that’s private property, and entering someone else’s private place without permission gives me a reason to suspect you had a criminal purpose!" The man’s response happened to play into Officer Maori’s hands, who immediately capitalized on the weakness in his statement, "That warehouse belongs to a woodcarving artist, and it contains valuable woodcarving artworks. We have every reason to suspect you were attempting to commit theft!" freewebnøvel.com

This accusation was, of course, made up out of thin air, but the man found it difficult to contradict Officer Maori’s words, since he couldn’t say that he didn’t want to steal anything, just that he wanted to die there.

In a place as big as Tokyo, if one wanted to attract attention, they could jump from the Tokyo Tower, or if they wanted to die unnoticed, they could go to the Sea of Trees around Mount Fuji, or if they wanted to take revenge on society, they could lay on the train tracks in the subway… There were simply too many places and methods available for suicide.

With so many ways and places to die to choose from, to especially pick a warehouse used for storing woodcarvings for a suicide either meant that he had a grudge against the owner of the warehouse or there was another motive.

The man had to provide the real purpose of visiting that warehouse if he wanted to argue that he wasn’t there to steal anything.

Of course, the man had thought of this, and so after opening his mouth to object, he chose to close it again and remained silent.

Seeing his demeanor, Officer Maori felt assured that there was indeed a hidden story.

This discovery invigorated Officer Maori’s spirit and renewed hopes of solving the case, making him all the more determined to pry open the man’s lips.

Just then, one of his subordinates walked in with a report, saying to Officer Maori, "Inspector, the results of the drug found on his person are in. It’s Fentanyl, a controlled, highly potent anesthetic and painkiller usually only used in surgical operations. This substance is classified internationally as a third-generation narcotic drug, with a large injection able to cause immediate death."

"Cause death? Did he really intend to commit suicide?" Officer Maori was now convinced of the man’s intention to commit suicide, but his motive and reasons for doing so still required investigation.

However, just as Officer Maori prepared to question him further, the man suddenly clutched his stomach and a pained expression appeared on his face.

"What’s wrong with you?!" Officer Maori quickly noticed the man’s discomfort, hurried to inquire, and stood up to approach him.

But before Officer Maori could fully stand up, the man spat out a mouthful of blood onto the table, staining the confession in front of Officer Maori a bright red.

"Hey! Are you okay?" Officer Maori and a nearby subordinate quickly held the man, observing his pale complexion which didn’t seem feigned, and he quickly shouted to his subordinate, "What are you waiting for? Call an ambulance!"

In the midst of the commotion with Officer Maori and the subordinates, the man clutched his stomach and passed out.

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When the man woke up, he was in the hospital.

"Late-stage gastric cancer, which has spread throughout the body—it’s no wonder you wanted to commit suicide," a voice spoke from beside the bed. The man looked over with difficulty and saw a doctor in a white coat standing there.

The man tried to say something but found he couldn’t speak at all.

Seeing his condition, the doctor explained, "You are now in the hospital. Back at the police station, a tumor in your stomach caused a ruptured blood vessel, leading to massive bleeding. It’s lucky you were brought in on time for us to save you."

Hearing the doctor’s explanation, a trace of regret and resentment appeared in the man’s eyes as if questioning the doctor why he had saved him.

"I don’t know why you want to commit suicide, but what I want to say is that your condition is not without hope of survival. But if you give up on living, then you truly have no hope," the doctor looked at the man as if frustrated with his apathy, "Suicide isn’t just about you. Before you die, think about your family, your friends, all the people who care about you and love you! Think about the harm your death would do to them!"

After finishing, the doctor checked the man’s condition, instructed a nearby nurse to keep a close watch, and then left the room.

Officer Maori, who had been waiting in the hallway for some time, hurriedly approached the doctor and asked, "Doctor, how is he doing? When can we question him?"

"He is stable for now, but it’s late-stage cancer. Even if we can suppress the tumor cells with the newly released anti-cancer drug, the cancer has already metastasized throughout his body; he doesn’t have much time left," the doctor explained to Officer Maori with a furrowed brow, adding, "If you want to treat his condition, I suggest you contact Professor Chen Yu at Tokyo University Hospital. He is an authority in this field, the inventor of the new anti-cancer drug. He might have a way to save the patient’s life. As for questioning, you can do that once his condition has stabilized."