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Chapter 597 There are always people who place their hopes in the unknown

From a professor who everyone respects to a beast in clothes that everyone shouts about, often all it takes is a phone call.

France was carrying a pair of silver bracelets and was sitting upright on the bench in the interrogation room of Ayase Police Station.

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

The evidence is conclusive, but you still say that you are not a pervert? "

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

But his computer was taken away by the other party. He could only listen to the Japanese but couldn't speak it at all.

Ever since he learned that Dior was in Tokyo, France took time out of his busy schedule to learn Japanese. He ensured that he understood 100% of the Japanese language and had an outstanding mind.

But if he wanted to speak freely, it would be a bit difficult for him.

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

Now his reputation may be ruined.

He was not uncommon with outrageous things.

When he was filled with righteous indignation, the door of the interrogation room suddenly opened, and the director of Ayase Police Station strode into the room.

"Director, this."

The usually serious image in the eyes of the police suddenly became amiable, as if there was a bright rose on his face, "Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding.

"I'm telling you, don't think that just because you are a foreigner you have privileges here! Japan has laws!"

"No need to be so polite, I'm leaving first."

In order to peek under a girl's skirt, some people lie down in the sewer and peek through the cracks in the manhole cover.

When the director said this, he glanced at the silver bracelet on France's hand, glared at the policeman angrily and said, "Hurry up and open it for him."

France shook his head and could only express his attitude in the simplest words. Speaking English would reveal his stuttering.

"Open it for me quickly!"

The middle-aged policeman felt his cheeks were hot, as if he had been slapped hard several times.

Professor France, you can go now. "

Don't even try to enter the main gate of Guanghui High School.

There are also people who take advantage of the fact that no one is around to steal women's underwear and use it as casting materials and hang them back.

As it is now, the evidence of the crime is conclusive, and the person who is so stubborn is really the only one.

Hearing the director's roar, the policeman immediately stood up straight, nodded and said, "Okay."

Frans was carrying his bag and computer, and his figure gradually faded away.

"NO, NO."

Immediately, someone stepped forward and opened France's handcuffs.

"I, I, no, it's not."

The Director murmured in his mind.

If he wants to use his identity as an American professor to conduct thesis research at other schools, he will definitely be rejected.

The buildings on both sides of the street were bathed in sunlight. Frans walked through the streets of Adachi District, thinking about what he should do next.

The director stood on the steps, his smile gradually fading, he frowned slightly, and the Prime Minister's residence called directly to let France leave the police station.

The policeman roared. He had only graduated from a public high school and could not understand English. He shouted: "Stop pretending to be a language barrier. Hurry up and recruit me truthfully!"

When I handle a case, I never care whether they are international friends or not! "

Frans typed to reject the director's invitation, took his computer and his bag, and left the interrogation room.

Frans breathed a sigh of relief, took back his computer and typed, and said in a mature female voice, "It doesn't matter, you are doing your duty."

The director walked all the way to the door.

Spread a rumor and break a leg.

Alas, what a mistake.

Does this guy have any distinguished status?

I don’t understand.

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

"Speak Japanese to me!"

The policeman was almost furious at such a short answer. In his six years of service, he had caught many perverts stealing and peeping in the jurisdiction of Ayase Police Station.

Green trees are planted on both sides of the street outside the door, and the leaves are coated with a layer of gold by the sunlight.

The policeman banged the table hard and roared: "Tell me the truth about your perverted behavior immediately. If you do so, we will consider reducing the number of days of your detention and the punishment."

Some people stay up late at night and secretly install surveillance cameras inside potted plants in other people's windows.

The director said with a smile on his face: "I hope you can understand, but I am really sorry for this misunderstanding. I would like to treat you to a meal."

Those who were arrested only spoke harshly because the evidence was not conclusive.

……

Frans thought in his mind, and felt something was wrong, as if everything shouldn't be like this.

But if you think about it carefully, you can't think of anything inconsistent. Everything seems reasonable.

He went to the club building, met Qingze, had his bag searched, and called the police.

Frans knocked his head and frowned. After thinking for a while, he could not come to any conclusion. He could only say that he was very unlucky.

"Eh."

He sighed, how should he continue the investigation?

A van drove beside him and suddenly stopped. Then, the door of the van opened, and three big men quickly ran out from above, pinching him one on the left and the other on the right. One person covered his mouth with a cloth from behind, and they forcibly dragged Frans into the van.

Bang, the door closed and the van kept moving forward.

Frans's heart beat like a drum, his eyes widened, and he looked at the strong men in front of him, tapping his fingers on the keyboard, "Who are you? What's the purpose of kidnapping me?"

"You'll know when you get to the place."

One of the strong men answered expressionlessly, with no warmth in his eyes.

Frans basically concluded that these people had killed someone.

He was very confused. Not many people knew about the fact that he was a White House adviser. Could it be that someone in the top management leaked the secret?

Frans is having a brainstorm here.

The van soon stopped in front of a slightly shabby apartment building, and the van door opened.

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

Frans nodded. While he gained a mind beyond ordinary people, he also lost the strong body that his skin color should have.

With his running speed, he would never be able to get rid of the three strong-looking men around him. He might even be grabbed before he started running.

Rather than 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 the program by coughing three times.

Apart from the two newly created folders, the mind maps and cases related to Dior and other worlds have been locked.

If the password is entered incorrectly, the process of deleting secret files will be started. As long as he can bite the bullet, he does not have to worry about leaking secrets.

Frans entered this dilapidated apartment surrounded by men.

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

Only no one is sitting here.

The three strong men quickly dispersed and guarded key positions without explaining anything.

The driver walked in and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous. Sit down first. Someone will come to see you soon."

France sat on the sofa and waited patiently.

……

Time passed little by little, and while Frans was thinking about his situation, the door suddenly opened.

The crisp sound of footsteps sounded.

France looked up at the door.

The beautiful woman has shoulder-length hair, her skin is as white as the most desirable ice cream in summer, and the haunting God of Death seems to live between her brows.

Stunning beauty in the world.

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

Frans was able to become lifelong friends with Dicky. Regardless of the similarities in some concepts between the two, more importantly, the spirit. They were both loyal ministers who regarded American hegemony as everything.

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

Everything is a continuation of the city on the hill.

Such a person would never fall into the trap of the Americans and leak information about the United States.

He lowered his gaze to the table.

Chiyo Morimoto strode forward and sat on the single sofa opposite. She crossed her legs and said, "Professor France, don't be nervous. I am a member of the Intelligence Section of the CIA's Japan Branch.

We have received relevant intelligence that someone is going to assassinate you. To ensure your safety, we keep you here. "

"Assassinate me?"

Frans typed on the keyboard with both hands, emitting a clear and energetic girl's voice. He did not choose a charming voice. Naturally, the charming female voice on his computer was nothing compared to the voice of the woman in front of him.

Chiyo Morimoto nodded and said: "This is what the CIA monitored on a phone call. We are investigating related matters."

"Who wants to assassinate me?"

"The organization of the alien committee."

When Chiyo Morimoto read out the name, a helpless expression flashed across his face.

"This is a new religious group. They worship everything from the other world and believe that when the outsiders come, the country will be saved and people will gain equality and freedom.

I don’t know where they learned about your doubts about the other world. In order to express their loyalty to the other world, they decided to publicly execute a madman like you. "

Frans was thoughtful and quickly typed on the keyboard: "Could it be someone from Research Institute No. 47 who leaked my identity?"

"There is no evidence at this time."

Chiyo Morimoto answered casually that she did not want to be involved in this so-called investigation. She was more confused about Hu Die's actions at the Prime Minister's Residence than about Research Institute No. 47.

Is it worth it for a White House adviser to ask Hu Die to personally ask the police department to release people?

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

"Can I contact my friends?"

France didn't quite believe what she said and wanted to contact a friend to ensure that he was under the protection of the CIA and not another organization.

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

It's getting late. I should get off work. Goodbye. "

"Ah."

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

(End of this chapter)