Persona, I am the villain and I can do whatever I want

He muttered to himself, and after resting for a few minutes, he jumped up from the sofa.

Now is not the time to rest, he needs to speed up.

In front of the locker, he hesitated and changed into his school uniform.

Hopefully, this kind of clothing will make it easier for Futaba to accept him.

Walking out of the room, he waved to Kotetsu.

"Let's go to Cafe Lublanc."

The script has been written.

Justice - Execution!

Chapter 87: Mitsui Tsubasa: Although I broke into a private house, I am a good person!

Lou Brown Coffee Shop.

It was the weekend evening rush hour and diners were coming in an endless stream.

Mitsui Tsubasa waited for a while before he could eat the steaming hot special curry.

After the meal, he specially packed a non-spicy curry and prepared it for Sakura Futaba.

"Thanks for the treat, boss. See you next time."

Mitsui Tsubasa smiled and said goodbye to Sojiro who was busy.

Sojiro waved without even turning his head and continued to cook with full concentration.

After leaving the coffee shop, Mitsui Tsubasa brought Kotetsu to the entrance of the alley.

After confirming that there was no one around, he whispered an order to Kotetsu:

"Kotetsu, have your people keep an eye on Leblanc. If there are no customers in the store, let them go in to eat, and be sure to keep Sojiro in the store."

Although Kotetsu was doubtful, he nodded in agreement out of professionalism.

Mitsui Tsubasa patted his shoulder with satisfaction, everything was under control.

Thus the poor hermit lady was left alone and helpless.

Go eat it quickly... Ugh, save her!

After passing the Leblanc Coffee Shop, just a distance of one or two hundred meters, Mitsui Tsubasa arrived at the residence of Sakura Sojiro.

He stood at a distance and looked around curiously, and found that there was nothing special about this mansion except that the shape of its exterior walls was very similar to the walls of the double-leaf pyramid.

It seems she got the inspiration from here.

Mitsui Tsubasa walked towards the Japanese solid wooden door and pushed it gently.

However, the door did not move at all, and it was obviously locked.

Mitsui Tsubasa sighed silently. Where is the most basic trust between people?

He turned his head to look at Kotetsu and waved his hand casually.

"Kotetsu, can you pick a lock?"

The tall and burly bodyguard lowered his head, a complicated expression on his face, and seemed to be hesitant. He hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to dissuade Mitsui Tsubasa.

But Mitsui Tsubasa waved his hand impatiently and said, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!"

It was nothing but some unethical nonsense, and he didn't want to listen.

It's important to save people!

The method is not important, don't worry about these details!

After staring at him for a few times, Kotetsu gave in. He had no choice but to support the lord he had chosen.

He pulled out a set of sophisticated lock-picking tools and approached the door lock.

After a few "clicks", the door lock opened.

Mitsui Tsubasa's eyes lit up. He reached out to take the set of tools, played with them for a while, and then put them into his pocket.

'This is great, it's mine!'

He nodded in satisfaction, "Good job, Kotetsu. Stay outside and don't let anyone in!"

After saying that, he pushed the door open and walked in.

Kotetsu hesitated, took a few steps back, and looked back and forth in the alley, feeling a rare sense of uneasiness in his heart.

Is it really appropriate for him to do this?

At the same time, Mitsui Tsubasa had already walked into Sojiro's residence and began to look around.

By ordinary people's standards, Sojiro is undoubtedly quite successful. The fact that he owns such a spacious house in the bustling city of Tokyo is enough to prove that he had saved a considerable amount of money when he was young.

The landscape paintings on the wall exude a strong Showa style, and the uniquely shaped frog on the shoe cabinet also reveals a different kind of "taste".

Mitsui Tsubasa watched for a while, politely took off his shoes, and began to break into the house.

Because Sojiro's house had poor lighting, it was already dark inside even though it was still bright outside.

Mitsui Tsubasa turned on the lighting function on his phone and quickly found Sakura Futaba's room among a series of identical wooden doors.

The door was very distinctive, with a huge "No Entry" sign on it and densely covered with the kind of seals used by the police to cordon off a scene.

Such an arrangement is hard to ignore.

A faint light shone through the crack in the door, accompanied by the sound of tapping on the keyboard. As expected, Sakura Futaba was at home.

Mitsui Tsubasa nodded with satisfaction, took two steps back and stopped eavesdropping.

He opened the memo and reviewed the script again to make sure he could act according to the plan.

Then he knocked gently on the door and said in a clear and gentle tone:

"Sakura Futaba, I'm here to see you as promised."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a slight bang coming from the room, as if the computer chair was hit.

Then, the room fell into deathly silence, and even with his keen hearing he could not hear any movement.

Futaba was indeed very timid and hid at the slightest sign of trouble.

Imagining Futaba huddled up in a chair, shivering, the corners of Mitsui Tsubasa's mouth slowly rose.

The thrill of a successful prank is truly satisfying.

However, it is better to follow the script now.

"I came to see you because I was recently investigating cognitive science and found out something about you."

He paused, then knocked on the door a few more times. "It's complicated to explain. Can you open the door and let me in to talk slowly?"

However, Sakura Futaba still didn't speak, and the room was silent.

Mitsui Tsubasa sighed inwardly, knowing that it would not be easy to gain her trust, and that it would require patience and strategy.

Fortunately, he still had a trump card.

But... if this trick is used, Futaba might be the first to break down. I hope she is okay.

He took a deep breath and his expression became more serious.

"It's about your mother...being murdered!"

Just as he finished speaking, there was a loud noise in the room, followed by the rustling sound of chairs falling and universal wheels spinning, and it sounded like chaos.

His heart tightened, thinking of Futaba's slender and thin body, and worried that she would be frightened, so he quickly said: "Are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you."

A tiny, weak response came from the room, "Yes, who is it?"

Futaba's voice was trembling and timid.

Hearing the response, Mitsui Yi breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he could communicate with her, he would have the confidence to control the situation.

"I'm Mitsui Tsubasa. You may not know me. But that's not important. What's important is what I'm going to say next is about your past. Please let me in and we can talk slowly."

"Let's talk outside the door..."

"no!"

Mitsui Tsubasa directly refused, saying that only face-to-face communication could better deepen the bond between them.

"This is very important. If you don't open the door, I will use the lock picking skills I just learned!"

As he spoke, he took out the string of exquisite tools and shook them in his hands.

“Wow, wow wow…”

Futaba was obviously frightened and let out a series of indistinct cries.

Mitsui Tsubasa felt a little reluctant, but he knew it was a necessary step.

He waited patiently for a while until Futaba responded in a death-preparation tone: "Give me some time, 3 minutes... please."

After she finished speaking, rustling sounds began to be heard in the room.

Mitsui Tsubasa listened curiously and couldn't help but imagine what she was doing.

Maybe he was tidying up the room?

Scenes from his previous life flashed through his mind, where he also hurriedly cleaned up his room when his friends suddenly came to visit.

It turns out that girls also have this kind of trouble.

He took two steps back, leaned against the wall, and waited quietly.

Time passed minute by minute, and after a full ten minutes, the door of the room finally opened with a slight click.

Mitsui Tsubasa tidied his clothes and then slowly walked in.

Chapter 88: Sakura Futaba's Enlightenment

As soon as he entered the door, Mitsui Tsubasa's steps became hesitant.

Newspapers and books were scattered all over the ground, leaving almost no place to step.

He tried to bypass these obstacles, but soon found it was futile. He could only helplessly step on the paper, making a "crunching" sound and moving forward.

Sakura Futaba's room is a mess.

Transparent plastic bags filled with various sundries were piled up randomly in various corners.

The walls were densely covered with papers and trinkets, leaving almost no empty space.

However, the owner of the room was not here at this time.

Mitsui Tsubasa's gaze unconsciously turned to the closet, where Futaba should be hiding.

But he didn't want to do anything rude and forcibly pull out a girl with severe social anxiety.

After walking around the room a few times, he casually sat down on the only computer chair and began to look at her computer desk.

There is a high-tech computer on the table, and piles of books next to it.

He looked carefully and found that these books covered many fields such as medicine, information science, biology, psychology, etc., and all of them were professional works.

Without a doubt, this is another academic genius.

There is a window next to the computer desk.

The thick black curtains blocked out the light from outside, and the room was as dark as night.

Futaba has been staying in a room like this...

Just the thought of this made him feel depressed for her.