Morioh Central Hospital, Special Isolation Interrogation Room.
This was no ordinary patient room, but a specially modified interrogation room.
The walls were not only padded but also embedded with one-way mirrors, and high-definition cameras in the corners silently rotated, their red lights blinking, recording everything in the room.
Outside the room, guards monitored 24/7, armed and ready to suppress the prisoner at any moment.
Kishibe Rohan was placed in a custom-made interrogation chair, his hands and feet secured by relatively humane restraints to prevent aggravating the severe injuries inflicted by Star Platinum.
The injury to his chin had been treated, but his face remained pale. Yet, the defiance in his eyes hadn't diminished in the slightest; he was still the image of an arrogant, mad mangaka, looking at Iwakura Yusuke and the others with disdain.
This was not the first interrogation.
Over the past few hours, Iwakura Yusuke and his subordinates had taken turns, attempting to pry information from Kishibe Rohan.
Coercion, inducement, fatigue interrogation… almost all conventional methods had been exhausted; they had even resorted to quite a few torture methods.
In fact, they had initially planned to use torture methods like the tiger bench and finger-linking torture, or at least a part of them, knowing that once the Stand user named Higashikata Josuke recovered, he could directly heal everything.
But that person was rumored to be unable to recover anytime soon and couldn't use his Stand for healing, forcing them to abandon this idea and opt for gentler interrogation methods.
After all, the ability to control a person's subconscious was extremely valuable, and their superiors attached great importance to this prisoner, not allowing anything to happen to him.
However, Rohan was extremely stubborn, either remaining silent or evading questions with sarcastic and abstract artistic concepts, leaving the interrogators dizzy and confused.
After discussion, they concluded that any information extorted this way would likely be false, so they ultimately chose to give up.
After all, this guy was truly absurd. According to their observations, he seemed to have lost his sense of pain… And he vehemently denied any direct involvement in the explosion, only admitting that he was "investigating town rumors for manga material" and attributing all descriptions of "Kira" to "creative inspiration" and "crazy talk heard from interviewees."
At this moment, Iwakura Yusuke once again sat opposite Rohan, his face even gloomier than before.
The heavy losses from the suburban investigation weighed on his heart like a massive stone, and this unyielding mangaka in front of him only fueled his rage, making him want to lash out at him.
"Kishibe Rohan," Iwakura's voice was tinged with suppressed frustration, "my patience is limited. Something else happened in the suburbs; several of my men died! Does this have anything to do with you, or your 'Kira'?! "
Rohan lifted his eyelids, glancing at him languidly. "How many times have I said it? I don't know anything about the suburbs, and I don't know why your men died.
As for 'Kira'? Perhaps he's a pervert who likes to play with explosions in the suburbs? Who knows. Why don't you go catch him instead of wasting time interrogating me, the victim?"
His tone was full of sarcasm, thoroughly enraging the frustrated man.
"Your ability is extremely dangerous! You can control others, read memories! Who can guarantee that what happened in the suburbs wasn't secretly manipulated by you?!" the adjutant beside him shouted sharply, his brow furrowed, his tone stern and fierce.
"Heh," Rohan sneered, his gaze sweeping over these foolish government personnel. "If I truly had the ability to kill from a distance, would I be tied up here like a dumpling by you? Use your brains, officers."
The interrogation once again reached an impasse, and Iwakura knew that continuing like this would yield no results.
"You now have two choices…"
He suppressed his anger and gave his adjutant a look.
The adjutant understood, taking out a transparent evidence bag containing a notebook with a burnt corner, carefully recovered from the ruins of Rohan's mansion, and a short pencil.
These had been painstakingly found and delivered by SPW staff. Although there was no useful information on them, they might be very appealing to Kishibe Rohan.
"This is yours, isn't it?" Iwakura placed the evidence bag on the table. "Perhaps you'd like to continue your 'creation' here? Write something, for example… everything you know. This will be good for you."
In an interrogation room full of surveillance, providing limited writing tools and observing the other party's reaction was itself a form of probing.
Rohan's gaze lingered on the notebook and pencil for a moment, his pupils contracting imperceptibly.
An opportunity! Although the environment was harsh, this was better than he expected! He needed to touch those pages; as long as he did, he would have a chance to counterattack.
But on the Surface, he showed an expression of disgust. "In a place like this? With surveillance? What do you take me for? A monkey in a circus?"
"This is your chance to prove your innocence, or rather… to show a cooperative attitude," Iwakura said coldly.
"And your other choice is… I assume your sexual orientation is normal, right? Although I don't know how you managed to block your pain, I imagine you haven't changed your sexual orientation, have you?"
Kishibe Rohan's heart tightened, and he looked at Iwakura opposite him with a shocked expression. He couldn't even control his facial expression, while the other man's expression was indeed very calm. He could tell that the other party was serious.
Rohan was silent for a moment, cursing the scoundrel in his heart. He let out a reluctant huff, "…Hmph, bring it over. It's certainly boring just sitting here."
The adjutant stepped forward, carefully opened the evidence bag, and placed the notebook and pencil on the small table attached to the interrogation chair. The technical personnel behind the surveillance also heightened their vigilance, staring intently at the screen.
Rohan flexed his restrained wrists and laboriously picked up the short pencil.
He didn't immediately write down information about "Kira," but instead began to draw rough, abstract character sketches and storyboards on the pages.
He also muttered to himself, "…A desperate mangaka imprisoned in a secret room… twisted guards… Hmm, this composition is good…"
His behavior seemed to perfectly match that of a mad artist, even with a touch of theatricality.
The observers behind the surveillance slightly relaxed their guard, thinking he might just be venting emotions or genuinely starting to conceive a manga.
But he was also observing whether Kishibe Rohan made any suspicious movements, ready to call the security personnel outside at any moment.
'I remember Jotaro said that this guy's ability is activated through some manga manuscript, which makes anyone who sees it unable to resist, but there's surveillance here, and guards outside the door. He shouldn't dare to cause any trouble.'
Iwakura mused to himself.
However, what they couldn't see was that Rohan's mental energy was highly concentrated. Through their torment, his mental energy had ascended to a new level, and Heaven's Door had evolved once again.
Although the evolved power of Heaven's Door could not directly control the people in front of him, it was possible to permeate mental energy into the paper fibers through the pen tip as a medium!
What he was doing was an extremely delicate and risky operation; the evolved power was psychological suggestion!
He gathered those fragmented pieces of information about "Kishibe Rohan," not writing them as text, but "dissolving" them into imagery and lines, combining them with the distorted images he drew!
At the same time, he also injected an extremely faint mental suggestion into it.
A curiosity about "this book" and an urge to take it away from this place, and the longer one looked at it, the more one would feel a psychological suggestion to submit to him.
This was like creating an encrypted, mentally polluting beacon—this was the invincible Heaven's Door!
This process was extremely taxing on his mind. Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, and his drawing hand occasionally trembled unnaturally.
After drawing for about ten minutes, he suddenly threw the pencil down, saying irritably, "No! The feeling is all wrong! I can't draw anything in this monitored environment! Take it away! It's an eyesore!"
He behaved like an artist throwing a tantrum because his inspiration was interrupted.
Iwakura Yusuke frowned, signaling his adjutant to retrieve the notebook and pencil. "Let me see, what did he write?"
The adjutant stepped forward, cautiously picking up the notebook. The moment he closed the notebook, his fingers inadvertently touched the pages still imbued with Rohan's mental energy and information.
The adjutant's body paused almost imperceptibly, his eyes momentarily dazed, and a strange greed surged in his heart. But out of reverence for his superior, he suppressed the urge and handed the book to his superior.
"It seems you don't intend to cooperate." Iwakura looked at the book, then stood up, having completely lost his patience. "You'll stay here until you come to your senses!"
With that, he and his men left the interrogation room, the notebook tucked into a file folder under his arm, ready to be taken back to the temporary office for archiving and sealing.
However, Iwakura walked slower and slower, the desire in his heart growing like weeds. 'What beautiful drawings, what wild lines! Mine, this is mine! Such a wonderful book can only belong to me!
Anyway, there's no important information, so it can't be considered real evidence. Just replace it with another one, yes, that's it, that's it!'
Thinking this, he once again strode forward, his expression seeming to become more open.
But he didn't notice the gradually maddened look in his adjutant's eyes.
Silence returned to the interrogation room, leaving only the faint sound of the camera operating.
Kishibe Rohan leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes, but the corners of his mouth curved into an uncontrollable, slight smile.
It worked.
The surveillance captured everything, but it couldn't capture the flow of mental energy.
They would only see him drawing frantically, while the "beacon" had already been planted.
Now, as long as that superior, or anyone else, opened that notebook again, attempting to "study" it, they could unknowingly be affected by those fragmented pieces of information and mental suggestions.
As long as the notebook could circulate, escaping this heavily guarded core area, he would have a chance, and not just to gain freedom. With this new ability, he would obtain all the information he desired!
Waiting was agonizing, but the one thing Kishibe Rohan never lacked was patience and an obsession with "material."
"Kira, huh…" He silently repeated the name in his heart, feeling a shiver that mixed fear with extreme excitement. "You wait… I will find you… Your story can only be written by me…"
Meanwhile, at the other end of the surveillance screen, technical personnel replayed the interrogation footage, finding no obvious abnormalities.
They simply categorized Kishibe Rohan's behavior as "resisting interrogation" and decided to deduct one day's dinner from him, making him go hungry for a day.
After all, according to their current observations, even if he could block pain, he couldn't block hunger.
While this pain couldn't make the other party confess, it could still serve as a punishment.
This trick was quite effective.