Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Turning the doorknob, I found the door was already locked.

He quietly began using alchemy to unlock the door, carefully opening it while remaining vigilant.

The door was opened, and Isaac saw what was inside.

Mrs. Fujisawa sat at the dining table, her head in her hands, her face filled with sorrow. A plastic bag full of groceries lay at her feet, as if she had just returned from grocery shopping.

"Mother……"

"Ayana... Satomi-kun, you're here too..."

Hearing someone calling him, Mrs. Fujisawa looked up and saw her daughter, then noticed that her classmate who had recently moved next door was also there, and forced a smile.

"Mrs. Fujisawa, what happened?"

"I don't know either. When I came back from buying groceries, I found my front door covered in graffiti... saying things like 'murderer'..."

In a neighborhood like this in Japan, where everyone sees each other all the time, what happened today made her and her family unable to hold their heads up in shame, even though they knew they hadn't done anything wrong.

Mrs. Fujisawa stood up, walked up to Isaac, and asked anxiously, "Satomi-kun, tell me! Did Ayana do something bad at school?"

"Mom, you..."

Ayana's face was filled with disbelief and disappointment.

I was the one being bullied and the victim at school, so why is my mother now asking me if I did something wrong?

"Don't worry, Mrs. Fujisawa," Isaac said. "I will clean up the graffiti outside for you, and I will also investigate who did it. I will give you an explanation in about two days."

"No... there's no need for that... I've already reported this to the police, and I believe they will give me an explanation."

Mrs. Fujisawa sat back down in her seat, feeling utterly dejected. Today's events had been a huge blow to this middle-aged woman.

"In that case, I'll go home first. If you need anything, you can come to my place."

"Thank you, Satomi-kun."

"That's not true."

Isaac turned and walked towards the door, his face somewhat gloomy.

Who exactly is it? Is it that Yamase Yuya? Or is it the parents of the classmates he killed?

'You think I'll regret what you did? I do regret it, I regret not wiping you bunch of trash out of the woods.'

Isaac was just about to return to his residence to begin his investigation when he found his sleeve being tugged.

Turning around, Ayana lowered her head and grabbed his sleeve.

"Rentaro, can you stay here with me?"

Chapter 654: Locke's Invitation

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

In the end, Isaac returned to his home.

Although Ayana really wanted to keep him, she ultimately had to give up.

Back at his residence, Isaac picked up his phone and dialed the intelligence agency.

"Hello? What can I do for you, boss?"

Have you been near the Fujisawa family's house recently?

"This requires investigation. There are no surveillance cameras in the area where the boss is located, so it's difficult to find out who did it," the voice on the phone said. "However, we can investigate who entered this area."

"Good work."

"Is there a problem?" the employee on the phone asked.

“Oh, the Fujisawa family’s house was vandalized with graffiti, and the words ‘murderer’ were written on it.” Isaac rubbed his temples. “I suspect it was done by a family member of one of the three people we dealt with before.”

Yuto Seo, Shiori Okui, and Mao Shibuya are the only three people who have been secretly eliminated so far.

Since the three individuals haven't reached the legal timeframe for disappearance, the police station in the Shirasaki area cannot file a case yet. However, it's hard to say what might happen if their families receive any information.

"So, we should focus our investigation on them?"

"Ah."

After the call ended, Isaac put his phone back in his pocket.

If this matter blows up, the media will probably flock here to gather information like stray dogs smelling meat.

However, there's no need to worry about it getting to the media, because both IW and 'Amalgam' have only one goal: to get a 'listener'.

Both sides will do their utmost to prevent Ayana Fujisawa's personal information from appearing in mainstream media or media outlets with high traffic.

Therefore, the person who did this is already acting against the world's two major military organizations.

"Young Master, you're back very late today. The hot water is ready. Would you like to take a bath first?"

Isaac was sitting on the sofa in the living room when Robert walked over to him and asked.

“Okay, I’ll go in a bit,” Isaac said. “Where’s Levi? I haven’t seen her today.”

"She can't stay still. When you go to school, she wanders around the nearby streets. It's really a headache, even though she can't even speak a few words of Japanese."

"Don't you know how to do it either?"

“So I’ll just stay home and wait patiently for the young master to return,” Robert said with a smile.

“Yeah, you’re a maid and you can’t even cook. I always have to go out and buy ingredients to cook for you.” Isaac sighed and took out his phone again. “It’s raining outside today and I don’t want to go out, so I’ll just order some takeout.”

I had just taken the phone out when a number called.

It appears the telegraph is Locke's.

"I've been really busy lately," Isaac said with a self-deprecating laugh, before answering the phone. "Hey? Locke, how's your translation work in Balalaika going?"

“It’s absolutely awful,” Locke’s lifeless voice came through the phone. “Every day I’m dealing with all sorts of gangs and thugs. Sometimes I haven’t even had a few bites of my meal before I run into a gang fight.”

"Isn't this the same as your life in Roanapur? You'll get used to it. The sooner you get used to it, the sooner I can hand over the business there to you."

"...I will try my best."

"Well, what brings you here today?"

"Oh, right." Locke suddenly perked up. "There's a festival near Kabukicho recently. Do you and Revy want to come?"

"Festival?"

“Yes, Mr. Isaac, this must be your first time in Japan. It’s nice to experience some local traditional activities. There are lots of fun things to do there,” Locke said with a smile.

"Fun?"

"Yes, things like goldfish scooping and shooting."

"Shoot!"

Locke's shooting technique involved using a cork-filled gun to shoot at the gifts hanging on the shelf; if you hit the gift, you could take it home.

However, in Isaac's mind, he pictured a bunch of fully armed soldiers with assault rifles firing at targets in the distance.

"Okay, I should be free tomorrow night."

"That's good. I'll wait for you at the street corner."

"Okay."

Isaac hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

"Young Master, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Locke invited me and Levi to some kind of 'festival' tomorrow, and it seems there will be shooting range and other activities as well."

"Huh? Doesn't Japan ban guns?"

"Who knows? I guess it's open to tourists." Isaac laughed. "I've handled enough guns already, Levi should like it. I just don't know what model it is."

"In Japan... it should be the Type 89 automatic rifle produced by Toyota Industries."

"Makes sense."

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Caicai’s home,

His own mother was still there, heartbroken.

After Isaac left, he loudly questioned her about whether she had done something wrong at school, which made her feel very hurt.

So much happened today.

An unidentified small-scale AS appeared at the school. After school, the child was told that his father had other children. When he returned home, his house was vandalized with graffiti.

Speaking of which, ever since I was born into this family, my father has always seemed to be very cold towards his family members.

Although he presents himself as a successful person in public, he is truly indifferent to his family.

She got up from her bed in her room, opened the door, and walked in one direction.

That was his father's room.

'Although my father always warned me not to come to this room, but…'

Ayana's eyes hardened, and she opened the door and went inside.

This is a study, and the room is very tidy.

clang!

As she walked in, she accidentally bumped into a photo album on the desk. As she carefully picked up the photos to put them back, the contents of the pictures sent a chill down her spine.

"This is……"

The photo shows his father with a blonde woman, both of them looking very happy.

This was an expression I had never seen in my entire life. My father could actually smile so happily back then…

Moreover, the woman in the photo was not his mother at all, but someone else he had met before.

……

Mrs. Fujisawa was tidying up her things downstairs.

The police had come here before to investigate the situation, made some notes, and left, but whether they can ultimately find out anything is still a mystery.