The package has assigned me way too many objects.

[Marisa: Since I don't have to worry about food and lodging, my salary is directly deposited into the monastery's account. Brother, what's wrong? Why are you suddenly asking this?]

What is the salary?

[Marisa: The monastery receives 15 in donations every month, which should be considered part of my salary, right? It adds up to a large sum over a year.]

"You didn't receive the money yourself?"

[Marisa: Brother, what's wrong? Didn't you just say everything was fine? What happened to you?]

"It's okay. Remember to contact me whenever you have time. I'll come to visit you. If you come to Twin Islands, you can let me know."

Marissa: Okay, sure~

*

Police station.

The police superintendent with dark circles under her eyes was enjoying her paid time watching TV dramas, sitting comfortably in her office chair, when a phone call interrupted her pleasant time.

"Why is this caller ID garbled? Is the equipment malfunctioning?" Mandy muttered, reluctantly picking up the phone. She looked tired, but her tone was serious and professional. "Hello, this is Senior Superintendent Mandy. What can I do for you?"

Chu Yinan was secretly surprised. Miss Mandy was working so hard on the weekend. Her tone of voice was different!

I've heard that if you're in trouble, go to the police station. Last time, AI Valentina reported on Kim Geun-joon; his company had financial fraud issues, and a minor girl's wages from a part-time job there were embezzled. Which agency should I report this to?

“The police can’t handle this at this stage. We have to report it to the prosecutor’s office first, but you’ll need to provide a minimum amount of evidence.” Mandy could have easily ignored it, as it was outside her area of ​​expertise, but after a moment’s hesitation, she sighed and said, “Where are you now? I’ll take you to complete the preliminary procedures, and the location information will be sent directly to this number.”

BG Corporation, a company that refused Turing Tower's AI intervention services, is not as financially transparent as AI, so it's indeed possible that this could happen.

After hanging up the phone, Mandy suddenly became puzzled. "That's not right. Even if it's an inquiry call, it shouldn't be able to call me directly. Is this someone I know?"

No, it doesn't seem like it. None of the people I know have a voice that sounds similar to the person who just called.

Never mind, it's probably a wiring problem.

Mandy dialed a friend's number, trying to persuade them to go out with her: "Hey, Shibuya, wanna go shopping? Remember to bring your work badge, I'll take you to a great place!"

*

Chu Yinan took the elevator back to the self-service office.

According to the plot of some strange doujinshi, now that he has obtained the other party's fatal evidence, he can coerce her into posing in all sorts of ways, right?

Unfortunately, Chu Yinan wasn't that kind of person, and the other woman didn't have anything that would attract him. It felt like her stockings alone were much more attractive than Fissla herself.

Surprisingly, Chu Yinan thought Fissla would be intimate with her boyfriend, but it turned out she was alone in the self-service office looking at documents.

When Fissla saw the man return, she couldn't help but laugh sarcastically: "Worried about not getting paid to make a living, you've slunk back like a stray dog? Where's your self-respect from when you were just acting all high and mighty?"

"Are you really not going to have your project studio issue a statement apologizing? It's not too late." Chu Yinan wasn't annoyed by this humiliation.

"Has your disability spread to your brain?" Fissla made it clear that this was impossible.

"What do you think about the misappropriation of Marissa's salary? There's still time for civil mediation."

Fissla's heart tightened, and cold sweat trickled down her back, but she still stubbornly said, "I don't know what you're talking about! You're interfering with my work. I'm going back to my office. Goodbye!"

As Fissla walked out the door with her laptop, she bumped into two beautiful and capable women in business suits standing at the door.

"This should be it, miss. May I ask if your name is Fissla?" Mandy reached out to block the doorway.

Chapter 20 Unexplained Disappearance

"Are you in charge here? We're only here for a preliminary investigation to verify the authenticity of the situation. Someone has provided evidence that you owe wages to minors who are doing internships. If you're willing to cooperate, please hand over these materials for us to examine."

After showing their work IDs, Shibuya and Mandy wrote down the information they needed to investigate on a tablet.

The branch manager glanced at Fissla with a gloomy look. The prosecutor's office would only take action when they had more concrete basic evidence. Right now, it was just a preliminary investigation, at most just investigating the "Morishiro Chika" project. But if they didn't cooperate, these guys might start a full investigation when they got back, using this as an excuse to thoroughly investigate the branch's overall financial situation.

Every company operation involves some gray-area practices to some extent, such as dual contracts, which are common practices. Such thorough investigations are a nightmare for any company.

The only option is to make a tough decision...

“Fissla, you are in charge of this project. You will cooperate with the investigation. If the prosecutor’s findings are true, you’d better watch yourself!”

Fasla's face was ashen; her forced flushed makeup couldn't hide her pallor. She glared resentfully at the limping man and made a final attempt to protest: "I want to see the evidence of the identification!"

The company has its own management system, which refuses to allow AI to intervene in management. There shouldn't be any loopholes that can be discovered. The internal system of the branch office has also been modified and the modification traces have been erased. Even if they go online to check now, they won't be able to find it. So why are they so sure of identifying it?

“You should ask yourself why you don’t destroy this.” Chu Yinan threw a financial statement at him. “Yeah, you even have to ask someone to take the elevator downstairs to buy a latte, so you can’t be expected to carry such tiring documents downstairs.”

*

*

Shibuya has already notified her colleagues in the technical department to come over and work overtime. They need to check the data for a project. It's obvious that she and Mandy alone are not enough. Moreover, Mandy is the type who gets dizzy when she sees numbers and financial tables, so there's even less hope that she can share the workload.

Chu Yinan, seeing that his report was complete, planned to sneak away, but was stopped by Mandy.

"Sir, please wait a moment. I need to verify your identity as well. What is your relationship with the victim who was owed wages? Why are you reporting this on their behalf? Did you receive authorization from the victim? We also need to verify how you obtained that ledger. If you obtained it by theft, please come to the police station for a chat."

Mandy's eyes were sharp, giving the impression that she could see right through you. Even her dark circles couldn't diminish the brilliance of her eyes. Chu Yinan had never been stared at like that before. He had initially thought she was just a lazy bum, but now he realized that when she was serious, she was worthy of the title of senior superintendent.

"There are so many problems... I'm an AI employee, helping to improve user experience and such. I learned about this while contacting Sister Marissa at the Convent of Our Lady of the Assumption. When I came here to continue working, it just so happened that Fissla was my next client, so I kept an eye on her. Then, I accidentally found this financial spreadsheet in the shredder room on the first floor."

"The Monastery of Our Lady on Glory Island? We'll have someone go there to verify later. Haven't we met before?" Shibuya Yi slowly walked around Chu Yinan.

Shibuya Gyuki didn't have the habit of expanding her social circle, but she had encountered quite a few men of all kinds through her work. She searched her memory, but couldn't recall any recollection of this man.

However, it also felt vaguely familiar.

As the female prosecutor walked by, she left a faint scent of perfume, but Chu Yinan, who was being watched, couldn't secretly savor the fragrance; he was worried about being recognized.

"I guess it's because I have a common face and nothing special about me, so it's easy for people to feel that I recognize me. Maybe that's a kind of 'first impression' thing."

[Valentina: I've registered a new identity for you for your current appearance, Yan Bei. I haven't used the alias you used for Fisla before; that name is easily associated with your real name.]

Chu Yinan felt relieved upon hearing the reminder in his ear.

Mandy casually took two steps in front of Chu Yinan, seemingly unintentionally, but in reality, she and Shibuya had blocked his path, essentially cornering him.

Chu Yinan had a bad feeling. These two were too perceptive. He had never felt like he was being watched when he was following them before.

“When I was asking Fissla about the details, she mentioned that you have difficulty walking, but your legs seem fine to me?” Mandy handed the cane that Chu Yinan had forgotten to take back to him.

[Valentina: You'll turn back in five minutes. Manage your time wisely.]

Why didn't you say so sooner?! Anti-addiction systems usually give a 30-minute warning in advance!

Chu Yinan took the cane, thanked him, and repeated his previous explanation: "But that doesn't conflict with my need for a cane, because I bumped my head when I was a child, and sometimes when I'm walking, my legs will get stuck and I can't control them."

"I'm sorry to hear this. Please sit over there for ten minutes while our colleague arrives. They'll need to do a quick registration, and then you can leave." Mandy slapped her forehead. "Look at my memory! What's your name?"

"Yanbei, do you mind if I go to the restroom now? Ten minutes might be a long wait. Just to be safe, I'd like to go to the restroom on the first floor. They have accessible stalls there, but I don't think they're available here," Chu Yinan said apologetically, trying hard not to reveal her anxiety.

“Okay, but let us show you the way. We went to the restroom when we came, so we know where it is.” Mandy was cautious and said that her legs were fine, and she even forgot to bring her cane, but she emphasized that she needed to go to the accessible restroom.

There's a bit of inconsistency in these details.

Chu Yinan did not refuse them, because if he dragged it out any longer, he might have to turn into a cute little boy on the spot.

Upon arriving at the first-floor restroom, Shibuya Yi, under the pretext of "checking if the floor was slippery," went into the men's room to confirm before letting the man named "Yanbei" in.

"If you get leg problems again, just call us. Don't be shy, safety comes first," Mandy said with a smile.

"I will." Chu Yinan turned and entered the men's restroom.

After hearing the door close, Shibuya said to Mandy, "I checked, there's a vent in the bathroom. Only small children or people who are short can climb out. Yanbei's size isn't enough to make it."

Mandy trusted her friend's abilities: "Hmm, don't you think he looks familiar? Is it just my imagination?"

Shibuya Yi nodded, still thinking about where she had seen Yan Bei before: "You're not alone. I have the same feeling. I must have seen him somewhere before, but I can't remember."

Fifteen minutes later, no one came out of the men's restroom. Mandy called a male subordinate into the restroom to check on the situation, only to find it empty.

"This is unbelievable!" Mandy and Shibuya Yi stared at each other in disbelief.

Chapter 20 Unkind Praise

In the monastery's dormitory room, Marissa was alone in the dimly lit room.

The room was dim because the lights were off and the curtains were drawn tightly; she had locked herself in the room, a habit she had developed recently.

Doing nothing, just lying on the table in a daze, avoiding the light and the attention of others.

Her voice is very distinctive because it is quite pleasant to listen to. Even though she is also very pretty and cute, the compliments people usually give her are, "Marisa's voice is so beautiful!"

Because of her innate voice, Marissa was given the opportunity to earn money for the monastery as a token of gratitude.

Voice actors don't actually need to show their faces in public; their voices are their livelihood. However, the company saw that she had a good appearance and was a nun, which brought her a lot of attention. With proper packaging and management, she could also boost the popularity of the "Kamishiro Chika" project. So, they let her occasionally show her face on shows.

Marissa initially refused the extra work because it would take up a lot of her time, but she agreed after hearing that it would increase donations to the monastery.

Everything was going well. Her classmates, teachers, and audience were all kind-hearted, and praise and encouragement were the most frequent words they spoke. Marissa was proud and happy because of this, and being recognized was a very happy thing.

But everything changed dramatically in the last month before the "character graduation".

With her contract nearing its end, Marissa's refusal to sign drew pressure from the project studio, and rumors began to circulate that "voice actors were trying to sell their roles to adult product companies in order to earn money," but these were actually just rumors fabricated by the company.

People always want to believe what they want to believe. Everyone knows the fact that "voice actors do not own the characters," but they turn a blind eye and start maliciously attacking her voice works.

The attitudes of those around her changed drastically, as if she had been living in the Truman Show all along.

After the company officially decided to sell the role, all the negative public opinion brought about by this action was placed on her. Originally, her classmates at school only discussed it privately, but in the last week, it became a topic of loud conversation, and even discussed it loudly in front of her.

From adoring praise to slanderous insults, from tolerant intimacy to estrangement, these changes came too suddenly. What's frightening is that no one is willing to believe her voice. Even if some fans on the internet are willing to support her, they will be drowned in a flood of abuse.

Now that she's back at the monastery, even though the abbess treats her very well, apologizes for the injustices she suffered outside, and everyone treats her as warmly as they did a year ago, there's still a lingering psychological shadow from her time on the island.

Marissa always felt that people in the convent were talking about her behind her back, just like classmates and teachers in school.

Of course, this might be an illusion, but she couldn't shake the feeling from her mind.

What was originally just an internship to "prove that she has grown"—an internship that her companions could complete simply by helping out in the homes of residents and handmade bread workshops near Glory Island—was once a source of pride for her, but now it has become a memory she doesn't want to recall.

Even though she knew those were slanderous attacks, she now felt as if she might have really done something dirty and wrong.

If it weren't for what happened in the last month, Marissa would probably have proudly told the man about her internship today, about her achievements over the past year.

"Marisa, dinner is ready. Everyone has washed their hands. Why don't you come down and eat with us?" Dean Josh gently knocked on Marisa's door.

"I'm a little tired today, so I'd like to go down a little later. You can leave the cleaning up to me. I'll be down in a bit."

Marissa wanted to wait until everyone finished eating before going downstairs. The word "everyone" now terrified her. Even though she could pretend to be nonchalant, she would still avoid familiar crowds to avoid any potential harm.