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

"continue."

After paying the bill, the two handed the book to the bodyguard and continued strolling along the Antique Book Street.

There are said to be more than 130 bookstores in Jimbocho Antique Book Street, and each of the shops has its own characteristics. Many bookstores also display second-hand discounted books outside the store, attracting passers-by to stop and take a look.

Wu Jianmiao made full use of women's talent for shopping. She walked from the beginning to the end of the street and bought many different kinds of books.

Mitsui Tsubasa acted as a playmate and picked out a few interesting comics to take home to kill time.

After more than an hour, the two decided to visit one last store before lunch, which was the "origin of Jimbocho Bookstore Street" - Isseido Bookstore.

It is said that this store has been in business for more than 100 years and mainly sells liberal arts books, with a very rich collection of books.

Wu Jianmiao went directly to the bookshelf of the Medical Department and searched for treasures among the vast sea of ​​ancient books.

As usual, Mitsui Tsubasa naturally went to the magazine and novel section to kill time.

At this moment, the phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated.

Two long and one short.

It was the secret code agreed upon with the oracle.

Mitsui Tsubasa's expression changed, and then he walked to a remote corner as if nothing had happened.

Looking down at his phone, he saw Oracle holding up a sign filled with information on the screen.

"Captain, you have a flaw today, meow!"

Flaw? Mitsui Tsubasa was a little confused and quickly recalled what happened today... He didn't feel anything was wrong.

He tapped the screen, signaling the oracle to continue.

The Oracle waved at him and turned the sign to the other side: "The Chief Medical Officer didn't come to see you last night, but today you two came out of your residence together, meow!"

Takemi Mia...!?

Mitsui Tsubasa finally reacted.

Damn it, he was so excited today that he didn't think about this at all. To him, transferring positions through the impression space was "common sense", but the bodyguards didn't know that.

Now he should...

Before he could think it through, his phone vibrated twice again.

The oracle held up another sign: "After I discovered it, I modified the surveillance footage from last night. No one has discovered it yet. Please modify the cognition of the bodyguards on duty tonight, and then you can rest assured, meow~"

here you go!

Mitsui Tsubasa double-clicked the screen to send a signal of encouragement to the oracle. This time he was negligent, and tonight he would modify the cognition of all the bodyguards except Kotetsu to prevent future troubles.

After heaving a sigh of relief, he was no longer in the mood to read comics and just walked around the bookstore casually.

Perhaps because Isseido Bookstore is too famous, there is a constant stream of young people coming here to check in during the holidays.

Mitsui Tsubasa searched the crowd, hoping to run into some "acquaintances". Unfortunately, all he saw were unfamiliar faces.

Half an hour later, Wu Jianmiao selected a large pile of medical books and returned home with a full load.

"I'm lucky today. I found several books related to Kampo medicine. Let's go. These books are enough for me to read for a long time."

After handing all the books to the bodyguard and putting them back in the car, the two of them headed to the delicious food shop that Mitsui Tsubasa had just found.

キッチン南海(南海kitchen).

This restaurant specializes in black curry dishes, which are popular among tourists and office workers because of their unique and delicious taste and low price.

The two were lucky and the seats became vacant within a few minutes.

Mitsui Tsubasa ordered the food according to the food blogger's recommendations and was quite satisfied with the meal.

Although black curry may not look good, it tastes unique and is a sweet curry!

In his mind, sweet curry paired with sweet coffee is no less delicious than Leblanc.

"Now that we've had enough rest, how about we go to the movies in the afternoon?" Seeing that Takemiya was in a good mood, Mitsui Tsubasa took the opportunity to suggest.

"Well... no, I want to go to the research institute." Wu Jianmiao took out his mobile phone to check the work group, with an embarrassed look on his face.

These two days are the final preparation stage for the clinical trial, and dozens of work information were accumulated in just one morning.

Although Miss Dongming said that "she doesn't need to worry about it", she is still worried and wants to go to the scene in person to control the details.

Eden disease, the problem and nightmare that has accompanied her for many years, will be broken by her own hands next week.

When she thought of this, she was in no mood to do anything else.

"Miao Miao, you..."

Mitsui Tsubasa was about to protest, but was hugged by Takemiya. With such a warm and beautiful girl in his arms, even a heart of stone would become soft, and he could not continue speaking.

"We still have a lot of time in the future, but Meihe and the other patients can't wait. Let me finish this period of time, and then I will accompany you to travel around."

Wu Jianmiao's voice was soft yet firm. After hugging him, she began replying to text messages and preparing for work in the afternoon.

"Then my Ferris wheel..." Mitsui Tsubasa still couldn't forget Takemi's rocking car and struggled desperately.

"I'll definitely go next time."

"Okay, but you must go to bed on time tonight. I will supervise you."

"Okay, it's a deal." Wu Jianmiao made a gentle promise, silently urging him forward with his eyes.

The two returned to the car and first delivered Takemiya and her books to the research institute, and then Mitsui Tsubasa went home alone.

The workers were still installing the cabinets. He watched for a while and then returned to the room.

As soon as he came in, he locked the door gently like a thief and took out his martial arts secrets from the bags.

Now was not the time to relax, so he simply put "Forty-Eight Hands" in a comic book and placed it on the empty bookshelf with other books.

After looking at it several times and finding no flaws, he turned on the monitor with satisfaction and contacted the oracle: "How is the data collection of HTPC Company going?"

The oracle's cute little figure immediately appeared on the screen and bowed to him:

"Greetings to you, great legion commander. The superficial data of the hostile company has been sorted out, including basic items such as member information and employee information. The deeper data is still being processed."

A folder automatically opened on the screen, containing the information mentioned by the oracle.

Mitsui Tsubasa randomly clicked on the member information and found that the document had been properly formatted with all the information clearly visible.

"You did a great job. Did you find any information about 'Mifune Chihaya'?"

"I'm sorry, but HTPC doesn't have this person."

Hasn't Chihaya Mifune come to Tokyo yet?

I only remember that she came from a remote mountain village. How can I find her?

Mitsui Tsubasa propped his cheek with his hand and stared at the computer screen in a daze.

I thought about the plot related to Chihaya Mifune several times in my mind, but I couldn't find her specific background. I only remember that after she came to Tokyo, she wandered to Shinjuku Commercial Street and was pulled into the company by Fukura Tomoichi.

When he came to his senses, dynamic music was playing from the computer speakers and the oracle on the screen was performing a dance of his own creation to entertain him.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should praise her.

After the flattery, she developed new "weird" functions that made people laugh and cry.

When she finished dancing and was gasping for breath while drinking water, Mitsui Tsubasa suddenly had a new idea.

Chapter 135: Enthusiastic Informant Mitsui Tsubasa

"Oracle, can you control the surveillance cameras of the shops along Shinjuku Commercial Street? Help me to stake out 'Mifune Chihaya'."

"Calculating... We can do it, but we need more processors, meow!"

Mitsui Tsubasa: "Then buy it..."

After some bargaining, the oracle finally won the victory with his unique negotiation skills.

Using a virtual identity, she rented a vacant suite on the 20th floor of Huiye Building and converted it into a small IDC computer room, with all expenses borne by Mitsui Tsubasa.

The supplier was the one currently doing the construction, and its boss was very happy when he received the follow-up order. He called immediately to assure that the construction would be completed as soon as possible and that the workers would stay directly on site.

After finishing the call, Mitsui Tsubasa sat in his computer chair and doubted his life.

A sudden thought, my wallet shrunk by tens of millions, who could have imagined this...

After getting what he wanted, the oracle showed great courtesy and offered to use the "simulated portrait method" to draw the portrait of Chihaya Mifune.

According to Mitsui Tsubasa's description, after several revisions, the oracle successfully drew a full-length portrait of the fortune teller.

After carefully examining it for a while, Mitsui Tsubasa felt that the portrait already had about 70% of the real person's charm. He added: "When she first came to Tokyo, her clothes might have been simple. You should pay more attention to her appearance and temperament."

"Understood. I'll search for you 24 hours a day!"

Mitsui Tsubasa is cautiously optimistic about this outcome. Now that Chihaya Mifune's matter has been resolved, they can start to deal with Ichiko Oya's matter.

He carefully checked the membership information of HTPC Company and compared it with the supplementary information that Oracle found from various channels. It turned out that there were indeed serious problems:

Those who disappeared directly after making naked donations;

Those who have become homeless due to huge loans;

The whole family joined the club, then went on a trip abroad and never returned;

Most of these people did not even call the police and simply disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people. If it weren’t for their relatives and friends looking for them, there would not even be this little information on the Internet.

Cognitive learning...it can't be wrong!

The Lion Boy Justice Gang has been selling cognitive modification services privately. It seems that HTPC is also one of their small customers, and it is even possible that it is their puppet company.

Be careful when dealing with them!

Print out the information of the victim encountered that day and several other recent victims, and bind them together.

Next, Mitsui Tsubasa instructed the oracle to find Ooya Kazuko's work phone number.

After finding it, he organized his words and made the call.

"Du...du..."

After the call was connected, the person on the other end said skillfully without waiting for him to speak: "Hello, this is Dazhai Yizi, a columnist for the Daily News. May I ask who you are?"

Mitsui Tsubasa's eyebrows moved slightly, and he deliberately replied in a serious tone: "I am an informant, and I have some information I want to sell to you."

"Breaking news?" Dazhai Yizi hesitated for a moment, "About what?"

"HTPC Company."

"HTPC Company!?" Oya Ichiko's voice immediately rose an octave, revealing obvious surprise in his tone.

She repeated it and fell into deep thought, weighing the truth of the matter over and over again.

I just had a conflict with that company yesterday, and today someone came to my door to expose some information. Could this be revenge from that company?

As a journalist, this kind of thing is not unfamiliar to her.

But the case of Yajo Ayami is still waiting for her to uncover the truth...

Oyako drummed his fingers on the table in frustration, unable to make up his mind.

The phone was still on the line, but there was no response from the other end, so Mitsui Tsubasa decided to add some bait.

"I also have the video of Ms. Yajo Utako's donation. You should need this, right? Don't get me wrong, I was also there yesterday."

Dazhai Yizi thought about it for a while and felt that the other party was more suspicious, but she decided to take a risk, "Okay, how much do you offer? How do you trade?"

"Let's do it right now. I happen to be free. Let's go to the Shinnan Big Sister Bar in Shinjuku Shopping Street. Let's talk in person."

"What on earth are you..."

"Dudu."

Just as Oya Ichiko was about to ask what was going on, Mitsui Tsubasa hung up the phone. Although he hated the Riddler, being the Riddler himself was another pleasant experience.

He stretched his body, stretched his muscles, then stood up and left the house.

Time management masters, go!