Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

"This area is now sealed off. If you continue to make noise, I will arrest you for obstructing official business!"

He pulled out his identification from his pocket and said expressionlessly.

He knew this boy who claimed to be a detective.

Those unscrupulous media outlets exaggerate the merits of some teenagers for the sake of traffic; it's hard for Bai Gui not to see it.

What Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era, what savior of the police?

ridiculous.

Bai Gui didn't actually have any ill intentions towards these students.

Ultimately, they are just kids who can't see the truth and are being used as easy tools to make money.

A child blinded by the praise and vanity of countless people will one day fall.

Therefore, Hyakki Funetaro always ignored these children.

But that doesn't mean he'll let these students do whatever they want.

At the very least, these children should not be present in the cases he is in charge of.

After saying that, Hyakki Funetaro left without looking back, showing no regard for the detective's feelings.

The dark-skinned detective's expression shifted several times, but he ultimately decided to wait outside the blockade.

He believed that the police would eventually come to him to solve the case.

This is his confidence as a 'famous detective'.

"Huh? News from the police?"

Joseph, who was engrossed in his work inside the research institute, looked up in surprise.

The case has been handed over to the research institute.

He was then assigned to Joseph, who had excellent investigative skills.

Although Luo Zhen is also quite capable in this area, Joseph is still more reassuring.

"Hmph, Mr. Joseph, you're already starting to solve the case."

With a grin, Joseph's hand went straight to the television next to him.

Just as he was about to use the Hermit's Purple to recreate what happened last night, a faint sense of crisis came over him.

Joseph's hand froze in mid-air.

"It seems this matter is not so simple."

Joseph's expression gradually turned serious, a departure from his previous carefree demeanor.

Joseph quickly stood up and strode out of the office area.

Next up is Mr. Joseph's performance!

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Investigator Joseph is on the move

As Joseph was being mobilized, Rojin also received the corresponding message.

After all, Masao Yamabuki is, in a sense, Ryouma's teacher.

"So something happened?"

Luo Zhen wasn't actually that surprised when he put his phone away.

After all, in this worldview, far too many people have been killed by aberrant creatures.

Sometimes Luo Zhen wondered how the committee managed to keep it a secret from the public.

After much thought, it's possible that the research institute possesses a variety of methods for erasing memories.

"If Joseph is going, then I won't go."

Rōjin had great confidence in Joseph's abilities.

After all, this is the unparalleled Hermit Purple in intelligence warfare.

"Oh right, our club has a new member today."

Under the shade of the tree, Hirasawa Yui was still talking about the Light Music Club, completely unaware that Ryouma had just looked at his phone.

For Yui Hirasawa, she can chat with her friends all day long, even if her friends don't say much.

That could be considered a talent.

Meanwhile, after consulting with Dr. Samuel, Joseph received a special bracelet from the equipment research and development department.

According to the head of the R&D department, this bracelet contains a small amount of mind-blocking alloy and other substances.

It is sufficient to deal with most psychological attacks.

Joseph gladly accepted it.

Although I don't know if I'll need it, carrying it won't hinder my movement, so why not bring it?

Soon, Joseph arrived at the building of Masao Yamabuki's house in his private car.

"Huh? That is?"

The dark-skinned boy who was driven away, or rather, Hattori Heiji, did not give up. Instead, he hid in a corner and observed Yamabuki Masao's house from afar.

He would occasionally glance at the pedestrians coming and going on the street.

This person is an ordinary office worker; they look very tired.

'This is... a plumber?'

Suddenly, the muscular Joseph jumped into his line of sight.

Despite his attempt to keep a low profile, Joseph, dressed in a black uniform, was still too conspicuous in the crowd.

With a furrowed brow, Hattori Heiji's brain began to work at a rapid pace.

He was physically robust and had a typical Western appearance.

Although he has a lot of muscles, he doesn't look bulky at all; instead, he looks like a cheetah ready to pounce.

The body clearly shows signs of systematic training, but this does not refer to muscle building.

It's something else entirely.

Although Hattori Heiji could see that Joseph had undergone training, he was unable to identify the specific training Joseph had received.

After all, this is a Ripple Warrior.

"This is it."

Looking at the yellow and black cordon, Joseph composed himself; it was time to get to work.

The special task force members behind him took out several identification documents from their pockets and handed them over.

Joseph didn't know what kind of documents they were, but he was certain that they were genuine.

Yes, you can find the information on the official website.

After a brief negotiation, the police officers, led by Hyakki Funetaro, began to evacuate.

The institute's staff immediately took over and sealed off that floor.

The lockdown will only be more stringent than before.

'Perhaps I can go and take a look.'

For some reason, Hattori Heiji suddenly had this impulse.

This case itself had been piquing his interest ever since.

Things have now developed in a way that has completely exceeded his expectations.

The police who were evacuating, and this group of people who were clearly organized.

Hattori Heiji felt his detective (and perhaps reckless) heart burning brightly.

"Very well! I'm going to see what you're up to today."

With a firm clench of his fist, Hattori Heiji spoke with great enthusiasm.

Using the counter-surveillance skills he had learned, Hattori Heiji cautiously approached the research institute's cordoned-off area.

Heiji Hattori, who thought he was hiding his true intentions well, was unaware that all his actions had been exposed to the eyes of the special task force soldiers.

"What's wrong with this kid? Why is he so desperate?"

The special forces soldier on guard duty was puzzled.

They noticed Hattori Heiji, the high school student, from the very beginning.

What the other side thought was a covert spying was no different from being openly observed by the special forces soldiers.

"How to deal with it?"

Heiji Hattori's men, who were observing him through the sniper rifle scope, asked the squad leader.

Should we drive the other person away, or simply erase their memory?

This is a problem.

"Let's see what their plans are. If they're just loitering around the perimeter, then let it go. But if they're planning to infiltrate, arrest them immediately and then erase their memories."

After thinking for two seconds, the squad leader responded.

Generally, they are unwilling to use memory erasure techniques on students.

Especially for brighter students.

Although, at present, none of the various memory erasure methods used by the research institute have any obvious incurable sequelae.

However, the research team, including the experimenters, did not agree with the excessive use of memory erasure techniques on developing students.

Putting aside everything else, let's talk about Aki Tomoya, whose memories were erased 14 times.

This guy has been getting sillier lately.

There's a strange tendency for it to become like the honey badger; to put it simply, it's stubborn and won't turn back even after hitting a wall.

However, correspondingly, this guy's emotional intelligence has subtly improved.

This left the researchers completely baffled.

This is unreasonable!

Keke, get back to business.

Heiji Hattori outside is trying his best to sneak in.

Joseph, inside the room, was also trying to reconstruct what had happened the previous night.

"This wound."

Squatting in front of Masao Yamabuki's corpse, Joseph stroked his chin thoughtfully.

For ordinary people, this kind of wound is completely incomprehensible.

But for Joseph, a Ripple warrior who has faced many strange occurrences, it's not hard to imagine.

'Yes, something tore through his flesh and then escaped.'

'Inside? No, it seems to be a bit more central.'

Before long, Joseph had almost finished analyzing the scene.

Joseph also watched the surveillance video; there were three identical girls.

It seems to also possess abilities like charm?

Joseph seemed to understand where that vague sense of crisis he had felt earlier came from.

"Now, it's time to reveal the secret!"

After scanning the living room, Joseph's gaze fell on the television, which was more decorative than practical.

The Hermit's Purple, its surface rippling with waves, emerged from Joseph's wrist and coiled around the television set like a serpent.

Soon, Masao Yamabuki, kneeling on the ground, appeared in the center of the screen.