From a professor whom everyone admires to a well-dressed beast that everyone shouts at, it is often just a phone call away.

Frans was pleased to carry a pair of silver bracelets, and the whole person sat on the bench of the interrogation room of the Ayase Police Station.

In front of him was a policeman in his early thirties, he had a Chinese character face, and said with a serious expression: "Pinhole cameras, bugs, and this bells and whistles voice function, and the folders in the computer store the students' information and personalities."

The evidence is conclusive, do you still say that you are not a pervert? ”

When Frans heard the other party's questioning, a hint of nervousness flashed across his face, and he wanted to explain.

But his computer was taken away by the other party, and he could only listen to Japanese, not speak at all.

Since knowing that Dior is in Tokyo, Frans has taken time out of his busy schedule to learn Japanese, and he is excellent at ensuring that he understands Japanese 100%.

But if you want to speak freely, it's a bit difficult for him.

He hasn't even spoken English for a long time, and in his computer, the voice packs of various countries are stored, allowing him to switch the language of any country at will, without having to learn a foreign language.

“NO、NO。”

Frans shook his head, and could only show his attitude in the simplest words, saying English would expose his stammering.

The policeman was about to be angry with such a short answer, and after six years of practice, he caught a lot of stealing and voyeuristic perverts in the jurisdiction of the Ayase Police Station.

In order to peep under the girl's skirt, someone did not hesitate to lie in the sewer and peek through the gap in the manhole cover.

Someone didn't sleep in the middle of the night and secretly installed surveillance cameras inside other people's windows and potted plants.

There are also people who take advantage of the fact that when there is no one around, they steal women's underwear as spell casting materials and hang them back.

He is not uncommon with outrageous things.

Those who were arrested were hard-mouthed and confined to the fact that the evidence was not conclusive.

As it is now, the evidence of the crime is conclusive, and the person who is still dead with a hard mouth is really the only one.

"Tell you, don't think that a foreigner has a privilege here! Japan is about the law! ”

The policeman slammed hard on the table and roared, "Give me a truthful confession of your perverted behavior immediately, and in this case, we will consider reducing the number of days of detention and punishment." ”

"I, I, no, no."

"Tell me Japanese!"

The police roared, and he shouted about the education he had graduated from a public high school and could understand English: "You don't put a language barrier on my face, hurry up and recruit truthfully!"

I never care if I am an international friend or not! ”

In his indignation, the door to the interrogation room suddenly opened, and the commissioner of the Ayase police station strode inside.

The usual serious image in the eyes of the police suddenly became amiable, and there seemed to be a brilliant rose on his face, "Misunderstanding, all this is a misunderstanding."

Professor Frans, you can go now. ”

At this point, the director glanced at the silver bracelet on Frans's hand, glared at the policeman angrily, and said, "Don't open it for him yet." ”

"Director, this."

"Hurry up and open it for me!"

Hearing a roar from the director, the policeman immediately straightened up, nodded, and said, "Okay." ”

Immediately, the man stepped forward and opened Frans's handcuffs.

Frans breathed a sigh of relief, took back his computer and typed, and said a mature female voice, "It's okay, you are also doing your duty." ”

The middle-aged policeman only felt that his cheeks were hot, as if he had been slapped a few times.

The director smiled and said, "It's good that you can understand, but I'm sorry for this misunderstanding, and I want to treat you to a meal." ”

"Don't be so polite, I'll go first."

Frans typed down the commissioner's invitation, grabbed his computer and his bag, and left the interrogation room.

The Director went all the way to the door.

The streets outside the gate are lined with green trees, and their leaves are gilded with gold by the sun.

The breeze blows, and the leaves sway gently in the wind, as if dancing with the sun.

Frans carried his bag and computer on his back, and his back faded away.

The commissioner stood on the top of the steps, his smile gradually retracted, his brow furrowed slightly, and the Prime Minister's official residence called directly to let Frans leave the police station.

Does this guy have any prominent status?

I don't know.

The Director muttered to himself.

……

The buildings lining the streets are bathed in sunlight, and Frans strolls through the streets of Adachi Ward, thinking about what to do next.

Now his reputation may stink.

Spread rumors with one mouth, refute rumors and break your legs.

If he wants to use his status as an American professor to conduct dissertation research in other schools, he will definitely be rejected.

Don't even think about entering the gate of Radiant High School.

Alas, what a mistake.

Frans thought to himself, and vaguely felt that something was wrong, as if everything shouldn't have turned out like this.

But if you think about it, you can't think of anything that violates it, and everything seems reasonable.

He went to the club building, met Qing Ze, was rummaged over, and called the police.

Frans tapped his head, his brow furrowed, and after thinking about it, he could not draw any conclusions, only to say that his luck was too bad.

"Huh."

He sighed, how do you continue to investigate?

A van drove up to him, suddenly stopped, and then, the door of the van opened, and three big men quickly ran down from it, one on the left and one on the right.

One man covered his mouth with a cloth from behind, and Frans was forcibly dragged into the van by them.

Bang, the door closes, and the van continues to move forward.

Frans's heart was beating like a drum, his eyes were round, and he looked at the strong men in front of him, his ten fingers tapping on the keyboard, "Who are you?" What's the matter with kidnapping me? ”

"You'll know when you get there."

One of the strong men replied with an expressionless face, and his eyes were not warm.

Frans basically concluded that all of them had killed.

He was very puzzled in his heart, he was a White House adviser, and not many people knew about it, could it be that there were internal ghosts leaking secrets from the top up?

Frans is brainstorming on his side.

The van quickly pulled up in front of a slightly dilapidated apartment with the doors open.

The strong man on the left patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go down, don't try to run around." ”

Frans nodded, he had gained a mind beyond the average and at the same time lost the strength of his complexion.

With his running speed, he would never be able to shake off the three muscing-looking men around him, and he might even be dragged before he could even start running.

Instead of that, it is better to follow them obediently and see who kidnapped him.

As for the information in the computer, when it was confiscated by the police, he had already locked it with a voice starter with three coughs.

Aside from the two new folders, the mind maps and cases made by Dior and the other world have been locked.

If the password is entered incorrectly, the process of deleting the secret file will be initiated, and as long as he can grit his teeth, he will not have to worry about leaks.

Frans entered the dilapidated apartment with a man on the left and right.

Behind the door is an ordinary-looking hall with plenty of light and daily household items such as sofas, desks, LCD TVs, etc.

No one is sitting here.

The three strong men didn't explain anything, and quickly dispersed and guarded the key positions.

The driver walked in and said with a smile: "You don't have to be nervous, sit down first, and someone will come looking for you soon." ”

Frans sat on the couch and waited patiently.

……

Time passed, and as Frans pondered his situation, the door suddenly opened.

The sound of crisp footsteps sounded.

Frans looked up at the door.

The beautiful woman has shoulder-length hair, her complexion is as white as the most desirable ice cream in summer, and her eyebrows seem to inhabit the ghostly Grim Reaper.

Stunning in the world.

The word flashed through Frans's mind, and quickly made him lower his head.

Frans and Dickey were able to become old friends, despite the similarities in some concepts, and more importantly, the spirit, they both regarded American hegemony as a loyal servant.

The president abused him thousands of times, and he treated the president like his first love.

Everything is for the continuation of the city on the hill.

In this way, he will definitely not leak intelligence about the United States by plotting against the United States.

His gaze lowered to the table.

Chiyo Morimoto strode forward, sitting on the single sofa opposite, she crossed Jiro's legs and said, "Professor Frans, you don't have to be nervous, I am an officer of the intelligence section of the CIA's Japanese branch."

We have received information that someone is going to assassinate you, and we are keeping you here to ensure your safety. ”

"Assassinate me?"

Frans tapped on the keyboard with both hands, making a crisp energetic girlish voice, and did not choose a charming voice, naturally the charming female voice in his computer was not worth mentioning compared to the voice made by the woman in front of him.

Chiyo Morimoto nodded and said, "This is something that the CIA overheard on the phone, and we are investigating related matters." ”

"Who is going to stab me?"

"The organization of the Otherworldly Council."

When Chiyo Morimoto pronounced the name, a helpless expression flashed on his face.

"This is a new religious group that worships everything from the other world, thinking that when the people from the other world come, the country will be saved, and people will be equal and free.

I don't know where they learned about your suspicion of the Otherworld, but in order to show their loyalty to the Otherworld, they have decided to publicly execute a fanatic like you. ”

Frans thought for a moment and quickly typed the keyboard: "Could it be that someone from Research Institute Forty-Seven leaked my identity?" ”

"There is no evidence at this time."

Chiyo Morimoto replied casually that she didn't want to get involved in this so-called investigation, and she was more puzzled by Hu Die's actions at the Prime Minister's Mansion than she was about the No. 47 Research Institute.

Is it worth a White House adviser to let Hu Die personally open his mouth for the police station to release him?

"In short, until you are 100% safe, the CIA will be responsible for protecting you, and I hope you can stay in this safe house."

"Will I be able to connect with my friends?"

Frans didn't quite believe what she said, and wanted to connect with friends and make sure that he was under the protection of the CIA and not another organization.

Chiyo Morimoto nodded and said, "Of course it's no problem, if there's anything you can ask them to report to me."

It's getting late, it's time for me to get off work, goodbye. ”

"Hmm."

Frans felt that this man was also a man of temperament.

(End of chapter)