Unspeakable bubbles

Nakamura shook his head in distress: "It seems I really am getting old; I must have remembered wrong."

Sam paused, his face darkening, and remained silent.

If the special academy weren't independent of the general law, would he have bothered to come all the way here so early in the morning to ask Nakamura for his cooperation?

Unfortunately, the old man was determined to go against me.

“Old buddy, I’ve always been a law-abiding citizen and have absolutely no intention of going against you.”

Nakamura reminded him, "You see, I contacted your police as soon as something happened. I haven't even contacted the Seventh Ring Tower yet."

"Originally, I could have chosen not to call the police and instead resolved the issue internally."

In reality, Nakamura would never attempt an 'internal solution'. At a time like this, he would rather be as far away from the Seventh Ring Tower as possible than go there himself.

But Sam didn't know that.

Upon hearing this, his expression softened somewhat.

"Then please contact the Seven Ring Tower immediately, and our police will fully cooperate."

Nakamura gave him a headache-inducing look: "Sam, I never knew you were so righteous."

"It's not about a sense of justice; I lost that a long time ago."

"That"

“But I still have a conscience!” Sam interrupted him, pointing to his chest. “I still have a conscience!”

"...Then please throw away your conscience."

The smile vanished from Nakamura's face, and he spoke coldly.

Seeing Sam's stunned expression, he continued, "Wow, what a grand display. Riot shields, stun batons, pistols, you guys are really fully armed."

Nakamura then produced a photograph, as if by magic, showing the scene of the heavily armed police storming the school yesterday.

"What do you mean."

"It's nothing, I just wanted to remind you."

Nakamura said calmly, "The children in this school are not orphans without parents. Although they have to be sent here to study because of the law, their parents still care about them."

"Among them are many formidable individuals."

"What do you think they would think if they saw this photo?"

As he spoke, Nakamura opened the drawer and took out a roster.

"Look, old buddy, these are all our school's sponsors. Haha, they're all parents who really care about their kids."

As Sam looked at the familiar names on the roster, his expression gradually changed.

"Sigh, they're great in every way, except they're a little bit sensitive."

"I especially can't stand seeing my child being treated differently!"

"I'm doing this for the sake of my men, and besides, it's an unspoken rule!" Sam roared.

"It's an unspoken rule, you'll have to explain that to them."

"Furthermore, I must lodge a protest with you."

Nakamura said with a serious expression, "Akimoto Naoe, a perfectly healthy child. How could she have died so inexplicably on your turf? Did... you resort to vigilante justice?"

"Nakamura!!!"

Chapter 59, Section 059: Heaven

Nakamura didn't even lift an eyelid in the face of Sam's roar.

The two are not even from the same system. Others may fear him, but he himself is not.

If it were a trivial matter, I wouldn't mind giving him face, after all, they are both prominent figures in this city.

But since it concerns Yuko, there's no point in even thinking about it.

"Old buddy, I'm always willing to cooperate with you whenever there are any mysterious incidents, and I've helped you a lot, haven't I?"

"..."

Seeing that Sam remained silent, Nakamura knew that he had actually given in, but he was just too proud to admit it.

He smiled slightly, got up and walked to the bookshelf.

"I have a bottle of fine wine hidden here, and I don't usually entertain just anyone."

Nakamura took out a bottle of red wine and poured the tea from the glasses in front of the two men onto the ground.

"Want a drink?"

“No need,” Sam said curtly, still sounding angry.

"Well, that's a real shame."

Nakamura filled both of their glasses with wine and downed his own first.

"Let's drink first as a sign of respect."

“People in our line of work rarely drink.” Sam’s nose twitched, but he still showed no intention of drinking.

No matter how good the wine is, I will never touch anything that a mystical scholar brings out.

"Hehe," Nakamura didn't press the matter. He leaned back in his chair, looking tired.

"I know it's not easy for you, but there are some things you have to explain to your subordinates."

"But I also have my own difficulties."

Hearing Nakamura's "sincere" words, Sam hesitated for a moment: "Is it that difficult?"

“It’s difficult.” Nakamura nodded.

“Nakamura, you’ve put me in a difficult position,” Sam said cryptically.

"Oh? But I think you've already accomplished your mission perfectly."

"You've already met Yuko and chatted with her for quite a while."

"Based on his extensive experience, he concluded that she was not a suspect."

Sam frowned: "But that line of blood-written words..."

You mean that one?

Nakamura smiled and said, "You know the nature of our academy; there are quite a few eccentric students there."

"Don't worry, I'll ask a friend to give Akimoto Naoe a report diagnosing mental abnormality later."

"I see." Sam seemed somewhat interested.

"Of course, I will also send someone to the police station this afternoon to 'assist in the investigation' in order to show our sincerity."

Upon hearing this, Sam's initial indignation vanished.

After all that talk, isn't this exactly what he wanted?

As long as I have a way to save face and let my colleagues know that I haven't given in to the 'Seventh Ring Tower', that's enough.

He originally intended to take this opportunity to conduct a school-wide search to demonstrate the authority of the police station.

It now seems that Nakamura, that old fox, is unlikely to give in.

Well, the basic objective has been achieved.

"The professor is reasonable; you don't know how much of a headache some of your colleagues are giving me," Sam complained, seemingly genuinely.

“If everyone breaks the law, won’t everything fall into chaos? My personal face is a small matter, but if I threaten the stability of public order, the consequences will be much greater.”

"Then the director will have to take on more responsibility. I'm just an old man, I can't possibly order them around."

Nakamura raised his glass. "Really not going to give it a try?"

"Haha, maybe next time." Sam chuckled and stood up from his chair.

"Old buddy, you're leaving already? Shall I see you off?" Nakamura said this without ever standing up.

Sam waved his hand: "Professor, you're getting old. It wouldn't be good to tire you out."

"Ha ha"

"Ha ha ha ha"

After Sam left, Nakamura leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

The exhaustion he felt just now wasn't feigned; with so many things happening one after another at school, Nakamura was genuinely tired.

There's still a report to give at the Seven Rings Tower: dealing with this jerk exposed a lot of my connections, and there's also the situation with Yuuko, and that troublesome disciple, Misa Ohara...

As I was thinking, a wave of drowsiness washed over me.

'I just want to do some research in peace, why is it so difficult?'

Nakamura sighed, temporarily putting aside his worries.

A short while later, the sound of an old man snoring filled the office.

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"Hey, dinner's ready."

In the dormitory, Yu Zi put the food on the table.

Ever since learning of Kimiko's suicide, Bubble has been hiding in his room and refusing to come out.

Misa Ohara didn't care, so Ikuko had no choice but to take on the responsibility of taking care of her roommate.

"Bubble isn't hungry"

The little girl was wrapped in a blanket and curled up into a ball on the bed.

"Sigh," Yuko sighed, a rare occurrence, as she looked at Bubble.

Normally, given Yuko's personality, she would never get involved in such troublesome matters.