The package has assigned me way too many objects.

The search operation yielded an interesting result: a replica of a prosecutor's office briefcase was found in a locked, empty locker, inside which was a business suit.

The matter took a rapid and significant turn for the better. The female police superintendent, who had initially been energized and worried about working overtime, now had dark circles under her eyes again. Holding the prosecutor's briefcase, she extended an invitation to Mr. Zhan to confess voluntarily:

"Mr. Zhan, as you've heard, you're the prime suspect right now. We hope you'll cooperate with the investigation. All your rights will be guaranteed until the truth comes out. However, if you surrender yourself, saving police resources, we'll record it truthfully, as it will be an important basis for leniency. But this replica of the prosecutor's office briefcase—are you trying to see which prosecutor will mistakenly take it?"

Shibuya Yoshimi just called to have someone investigate Zhan's family information and found out that his family was preparing to leave the island. She said:

"Your wife and son, who is currently in university, have not yet obtained their passports to leave the island, and the passports will not be approved for the time being. Please be aware of this and consider your family."

Minister Hans felt it was about time to leave, as he couldn't offer much help with the remaining work. He said goodbye to Wei Tian and then turned back to pat Li Zaiye on the shoulder.

"I still need to practice more and improve my professional skills. Becoming an independent chief prosecutor requires a lot of self-improvement!"

The chief prosecutor is basically someone who has entered the inner circle, with their own clerk and assistant, and can build their own team. Lee Jae-yeop and Shibuya Yoshimi, on the other hand, are still in the stage of working in small groups.

Chu Yinan's several outstanding performances made the prosecutors and police superintendents present re-examine this young man. If once could be a coincidence, then two or three times could no longer be explained by simple luck.

Previously, while in the cafeteria, I was the first to discover details that others had missed. This time, there was an element of chance involved. If I had found the suit that Chef Zhan had hidden before making my own deductions and guesses, it would have been much more perfect. However, it is undeniable that I came up with another line of thought from the diarrhea and chaos.

The few quiet maids in the corner of the restaurant had finished their plating lessons and their gazes were now fixed on the little boy surrounded by the crowd.

"This is truly an interesting story. I'm sure the head maid and the young lady would like to hear it."

*

In the interrogation room.

"Hello, are you willing to confess? Of course, you can also remain silent." Mandy sat opposite James with her legs crossed, holding the handle of her coffee cup, which contained warm milk. "Actually, a few years ago, when we investigated cases, we paid a lot of attention to motives and explored the perpetrators' motivations. But recently it's different. We've encountered more and more young people who commit crimes without any logical reason. Do you know about extreme idol fans?"

"I... I only did this for the money. I borrowed money to invest in a project, but the project collapsed overnight, and I couldn't pay it back. Do you know how terrible the cost of not being able to pay back money is in this era? This identity will make me unemployed. Under the AI's record, no one will hire me in the future..." Zhan showed a resigned dejection, but also a sense of relief, as if he no longer needed to pay back the money.

"Get to the point, I'm getting thirsty listening to this." Mandy complained inwardly about all the nonsense, but still went through the motions and encouraged, "Your attitude is very good right now, keep going."

"Then I carried out the plan given by DeepNet. I don't know why they knew so much about the congressman's dining schedule. They also knew a lot about the restaurant's operations. The oilfish were also sent by drone. I secretly replaced the goods in the warehouse. I was just responsible for doing it. After accepting the bounty, I received my first commission, which relieved my immediate crisis and allowed me to pay off the recent interest."

"How much do you owe?" The officer next to Mandy asked curiously about the amount, which had driven him to take such a risk.

"...I still owe 700 million universal coins, and I've already paid 300 million in interest alone." Zhan finished speaking with difficulty, and his whole body suddenly deflated. This number made it hard for him to breathe.

What does seven million universal coins roughly mean? Even the highest-ranking prosecutor, a high-paying profession, only earns around one and a half million universal coins a year. Shibuya Yi, for example, currently only earns around five hundred thousand universal coins a year, not including year-end bonuses.

"And what's the story with that briefcase? Tell me in detail." Mandy became serious, as if this was the question she had been waiting for.

"I don't know. The person who offered the reward told me to lock the prosecutor's office briefcase in an empty cabinet, and then I didn't need to worry about it anymore. Someone would take care of it," Zhan confessed truthfully.

Mandy downed the milk in one gulp, thinking that she should have caught it earlier; if she had waited a little longer, she might have caught something even more interesting.

"Give me a detailed account of the projects you've invested in, including the companies that lent you money," Mandy instructed her subordinate to take notes before leaving.

Chapter 81 Kidnapping and Revenge

Upon learning of the incident, Kim Geun-joon, sitting in his study at home, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His heart was as cold as death, and he was engulfed in silent rage. He then grabbed a cup from the table and smashed it on the ground.

A crisp shattering sound rang out as the expensive wine glass turned into pieces.

"It's that brat again! He's everywhere, ruining everything I do!"

What a jinx!

After a brief outburst of rage, he quickly calmed down and began to consider his next course of action.

The attack on the councilor was aimed at damaging Wei Tian's reputation and removing him from his judicial post, so that their people could be secured. After Wei Tian stepped down, he would lose his judgeship, and his family's main business, the restaurant, would also suffer a sharp decline because of this incident. This could be seen as retaliation for his previous repeated crackdowns on the infiltration of foreign groups.

For this restaurant planning proposal, he had Gray AI assess the success rate, and the numbers he got were very optimistic, but in the end, it still hit the low probability of failure.

There's no point in trying to salvage the situation now; the real issue is how to extricate myself.

"The matter of inducing Zhan to invest may very well lead to me. My passport has been renewed all along, so I have to leave the island as soon as possible!" Kim Geun-joon believed that the police hadn't caught wind of it yet, and that staying here was the most dangerous thing to do.

He always kept the matter of the outlying islands in mind, and Kim Geun-joon never neglected this aspect, whether it was booking boats or renewing his business passport regularly.

This was originally a preparation for his successful retirement, but this time it turned out to be much more embarrassing than expected.

After quickly getting everything sorted out, he started his car's engine under the cover of night and changed the license plate to one he had bought on the black market. His car was an old model with a fully manual transmission, which was unimaginable in this golden age. It would be very difficult to buy one now except by spending a lot of money to customize it.

The departure went exceptionally smoothly, which Kim Geun-joon attributed to his composure and caution. He arrived at the port, where a cargo ship provided by an outside investor was waiting for him. The workers on board were all his own people, but from an ordinary person's perspective, these workers were all too fierce.

"Before the police find out and the AI ​​reacts, let's get off the artificial island quickly, or at least get off the shore." Kim Geun-joon told the "foreman" about the failed plan that evening.

The foreman, whose hair was as flat as a tree stump, listened incredulously: "You mean your plan was ruined by a little kid? And that brat ruined your plans three or four times?"

"It's our business!"

Kim Geun-joon emphasized the word "we" to enhance his sense of team identity with these tough men and to bring them closer together.

This is an experience he gained from managing his fan base. The psychology professor he hired also pointed out that when cultivating extreme fan groups, it's helpful to have "plants" to keep things in check and have them refer to each other as "we," "family," or fan titles. This can increase their sense of identity. Even when external public opinion is criticizing the malicious behavior of those extreme fans, you can continue to lead the discussion by saying that your idol is being maliciously smeared and that you should unite to support them.

"The artificial island system is interconnected. The twin islands are currently the area with the highest progress in the plan. Once this area is successfully established, the market expansion of other artificial islands will be much more efficient. This little kid has caused us too much loss; we can't let it stay!"

A young eyeglass technician, already showing signs of balding, came over and said:

"Tonight is the handover of management between the AIs. There will be about twenty minutes during which the defenses on the artificial island will be weakened."

*

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A condom that appears in the first act will inevitably realize its product value on the bed in the third act... Wait, what was that saying again? A pistol that appears in the first act will inevitably be fired in the third act?

Chu Yinan finished his less-than-pleasant dinner with two pieces of bread. His mind was preoccupied with the upcoming fashion lesson. A hot female streamer he had been following for a long time, who only showed half her face, seemed to have updated her video with a try-on of underwear and stockings produced by Yanliu Company. Chu Yinan had noticed the Silky packaging box in a previous video, and sure enough, she had updated it!

"Are you daydreaming? Is it because you were scared by what happened today?" Shibuya Yi squatted down and gently rubbed Chu Yinan's head with her warm, soft hands.

"No, I just thought about the show I'll be watching when I get back, and I'm kind of looking forward to it." Chu Yinan shook his head.

"Okay, I'll take you home. Where do you live?" Shibuya didn't delve into what kind of program he wanted to watch; it might be tokusatsu or anime.

"No need. With that unexpected incident today, the prosecutor's office will probably be working overtime. If you spend too much time with me, Shibuya-nee's off-duty time will be delayed. I can go back by myself. I can travel around Twin Islands all by myself." Chu Yinan boasted.

Shibuya hesitated because it was already 8:30, and many people might think that this was just the beginning of the nightlife. However, it would take more than an hour to send Chu Yinan back from here and then return to the prosecutor's office.

She knew Chu Yinan was already a high school student, but it was still hard for her to feel at ease.

"Why don't you contact your family to come pick you up? I'll wait for them to arrive before I leave, since it's already quite late."

"No need. I don't want to trouble my family to come out for such a small thing. I can really go back by myself. Even the stupidest human traffickers wouldn't be stupid enough to come to the artificial island and cause trouble."

Shibuya accepted his suggestion, "Okay, then can you send me your location in five minutes?"

"Okay~" Chu Yinan nodded, but still felt that once every five minutes was too frequent.

After watching the prosecutor with her slender waist and full hips drive away, Chu Yinan immediately took out his phone, connected to the street's Wi-Fi, and began downloading 8K high-definition outfit videos.

If he took a boat, the Wi-Fi would not be guaranteed, so he chose to wait for the island bus number one, which has Wi-Fi.

However, while waiting for the train, he noticed that there were two maids waiting at the station, which was almost empty. Judging from the quality of their clothes, they didn't seem to be uniforms from a maid cafe; they were probably more expensive.

On another note, do servants in wealthy families need to take public transportation? Or are they just experiencing it for their masters first?

Could it be that Twin Islands will become a paradise where maids roam freely in the future? Chu Yinan was somewhat looking forward to it, but his attention to the two maids stopped there, because the maid skirts blocked his ability to identify the biggest symbol of charm. Right now, his biggest interest was still the outfit videos that were about to be downloaded!

The bus arrived, its screeching brakes revealing its urgency. Chu Yinan had checked the bus schedule beforehand and knew this was theoretically the Island Ring Bus No. 1, so he didn't even confirm it before boarding and taking a seat in the back corner.

The two maids didn't seem familiar with Twin Island. After a quick check, they got into the car and listened to their juniors talk about the interesting things they had seen at the restaurant that day on their phones.

"That quick-witted kid we met today is a lot like the one sitting behind you!"

The passengers on the bus were doing their own thing and didn't notice the bus's strange deviation from its route.

Chapter 82 Missing

The internet suddenly went down, and the outfit video I was watching abruptly ended, as painful as if I had a bowel movement that was cut in half and the other half just wouldn't come out.

Chu Yinan returned to reality from the immersive viewing experience and only then realized that Shibuya had sent a message thirty seconds earlier.

Why is your route home so strange?

Chu Yinan seemed to wake from a dream. Judging from the unfamiliar scenery outside the window, he must have gotten on the wrong bus, or rather, the bus was not following the original route.

He quickly typed "I got on the wrong bus," but the message, less than a few kilobytes in size, couldn't be sent—the signal was blocked, and there was also interference with electronic devices. Chu Yinan's phone started lagging noticeably and soon shut down, repeatedly restarting.

Cover your nose!

The maid in the seat to his left suddenly called out to him. Chu Yinan subconsciously took another breath and then realized that the air was filled with a faint salty smell of sea breeze and a pungent smell of medicine.

At the same time, he felt palpitations and a strong sense of drowsiness swept over his brain. His thin eyelids felt heavier than when his sister's chest was pressing on his head, making it hard for him to open his eyes.

What's going on? A question arose in my mind, but the person sitting in the driver's seat stood up with a smile. He was wearing a gas mask, and his shiny forehead was his most distinctive feature.

Who are you?!

The maid questioned through gritted teeth, one hand covering her nose and the other hand resting on the back of the chair. Her companion had already fainted, her head leaning against the window.

Her own condition was not good either. The window suddenly popped open and locked from the inside. The closed carriage blocked the air circulation, making the onslaught of sleep even more intense. The car was driving smoothly, but the maid was swaying from side to side, as if she were riding in an off-road vehicle heading towards a rugged mountain road.

"Sorry, sorry, it was purely an accident. You two are servants of the nobles on Glory Island, right? Don't you have your own drivers? Who can you blame for getting into the wrong car?" The bald man in the gas mask spread his hands innocently and stepped on the brake.

The bus, which was less than half a meter from falling into the sea, suddenly stopped. The maid, who had barely managed to stay conscious, was jolted by the sudden braking and lost consciousness.

The car door opened, and a rough, deep voice came from outside asking, "Have you brought the person?"

"We're here! It didn't take any effort at all, even easier than I expected. During the AI ​​management handover period, the guard was indeed lowered a lot. With the help of the gray AI's hacking service, I successfully hacked a bus." The bald man was extremely excited, and his steps were almost skipping.

This is his sense of accomplishment as a top hacker. Although he had the assistance of the gray AI, he successfully hacked into the AI ​​of the artificial island, which was a monster program that had developed to an unbelievable level through self-learning!

He'll go back and post about it online, and he can brag about it for a year. Every morning when he wakes up, he'll definitely post a story to tell netizens about "How I hacked into the AI's city transportation system and hijacked a bus."

"Programmer, bring him down. I'm too lazy to wear a mask on the bus," the foreman, with eyes as sharp as a carnivore's, ordered. He didn't want to waste time; he had experienced firsthand how terrifying the AI ​​on the artificial island was.

However, the area near the seaport can be considered a blind spot for AI. There is a convergence of machinery and data flow here, but the mountains of containers make it easy to hide. By simply removing a few key cameras, they can delay for a long time.

By the time the police on Twin Islands reacted and followed them by nose, they had already left.

The hacker man, referred to as the programmer, walked towards the back of the carriage. The little boy was lying unconscious by the window, and a cell phone with a broken system was lying on the ground.

The programmer frowned. He noticed that Chu Yinan's hand gestures were a bit unusual; his right hand was covering his left, as if he was trying to hide something.

Considering that this little kid is an adopted child of an entrepreneur, it's hard to guarantee that he might have some means of sending emergency alerts and location information.

The programmer carefully put on gloves, then slowly reached out to Chu Yinan, grasped his slender arm, and pulled out his left hand little by little, trying to confirm what he was hiding in his left hand.

—Then, the programmer discovered that the boy's left hand was raised with his middle finger, which was the position he maintained before he lost consciousness. In fact, he was not hiding anything, and the middle finger was specifically reserved for him.

"Tsk! You clever brat, you tricked me!" He reached out and lifted Chu Yinan out of the car like a chick, then threw him on the ground. "Foreman, what should we do with those two women? They're quite pretty. No wonder they're from a noble family, even their servants are so beautiful."