From a revered professor to a reviled scoundrel, all it takes is a phone call.
Professor Frans was awarded a pair of silver bracelets, sitting squarely on the bench in the Ayase Police Station interrogation room.
Before him was a police officer in his early thirties, with a square face and a stern expression, "Pinhole caras, bugs, and this flamboyant voice function, your computer is full of folders storing students' information and personalities.
With such concrete evidence, do you still claim you're not a pervert?"
Frans heard the accusation and a flicker of tension crossed his face, he wanted to explain.
But his computer was taken away by the other party, he could understand Japanese but couldn't speak it at all.
Ever since knowing Dio was in Tokyo, Frans had taken the ti to learn Japanese, ensuring he could understand it perfectly due to his remarkable intelligence.
But speaking freely was a bit challenging for him.
He hadn't spoken English for a long ti either, his computer stored voice packs from various countries, allowing him to switch languages without specifically learning them.
"NO, NO."
Frans shook his head, expressing his stance with the simplest words, as speaking English would reveal his stutter.
The officer was about to explode from such a concise reply. In his six years at Ayase Police Station, he caught many thieves and peepers within his district.
So, to peep under girls' skirts, would even lay in the sewers to peek through the manhole gaps.
So stayed up all night, secretly installing surveillance caras in others' window pots.
So even stole won's underwear for their ritual and hung it back after.
He had seen many absurd things.
Those caught only insisted they were innocent when the evidence wasn't irrefutable.
But like this case, where the evidence is conclusive yet the suspect remains stubborn, this was a first.
"Let tell you, being a foreigner doesn't give you any privileges here! Japan is a law-abiding country!"
The officer slamd the table and roared, "Confess your perverted acts truthfully imdiately, and we might consider reducing your detention days and punishnt."
"I, I, am not."
"Speak in Japanese!"
The officer yelled, with only a public high school education; he couldn't understand English, "Stop pretending you don't understand the language barrier, confess honestly now!
When I handle a case, I don't care about international citizens!"
Just as he was indignant, the door to the interrogation room suddenly opened, and the chief of Ayase Police Station walked in with large strides.
The normally serious deanor in the officer's eyes suddenly turned amiable, as if a brilliant rose blood on his face, "A misunderstanding, this was all a misunderstanding.
Professor Frans, you're free to go now."
The chief glanced at the silver bracelets on Frans's hands and glared at the officer, "Unlock him imdiately."
"Chief, but."
"Open it now!"
Upon the chief's roar, the officer imdiately stood straight, nodded, "Alright."
The officer stepped forward to unlock Frans's handcuffs.
Frans breathed a sigh of relief, took back his computer, and typed, a mature female voice emanated, "It's alright, you were just doing your duty."
The middle-aged officer's cheeks felt burning hot as if soone slapped him hard.
The chief smiled warmly, "I'm glad you understand, but it's unfortunate this misunderstanding occurred. I'd like to invite you to a al."
"No need to be so formal, I'll be off."
Frans typed to decline the chief's invitation, taking his computer and bag, leaving the interrogation room.
The chief walked him to the door.
On both sides of the street outside, green trees were planted, their leaves gilded by the sunlight.
A gentle breeze blew, and the leaves swayed lightly in the wind as if dancing with the sun.
Frans, with his bag and computer, gradually faded into the distance.
The chief stood on the steps, his smile gradually fading, his brows furrowing slightly, as the Pri Minister's residence directly called to release Frans from the police station.
What kind of prominent identity does this guy have?
He couldn't figure it out.
The chief mused to himself.
...
The buildings along both sides of the street were bathed in sunlight, Frans strolled along the streets of Adachi District, contemplating his next steps.
His reputation was likely tarnished now.
Rumoring is easy, but debunking it is hard work.
If he tries to use his professor status from the United States to conduct research at other schools, he will likely be rejected.
He couldn't even think of entering Brilliant High School's gates.
Sigh, what a lapse.
Frans pondered, feeling vaguely that sothing was amiss, as if things weren't supposed to turn out this way.
But upon closer thought, he couldn't pinpoint what seed off; everything appeared reasonable.
He visited the club building, encountered Aozawa, had his bag searched, and the police were called.
Frans tapped his head, furrowing his brow, pondering but reaching no conclusion other than his sheer bad luck.
"Eh."
He sighed, how should the investigation proceed next?
A van drove up next to him and suddenly stopped. Then, the door of the van opened, and three burly n quickly jumped out, surrounding him on both sides.
One of them covered his mouth with a cloth from behind, forcibly dragging Frans into the van.
Bam, the door closed, and the van continued driving forward.
Frans's heart was pounding like a drum, his eyes wide as he looked at the burly n in front of him, his fingers tapping on the keyboard, "Who are you? What do you want from kidnapping ?"
"You'll find out when you get there."
One of the burly n replied expressionlessly, his gaze devoid of warmth.
Frans was almost certain these n had killed soone.
He was quite puzzled; not many people knew he was a White House Advisor. Could there be a leak from high up?
Frans was experiencing a brainstorming session.
The van soon stopped in front of a slightly shabby apartnt, and the door of the van opened.
The burly man on the left patted his shoulder and said, "Get down quickly, and don't try to run away."
Frans nodded. While possessing extraordinary intelligence, he lacked the physical strength his complexion should provide.
His running speed would definitely not outrun the three seemingly robust n around him; he might be caught even before he began running.
Rather than that, he decided to obediently follow them to find out who had kidnapped him.
As for the data inside his computer, he had already activated a program to lock it with a three-cough voice command when it was confiscated by the police.
Apart from the newly created two folders, all the mind maps and cases concerning Dio and the Different World were locked.
If the password is wrong, the secret files deletion program will be activated. As long as he gritted his teeth, there would be no worry about leaks.
Frans, flanked by n on both sides, entered the shabby apartnt.
Behind the door was an ordinary-looking hall, well-lit, furnished with a sofa, a small table, an LCD TV, and other household items.
The only thing missing was soone sitting here.
The three burly n didn't explain anything, swiftly dispersing to guard key positions.
The driver walked in, chuckling, "No need to be nervous, have a seat. Soone will co to see you soon."
Frans sat on the sofa, patiently waiting.
…
Ti slowly passed, and as Frans contemplated his situation, the door suddenly opened.
The crisp patter of footsteps sounded.
Frans looked up towards the door.
A beautiful woman with shoulder-length hair, her skin pale like the most delectable sumr ice cream, a death god dwelling in her brow stealing souls.
An earthly beauty.
This term flashed through Frans's mind, quickly making him lower his head.
Frans and Ditch had beco friends beyond their years, apart from their common views, more importantly due to their spirit; both pledging loyalty to the United States' imperial sches.
The President may mistreat him a thousand tis, yet he remains devoted like a first love.
Everything was for the continuation of the pinnacle city.
This kind of man would never fall for the beauty trap, exposing information concerning the United States.
His gaze lowered to the tabletop.
Morimoto Chiyoda strode forward, sitting in the single-seater opposite him, crossing her legs and said: "Professor Frans, there's no need to be nervous. I am an Intelligence Officer from the CIA Japanese Branch.
We received intelligence that soone plans to assassinate you. To ensure your safety, we have brought you here."
"Assassinate ?"
Frans tapped on the keyboard, making crisp lively sounds, choosing the voice of a lively young girl over a charming one, naturally because the alluring female voice in his computer paled in comparison to the one before him.
Morimoto Chiyoda nodded, "It was ntioned in a phone call monitored by the CIA, and we're investigating the matter."
"Who wants to assassinate ?"
"The Different World Committee."
Morimoto Chiyoda uttered this na, a touch of helplessness flashing across her face.
"They're a new religious group, worshipping everything about the Different World. Believing that once people from the Different World arrive, the country will be saved, granting people equality and freedom.
They sohow found out about your skepticism towards the Different World, deciding to publicly execute you, a heretic, to show their loyalty to the Different World."
Frans was slightly pondering, quickly tapping the keyboard: "Could soone from Institute No. 47 reveal my identity?"
"No evidence at the mont."
Morimoto Chiyoda answered casually, not wanting to get involved in this so-called investigation, pondering more over the actions of Kochou at the Pri Minister's residence than Institute No. 47.
Would a White House Advisor truly warrant Kochou personally speaking to the police station for a release?
"Anyway, until absolute safety is guaranteed, the CIA will ensure your protection and hope you stay in this safe house."
"Can I contact my friends?"
Frans wasn't quite convinced by her words, wanting to contact friends to ascertain his safeguarding was indeed under the CIA, not another organization.
Morimoto Chiyoda nodded, "Of course, you can have them report any matters to .
It's getting late. I should get off work. Goodbye."
"Mm."
Frans felt she was also a person of character.
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