The package has assigned me way too many objects.

The movies they watched were all genres that Chu Yinan couldn't understand or like, so he could only play on his phone and touch their thighs. If Chu Yinan had control of the remote, the Ultraman series would definitely be playing on the 8K screen right now.

"Chu Nan, your dad is coming back in a while. He might need you to look after the house and order takeout or something for him."

“It’s been about half a year since Heinrich last came back, and he’s been gone for a long time this time.” Chu Yinan thought to himself that as long as it didn’t conflict with his meeting with Prosecutor Shibuya Gyo, it would be fine.

Incidentally, there are four people in this family, but the "Chu Yinan's father" that Yan Liu mentioned is actually a woman.

She and Yan Liu had been friends for a long time, and were even roommates, it's said? Later, she probably felt that a father figure was needed in family education, so Heinrich took on the role of the father. But in reality, her pectoral muscles were just as impressive as Yan Liu's, she was definitely a woman.

This haphazard arrangement of family roles left Chu Yinan bewildered for a long time when he was first adopted. He even thought that the role of father was gender-neutral, and after starting school, he even asked his classmates, "Why is your dad a man?" This made him a laughing stock at school, and Yan Liu also teased him about it quite a bit.

In short, the parents in the family are all quite unreliable.

Therefore, in this family, the term "father" is more of a meaningless title, without any connotation of being a father.

However, compared to Yan Liu's casualness, Heinrich might indeed have a little bit of the fatherly qualities in terms of maturity and composure. It's just a pity that he's a bit of a pampered child, the kind of person who's waited on hand and foot. He doesn't even know how to order takeout. Moreover, he often uses the excuse of "not wanting to continue the estrangement and suspicion between father and son" to drag him to take a bath together and use his pectoral muscles to clamp his head. He's a rather absurd person.

"Hmm, when will you be back?" Chu Yinan asked, tilting her head as her sister touched her belly.

"I don't know. You know she's a bit casual about time. When she told me yesterday, she said she'd be back in the next day or two, but based on experience, it's possible she could be delayed for another month or so."

"How am I supposed to know when Heinrich will be back? I can't just wait at home," Chu Yinan said, puzzled.

Actually, she could use her cell phone to call and ask, but the problem is that her father doesn't use a cell phone at all; he's like someone out of touch with the times.

"How about I stay home for the time being?" Bei Yutang's gentle hands slowly moved upwards. Just a second ago she was touching her younger brother's stomach, but now she had her hands out of Chu Yinan's collar and were rubbing his face.

“No, Yutang has to stay at the company with me! Anyway, it won’t matter if I’m hungry for a while. Maybe she’ll call someone over to cook, then I’ll save myself the trouble of cooking.” Yan Liu timed it and when she saw that it was time, she took Chu Yinan from her daughter’s arms. “It’s my turn to hold her. Yutang, go take a shower.”

Chu Yinan accepted his position with peace of mind, having already gotten used to it.

Speaking of hiring someone to cook, Chu Yinan thought of the hot spring shop owner in "Snow Village in the Mountains". He really wished he had a cook like that at home!

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The next day.

Today was the day Chu Yinan was going to the prosecutor's sister's house for a free meal, so he waited at the entrance of the prosecutor's office early. Since he was half an hour early, Chu Yinan naturally had to find something to do to pass the time.

"The deadline for meeting with the 'good girl' has passed. Let's try to ask her out."

Chu Yinan put on the wireless earphones his father had given him and dialed the number. He thought that this time the call would be answered after half a minute or rejected, but the call was answered instantly.

It felt just like chatting with Fuxi and Qilin; no matter what the question was, I could get a reply instantly.

Although he knew the other party was most likely aware of his presence, Chu Yinan still maintained a polite and friendly attitude:

"Hello, my surname is Chu. May I ask how you address me over there, miss?"

The call was answered instantly, but instead of a reply, strange sounds echoed through the earpiece. It sounded like saliva sliding down the throat and swallowing, then like the sound of the other person's wet tongue licking their lips, and then like breaths coming out of a warm mouth.

Chu Yinan's ears are quite sensitive, and the headphones are of good quality, so this phone call was a bit like a borderline ASMR call, which gave Chu Yinan goosebumps.

But this shouldn't be the case. A mobile phone microphone can't pick up sound to this extent; it's impossible to create an ASMR effect. And is the other person putting the phone in their mouth and licking the microphone?

"Hello?" Chu Yinan took off his earphones and switched to using his phone's earpiece to answer the call, blocking out the strange sound from his ears.

But the other party seemed to be mute, showing no intention of giving a proper reply, and continued with this subtle and inappropriate sound from the moment the call was connected.

"The microphone is dirty, can you please stop licking it? Bacteria will enter your stomach through your saliva, it's disgusting," Chu Yinan couldn't help but kindly remind him.

The voice on the receiver stopped abruptly, but then turned into a light laugh, as if the caller had spotted their prey, before the call ended.

Chu Yinan was completely bewildered and sighed wearily, "I'm numb, utterly numb. Could there be something wrong with my brain?"

Their temperament is prone to drastic changes; they might wear winter clothes or uniforms in the sweltering heat, or lick the phone while on the phone. They are unpredictable!

Puzzled, Chu Yinan waited until the prosecutor's office closed. Shibuya Yi had initially thought Chu Yinan hadn't come, but he was surprised to find him waiting at the door.

"If you don't want to come in to find me, just tell the front desk."

"No, no, that's not my territory. It wouldn't be good if I ran into Prosecutor Lee Jae-yeop."

Chu Yinan looked timid, which made Shibuya Yi even more amusing to see the little guy. Did he mean that he dared to scold him so harshly last time because they were at school?

“I’m taking you to a restaurant today. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to cook the dishes you asked for well, so I’ve had someone else prepare them,” she said.

"I'm so sorry to trouble you, Prosecutor Shibuya, with all this expense. Let's set off now!" Chu Yinan was already looking forward to it.

Shibuya took his little hand and led him to the parking garage to get the car, and then they set off together.

“You don’t need to call me prosecutor in private, you can call me Auntie.” Shibuya suddenly said, holding the steering wheel. Although it already has self-driving capabilities, she still occasionally wants to drive herself.

"But you're not old enough to be called auntie yet, can you call me Miss or Sister?" Chu Yinan sat in the back seat watching the news and felt that Shibuya Yi was not really suitable for the role of auntie.

Unless it's a sister-in-law or great-aunt, but he doesn't have that kind of relationship.

"Either is fine. But calling me 'prosecutor' in private makes me feel pressured while I'm at work, and it affects my mood when I leave work."

"I understand, I understand." Chu Yinan nodded.

Suddenly, a news article about Wallace Zero Splatoon popped up on his screen. Seeing this kind of news before dinner was really a downer, making him worry that he might eat something wrong and spray himself too.

However, this Hualai is really unfortunate, as most of the news about it is related to jets.

Chapter 74: The Outburst Begins!

The restaurant that Shibuya chose was located in a less bustling area, even somewhat like a secluded alley, and the decor in front of the door revealed a niche elegance.

However, this niche restaurant has a mixed style, with some Chinese and some Western elements, and even curry dishes on the menu. Fortunately, the restaurant has good ratings on some travel apps, which means that at least the taste is acceptable.

"Is there anything special about this restaurant? It's in such a remote location, but it's still quite popular, and the prices are a bit high," Chu Yinan asked curiously after he and Shibuya Yi sat down in a quiet corner of the restaurant.

The relatively high level of spending can be considered Shibuya's way of thanking her; at least it wasn't just a quick bite of instant noodles from a roadside stall. Moreover, it's highly personalized, so they also accept customized dishes. Otherwise, a star-rated restaurant wouldn't be willing to make those horrible dishes for her.

"Do you know that judge in the court who really hates radical fans who cause trouble?" Shibuya had already made a reservation in advance, so she didn't need to order food, just drinks.

"I remember, what's wrong? Why are you suddenly bringing this up?" Chu Yinan observed the dining environment in the restaurant and mentally gave it a good score of seven out of ten.

Judging from the types of guests, there were more business people than family gatherings or couples on dates. Chu Yinan saw several people carrying briefcases from different law firms.

"This restaurant is owned by the family of that judge, Wei Tian, ​​so you can see the type of customers. They are more or less trying to curry favor with that judge when they dine here. However, the food is still pretty good because the chefs are all poached from big restaurants."

Restaurant reservations are based on time. Guests reserve their dining time, and the chefs prepare the food in advance. Shibuya Yi had included the time spent on traffic when making her reservation, but in reality, the journey was smooth sailing. The tidal traffic system seemed to be on her side, with green lights all the way, which is why she has to wait a little longer now.

Having met so many times, Chu Yinan felt it would be a bit much if he still didn't recognize the other person. Now that he had even gotten a free meal from the other person, he began to re-examine Shibuya Yi's appearance.

She has a classic oval face, her eyelashes are done, and she's wearing light purple eyeshadow today. She's usually a steady and dignified person, and you could even call her upright, but her makeup is as frivolous as ever.

Chu Yinan had seen her wearing a tight-fitting bodycon dress before, but today she was wearing women's formal trousers, making her almost unrecognizable.

"Why are you staring at me?" Shibuya pushed the lemonade in front of Chu Yinan, noticing his unwavering gaze.

“We’re so familiar with each other now, so I won’t hide it from you, Shibuya-san. I’m a little face-blind, so I’m trying my best to recognize your face.”

"How did you recognize me before? I remember when you first came to the prosecutor's office for your internship, you recognized me at the coffee shop, right?" Shibuya Yi didn't quite believe it, mainly because she couldn't tell that he had face blindness.

"That's recognizing people through other characteristics, such as clothing size, hairstyle, hair color, etc."

"Okay, good luck then!" Shibuya Yi didn't know what to say. It wasn't something to joke about someone being face-blind. She remembered the time she asked me to watch the security footage. "Why did you ask me to watch the security footage? Did you have any new clues?"

"No, it's just that I heard from the grandma at the stew shop that besides me buying food from her that day, a girl from another school wearing winter clothes also packed a meal. I was a little curious."

"I see." Shibuya said with some disappointment.

In recent cases, Shibuya Giri has discussed them privately with Mandy. To use that panda-eyed description: these cases involving extreme fans feel like they haven't finished their business.

The description is somewhat crude, but that's roughly the gist of it.

They had caught the perpetrators, and even sensed that someone was directing them, but they just wouldn't come out.

The word "instruct" might be inaccurate; it should be "inducement." They exploited the blind worship of fans to induce them to commit acts that harm others. The perpetrators themselves claimed it was a spontaneous act, not instigated by anyone, but merely an impulsive act. However, the police and prosecutors have already handled so many cases involving extreme fans, and they clearly cannot accept such a perfunctory yet all-powerful explanation.

Police officers have already tried to infiltrate these fan groups to see if there is any marketing or brainwashing behavior, but they have found that these fan groups are divided into external fans and core fans. It will take some time to infiltrate the core group, and progress is slow at present.

Mandy complained to Shibuya that the police officers had lost their minds and were speaking in a strange tone—"She's really working so hard, and the characters she writes are so gentle...I'm so sad!" and so on.

"That part of the monitoring data can still be accessed directly online. I'll show it to you after we finish eating." Shibuya Yi flicked her hand in her bag to indicate that she had her work tablet with her.

The waitresses brought the food over. Although they were all professionally trained, they still showed a strange expression when they saw the somewhat bizarre dishes. In the end, out of professional ethics, they smiled and put the plate on the guest's table.

"What is this plate? I didn't order fried fish, did you get the wrong one?" Shibuya pointed to a plate of beautifully presented but small fried fish fillets that the waiter had brought over.

"It wasn't a mistake. The manager said it's our anniversary, so we're giving every customer who dines today a complimentary pan-fried cod with our special recipe, while supplies last. It's just a small token of our appreciation," the waiter replied with a smile.

"Chu Nan, do you eat fish?"

Chu Yinan looked up at the waiter: "Did you put lemon juice in this fried fish?"

"This is a secret sauce, without lemon juice."

"Then I won't eat it." Chu Yinan's attitude was firm.

Shibuya Gyo didn't want to eat fried food lately, so she asked the waiter to take it away and ate vegetable salad and Chinese pastries instead.

Chu Yinan stirred the two custom-made dishes with a spoon, but couldn't bring himself to eat them.

"Why do you put so much oil in risotto and lemon scrambled eggs?" He sniffed, faintly smelling a sweet aroma. His expectant expression immediately fell, and he pouted, saying, "Why did you put in so much sugar?"

It wasn't that Chu Yinan was intentionally picking a fight, but both of these points touched on his sensitive spots. The rice in this stew was glossy and moist, unlike what he ate at home.

Shibuya Giri also wondered, "I clearly remember telling you to keep it as original as possible, so why did you add sugar?"

At that moment, a commotion suddenly broke out in the restaurant. A scream came from somewhere, followed by several desperate cries for the restroom. Then, several customers in nearby seats suddenly stood up, their faces turning pale. They didn't care about their appearance and rushed towards the restroom. Yellowish-black wet stains appeared on their buttocks, and a strange stench filled the restaurant.

Chu Yinan put down his spoon, stunned, and covered his nose.

Chapter 75 What happened again where you went?

After Chu Yinan finished complaining, he belatedly realized that he might have been a bit impolite to point out the bad food so directly. Although it was not Shibuya Yi's fault, it should be considered as offending her.

As for interpersonal relationships, Chu Yinan had read some people's emotional sharing, talking about workplace details, how to treat elders during holidays, and the details of roommate interactions, etc., all of which revealed a kind of hypocritical deliberateness. But that was also unavoidable; living under such rules, one could only act according to these customs and rules.

Chu Yinan had just regretted not thinking of this, but fortunately, the restaurant suddenly started spraying, which saved her from the embarrassment.

He slyly pressed his phone under the table, asking Fu Xi how to respond to this situation.

Shibuya Giri is also in an awkward position. Inviting someone to dinner, especially a thank-you dinner, what's the worst thing that could happen? The food not being tasty enough, or a safety issue. The latter is basically beyond redemption.

The moment Chu Yinan received the answer, the brief silence ended. He said somewhat stiffly, "Thank goodness we hadn't eaten yet. What happened in the restaurant? It looked like quite a commotion."

It wasn't just big; some normally impeccably dressed elites were now ashen-faced and looked like they wanted to die. Those with weaker stomachs started uncontrollably passing gas in succession, highlighting how terrifying it was.