In the interview room of the Los Angeles Police Department.

Masip sat behind the soundproof glass and watched the crowd walk into the meeting room, his eyes fluctuating slightly.

He was still wearing the suit he wore when he gave a speech, but it looked a little wrinkled.

"Uncle Masip!"

As soon as she stepped into the interview room, Julia couldn't bear it, walked quickly to the soundproof glass, and shouted excitedly at Masip behind the glass, until Massip behind the glass window smiled bitterly and pointed to the phone next to him, then he came to his senses, immediately sat down and grabbed the chair, and said to Massip with a trembling voice:

"Uncle Masip, how are you doing?"

Masip heard her greeting and smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, Julia...... I'm fine. ”

His voice was clearly transmitted through the microphone of the connected phone, including Navalli and Travis, who were sitting next to him.

Hearing Masip's confident words, Julia's face finally relaxed, but remembering the reason why Massip was arrested in the police station, her eyes flashed with anger:

"Uncle Masip, the police, actually said you had something to do with this murder—"

"You're talking about reporter Catherine, right?"

Masip interrupted Julia's words and calmly continued.

“…… That's right, it's the journalist, Mr. Masip, have you met her? ”

Masip muttered for a moment, as if thinking about something, and after a moment, spoke to Julia and the other two in a clear voice:

"Yesterday at five o'clock in the afternoon, I received a call from Catherine. She wanted to do an interview with me and Unity Neighborhood on behalf of the Los Angeles Times. At first, I didn't agree because the Los Angeles Times had published an inflammatory disinformation about Unity Block a few years ago, accusing us of 'trying to make money with the flag of minorities.'"

Julia nodded and gritted her teeth:

"At that time, I was still in college, but I also saw the news from the newspaper and it ......"

“…… It caused an uproar. ”

Masip recalled with a deep look.

"At that time, the number of people in the 'Unity Block' had already exceeded 80,000, but when a report came out, the overwhelming accusations overwhelmed us, which directly caused the number of members of the 'Unity Block' to drop from 80,000 to 50,000 - until the FBI and LAPD joint investigation team caused by the report was in vain, and our efforts were seen by everyone, the number of members rose again, and the 'Unity Block' was revived.

“…… However, it was all in the past—in the past, but I always had a grudge, which is why I turned down Catherine's interview. I was going to say no, but Catherine eventually convinced me that this time she would clear our past negative comments and give us a fair report - so I went to the café and met her there for a chat. ”

"President Masip, how long have you been there with her?"

Travis suddenly approached Julia's side and asked Massip through the microphone.

"I talked to Catherine until about half past seven, after which I left the café and went back to the headquarters in Unity Block."

Masip glanced at Travis and replied calmly.

"How's the chat?"

Travis continued.

“…… Yes, Catherine is a good journalist – my gut instinct is that she will be able to write a story that maintains a fair stand...... But alas, there is no such opportunity. ”

The expression on Masip's face, for some reason, suddenly became a little lonely.

"Uncle Masip, don't worry, those cops must be framing you, we'll get you out-"

Julia looked at Masip and said firmly. But Masip just shook his head and smiled, looked at Julia and said:

"Little Julia, can you let me have a few words with Travis?"

Julia nodded hesitantly and handed the microphone to Travis.

Travis clenched the microphone, looked at Masip behind the glass window, and said earnestly:

"President Masip, just as Julia said...... Don't worry, I'll get you the best lawyer and I'll be able to get you out of the police station—"

"—Travis."

Masip interrupted him suddenly.

He stared intently at Travis and said softly:

"After I enter the police station, you will be in charge of the rest of the work of the 'Unity Block' - don't forget our original intention."

Travis took a deep breath, and then, staring at Masip with a resolute gaze as if he had promised, he said calmly:

“…… President Masip, please trust me. ”

Masip nodded a little tiredly and narrowed his eyes:

"I'd like to say a few words to Navalry, can you give him the microphone?"

Travis didn't hesitate, "Of course. ”

Then, the microphone was shoved into Navalry's hands.

I never thought that there would be my own Navaly, so I took the microphone unexpectedly, looked at Masip behind the glass window, opened his mouth slightly, and his brain went blank:

“…… Feed? ”

"Navaly, you're a good boy."

Masip looked at him with an unprecedentedly gentle gaze and smiled.

"Don't limit yourself to what is on the surface – with your talent, you will definitely achieve more in the future. It is the most regrettable thing in my life that I failed to suppress those protests, let you go to school, and fully realize your computer talent. ”

Navalry's hand holding the microphone trembled slightly, revealing that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and others couldn't see what kind of expression it was, and said to Masip in a hoarse voice:

"Mr. Masipp...... I can't go to school like an ordinary person in my physical condition, and you've been taking the time to teach me all kinds of knowledge - you are my eternal teacher.

“…… And, with my computer talent, not studying in school didn't make any difference to me. For me, all the data transfer and information connection behaviors on the Internet are textbooks for me to study. ”

Nava used his hoarse and timid voice to say such arrogant and conceited words, causing Travis next to him to cast a burning look of surprise at him, and also made Masip's eyes soften.

But Navalli didn't pay any attention to the gaze of Travis next to him—even the presence of Julia, who haunted him the most, and just looked deeply at Mr. Masip across the glass window, his face twitching with a dark red scar and his tear ducts becoming hot.

"That's fine, Navaly, you should show more of this - a confident child can ask for more...... Navaly. ”

The ten-minute session in the meeting room had come to an end, and with the crisp ringing, Masip hung up the phone with a wry smile, his lips twitching.

Although Julia and the other three still had a lot of reluctance, they had to leave the police station under the forced request of the police and the fact that Macip's figure had been taken out of the reception room.

As soon as they exited the police station, Julia and Travis walked away first, saying goodbye to Navalli before leaving.

They were in a hurry to find the best criminal defense attorney in California, to find a suitable defender for Mazepp, and to get him out of the police station.

Although there are still many details of the case hidden in the deep waters, because of the meeting with Masip, Julia is full of confidence, thinking that there is a good chance to break the tricks of the police - after all, the United States has always been a country of rule of law - even if she hates the FBI and the LAPD very much, she believes it from the bottom of her heart.

However, Navalli, who watched the backs of the two striding away, was far less confident than Julia.

Even though he watched the two of them leave together, it seemed to be the last century, and Navalli's heart was only left with the face of Mr. Masipp, and his heart was full of confusion.

Amid the sound of the wheels of the walker rolling across the road, back on the road to his lodgings, Navalli's mind flashed back to the details of the meeting in the reception room.

That's what happened the moment the alarm bell rang to announce the end.

That moment.

Navalli, still holding the microphone and holding it tightly to his ear, heard Masip speak quickly in the alarm bell in a voice that only he could hear.

Masip...... Take care of yourself, and Julia. ”

Then, the phone connection was cut off.

In Navalli's eyes, the last thing left was Masip's lonely eyes when he was taken by the criminal police and turned around.

"Teacher Masipp ......"

It wasn't until he returned to his lodgings and lay down in the bedroom of the third-story apartment that Navalli's mind continued to echo with Masip's words that seemed to be like a lonely.

Although there was still a lot of incomprehension, Navalli had already vaguely felt that a huge shadow was spreading, and Mr. Masip was gradually being swallowed up by it, and he could only watch, but could not do anything.

Restless, Navalli fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, he saw the news on the media platform that Mr. Macip committed suicide in the police station.

(End of chapter)