Persona, I am the villain and I can do whatever I want

When Mitsui Tsubasa saw the supplies marked "Made by Iwai Sokusa", he stopped and quickly opened the box.

After some sorting, he found that there were a total of 55 sets of drone weapons, the models were exactly the same as those purchased before.

"It should be enough this time, but next time I'll have to ask him to design some more powerful models."

After thinking for a moment, Mitsui Tsubasa disassembled several drones and began to teach Takemiya and Futaba how to assemble them.

With his detailed demonstration and the oracle's explanation, they quickly mastered the tricks and were able to complete the assembly on their own.

"Please help me assemble the drone first. I'll drive the vehicle into the impression space."

Mitsui Tsubasa asked them for help, and was then pulled away by the excited Oracle.

"Captain, get in the car quickly, start the vehicle, and then turn on the navigation to the other world, meow!" the oracle said anxiously.

"Ah? That's it?" Mitsui Tsubasa recalled his previous experience of bringing a balance bike and a motorcycle into the Impression Space, and asked with some doubt, "Will this work? The rule I discovered before is that you can only bring in things that you can carry yourself."

"That's not the case. I've discussed this with the head researcher. Whether you can bring an object into the impression space depends on whether the object belongs to you. The car you're driving meets this rule, meow!"

"Then what about my previous act of lifting the vehicle by brute force..."

After hearing the oracle's words, Mitsui Tsubasa began to doubt his life.

Chapter 194: Ready

After some time, Mitsui Tsubasa drove all the vehicles into the impression space and called Isshiki Wakaba for assistance.

It took the two of them three trips to transfer the vehicle to the legion camp.

After he finished his work, he returned to the research institute and found that Takemiya and Futaba's work was almost completed.

"Oracle Mega Evolution meow!"

The originally deserted parking lot became extremely lively at this moment, with dozens of drones flying in formation in the air like migratory birds.

When Mitsui Tsubasa walked over, they surrounded him like stars surrounding the moon.

"This is awesome! Let me try Oracle too!" Sakura Futaba stood up excitedly and joined the drone formation game.

Mitsui Tsubasa played with her for a few minutes, then walked over to Takemiya.

Seeing that she was still unpacking the drones, he hurriedly advised: "Doctor Wu Jian, take a break. We don't have enough weapons at the moment, so just put these drones aside for now."

"Are you done with your work?" Wu Jianmiao stopped and stretched his arms gracefully. "What are you going to do next?"

Mitsui Tsubasa thought about it, looked at Futaba who was having fun with the drone not far away and suggested: "This is Futaba's first time at the institute, how about you accompany her around? I'll contact our reporter first."

"Oh, I almost forgot about this." He took out the soul gum from his pocket, "Analyze this gum a little when you have time. This is what Nekomata found in the impression space, and it has the effect of restoring mental strength."

"Oh?" Wu Jianmiao looked curious.

Can impression space also produce food?

It is indeed worth studying.

After the two of them reached an agreement, Mitsui Tsubasa waved and called Futaba over.

"Futaba, why don't you go to the research institute with Doctor Takemi first? Haven't you always wanted to see the IDC computer room?"

"Really? Has it been built?"

Sakura Futaba became interested as soon as she heard it, because the data center computer room is the romance of hackers!

Just thinking about the neatly arranged professional cabinets, the ultra-high-configuration processors, and the star-like, constantly flashing indicator lights, she couldn't wait!

"GOGOGO, Sister Takemi, let's go!"

Wu Jian Miao smiled and shook his head, then walked towards the elevator with Futaba.

After waving goodbye to them, Mitsui Tsubasa took out his cell phone and called Ooya Kazuko.

"Da Zhai reporter, I haven't contacted you for a long time. I wonder if you can do me the honor of having lunch with me?"

"It's you, the... uh, informant number three. Are you here to ask about the company's matter? Don't worry, everything is going well, and they have no power to fight back!" Ozhai Yizi said excitedly.

"Yeah, I know that. I've been following your movements." Mitsui Tsubasa first confirmed, then changed the subject, "But it's because of this that there are some hidden dangers. It's not convenient to talk on the phone. How about we meet in person?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and I could vaguely hear Da Zhai Yizi covering the microphone and talking to his companion.

Mitsui Tsubasa even heard English, it seems that there might be a meeting going on over there.

"Okay, I have time here, where shall we meet?" said Da Zhai Yizi.

"Huiye Building, I'll wait for you in the waiting hall. The time is set at 11 o'clock."

"no problem."

After agreeing on a meeting time, Mitsui Tsubasa hung up the phone.

It was a little after 10 o'clock and there was still time, so he asked the oracle about the location of Wu Jianmiao and the others.

"They're still in the Oracle's computer room, meow!"

The oracle responded quickly and, by the way, declared the sovereignty of the computer room.

With the guidance of the oracle, it only took him ten minutes to find the IDC computer room located in a corner of the research institute.

There was a construction sign outside the computer room door, and various equipment was placed on the ground, and it was obvious that it was not yet completed.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Sakura Futaba wandering around, and Takemi Miu who was forcibly dragged by her. When the latter saw him, he immediately showed a look of help.

"Sister Wu Jian, let me tell you..."

Even standing at the door, he could hear Sakura Futaba's passionate and eloquent words.

He watched for a while with the mentality of watching a good show, until Wu Jianmiao gave him a condemning look, and then he walked over.

"How about this machine room? Isn't it good?"

"Great! I will definitely move the Oracle database here after it's built. It's occupying my computer now, causing my games to lag!"

As soon as Sakura Futaba finished speaking, the oracle was dissatisfied and immediately objected loudly:

"That's not the case! The day before yesterday, Futaba suddenly told me that she wanted to reform herself and work hard, and asked me to supervise her. But yesterday, she started playing games and couldn't stop. I turned off her computer and she got angry!"

"Stop talking, stop talking!"

Sakura Futaba's face turned red and she rushed over to try to snatch his phone.

"How annoying... Change takes time! I clearly played less than an hour of games yesterday. Only a little progress every day is real progress!"

Seeing that the family civil war was about to break out again, Mitsui Tsubasa hurriedly changed the subject and talked about business:

"I have an appointment with the reporter from the mansion to have lunch together, and I will tell her about the impression space. Let's meet at the legion camp at 1pm."

Thinking of the important task this afternoon, Sakura Futaba restrained her playful mentality and nodded obediently to show her agreement.

He walked them around the institute again before saying goodbye and leaving.

……

At 11: am, Mitsui Tsubasa waited for Oya Ichiko in the waiting hall. She was still dressed in a casual style, looking full of energy.

"Da Zhai reporter, long time no see." Mitsui Tsubasa greeted her.

Seeing him extend his hand seriously, Ozhai Yizi also shook hands with him politely, "Long time no see, Mr. Informer. By the way, you are in such a hurry to find me, do you have any new information to share?"

Mitsui Yi looked around and said cautiously: "It's not convenient to talk here, follow me."

He led the mansion's son into the elevator and went directly to his room.

Only after entering the room did Ozaya Ichiko ask in confusion, "Where is this?"

"My place in Tokyo." Mitsui Tsubasa closed the door calmly and guided her to the living room. "This way, please."

Perhaps because of his profession, Oya Ichiko remained relaxed even when entering an unfamiliar environment for the first time, and was even in a mood to evaluate his residence.

"It's really great. When we occasionally go out of town for interviews, the interviewed companies are reluctant to let us stay in such a good hotel."

Out of professional habit, she subconsciously observed for a moment, and then denied her previous words: "No, even the top suites in a five-star hotel can't compare to this. It's worthy of the Mitsui family."

Although there was a hint of criticism in her tone, Mitsui Tsubasa just smiled good-naturedly.

Family members know their own business. A monopolistic chaebol like the Mitsui family is essentially on the opposite side of ordinary people. He has no intention of making excuses for such criticism.

"Miss Dazhai, is there anything you would like to eat? I'll ask them to send the meal here." He changed the subject.

“Just Japanese food, please!”

Da Zhai Yizi blurted out, with a very complicated expression on his face.

"I've been eating out with international friends this week and I'm almost getting a work-related injury... hamburgers, pizza, steak, western food. I used to like these fast foods, but they eat this for three meals a day. It really drives me crazy!"

Mitsui Tsubasa felt deep sympathy for her just by imagining the scene.

Chapter 195: A Son in a Big House: Is everything written in boys’ comics true?

After ordering the food, he remembered the English he heard on the phone and curiously turned the topic here.

"English? Oh, I was just having coffee with my international friends and discussing next week's protests."

Having said that, Ozhai Yizi couldn't help but sigh, looking a little tired.

"It looks like things aren't going well for you?" Mitsui Tsubasa asked curiously.

"How should I put it... this week's protest was quite successful, and HTPC has become a hot topic." She paused and smiled bitterly, "But those feminists think our protest is too conservative, and they are urging me to step up the intensity next week."

"You know, I was often criticized for being strong and aggressive in interviews before. I didn't expect that some people now think I'm too gentle..."

Mitsui Tsubasa opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

As for women's rights, everyone knows about it. And these are foreign mercenaries who are eager to add fuel to the fire and make Japan lose face in the global media.

As a man, he was not in a position to comment on that group, so he could only change the subject:

"I personally suggest that you don't listen to them completely. If something goes wrong, they can just go back to their home country, but you can't leave. What's more, HTPC has a protective umbrella behind it. The more famous you are now, the more dangerous it is."

Oyako nodded in understanding, but she had her own opinion: "Don't worry, I've been a reporter for several years and I have some experience. At this time, the more famous and popular I am, the less likely they will dare to touch me."

"You are wrong, Miss Dazhai. Things are different now. Or rather, the enemy you are facing is different."

Mitsui Tsubasa stood up and asked her to wait for a minute. Then he returned to the master bedroom and brought back a copy of the Impression Space Brochure.

He said nothing, but motioned for her to look at the booklet.

Da Zhai Yizi took it without knowing what was going on. At first he thought it was new evidence, but after looking at it for a few seconds his expression became strange.

"Is this the setting of some fantasy novel?" she asked uncertainly. "I read The Three-Body Problem a while ago. It was really good."

"You can look at the cognitive modification part first."

Mitsui Tsubasa said this and picked up the teapot to make tea.

When he came back, he saw Da Zhai Yizi rubbing his forehead with a confused look on his face.

Seeing him pour tea for her, she came to her senses and quickly thanked him: "Thank you, thank you for your trouble. ... Didn't expect you to make tea for yourself?"

Mitsui Tsubasa smiled nonchalantly, knowing that this was another so-called stereotype, as if young masters like them must be lazy and ignorant, and even need someone to help them with dressing and drinking.

He is not that kind of person... Mainly because he doesn't trust anyone and he doesn't even want to touch anything that is handled by others.

After waiting for a while and noticing that she had put down the booklet, Mitsui Tsubasa asked, "Have you finished reading it? Does it feel familiar?"

Oya Ichiko crossed his arms over his chest, looked at him seriously for a few seconds, and then replied hesitantly: "It is indeed very similar to the victims' conditions, but what does this mean?"

"It's simple, this is their method of committing crimes," he said lightly.

Da Zhai Yizi didn't react at first and thought he was hallucinating. Then he thought... maybe there was something wrong with his mental state and his imagination was too rich.

"It's the 21st century now, we should believe in science... I think they may be controlling their followers through drugs."

"It's not drugs, it's this kind of mind control." Mitsui Tsubasa reiterated, "I know you can't believe it for the time being, it's okay, I'll take you to see it after dinner."

The mansion's son: "..."

Seeing how confident he was, she began to feel a little unsure herself, and hesitantly picked up the booklet again.

Impression space... the sea of ​​souls...

Magical words ran rampant in her mind.

There was a brief silence in the room, and soon after, lunch was served.