Neurolink System in the Modern World-Chapter 125: Frame Part 2

Not finding him, I returned to my car and followed the police car to the station. He was the main witness in this crime, so he was sure to show himself at the police station.

Thoughts swirled in my mind as I trailed behind them, pondering the peculiar turn of events. The city's usual hustle and bustle had given way to a somber atmosphere, with pedestrians gazing curiously at the commotion as they walked by.

RING RING RING

"Hello," I answered my phone when I saw that Ayumi was calling me.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, something came up. I promised to call you after I'm done. You can go home now," I explained before ending the call.

With Ayumi informed and my mind somewhat at ease, I turned my full attention back to driving.

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The police station was a sturdy, imposing building, with a facade made of grayish-blue bricks that gave it a somewhat stern appearance.

The parking lot was located just outside the station, separated by a low iron fence. I had parked my car making sure to leave enough space for other vehicles and adhering to the marked lines.

As I exited the vehicle and walked toward the entrance, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I mean, I'd committed so many crimes that I practically had an automatic response to law enforcement. Seeing a police officer made me break into a cold sweat and contemplate my life choices.

'Oh man, how low did I become?' I had to force chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

Stepping inside, I immediately feel a sense of discomfort. This was a place I had never wished to be, and it was ironic that my first time here was as a visitor rather than a suspect/criminal. The thought crossed my mind that, given my previous actions, I could have easily been on the other side of the law.

Just the amount of crimes I committed will surely sent me to Death Penalty.

The atmosphere inside was filled with a sense of urgency . Officers and civilians moved busily, some worried and others frustrated, waited for their turn to be heard. As I made my way through the lobby, I approached the front desk, where an officer was busy handling inquiries..

"Excuse me, I'm looking for someone who was brought in earlier. Her name is Miss Yong," I said, trying to maintain a calm demeanor.

The male officer glanced at his computer and then back at me. "Are you family or a friend?"

"Friend," I replied.

"Wait a moment ," he said and picked up the phone to make a call. After a brief conversation, he directed me to a waiting area and told me someone would assist me shortly.

I took a seat, my mind racing with thoughts about the situation. It seemed like trouble had a way of finding me, whether I sought it or not.

"Are you from Goyang HS?" A female officer's voice jolted me from my thoughts. I raised my head, and for a moment, I thought I was seeing things.

"Ayumi?" I blurted out subconsciously. The woman in front of me bore a striking resemblance to her, except for the fact that she was taller. However, certain physical attributes seemed oddly similar like their melons.

"You know my sister?" She asked, clearly surprised by my reaction.

'Sister? So she's Ayumi's big sister,' I thought to myself. I hadn't seen her face before because I was enjoying my cozy life inside the cabinet before. However, upon closer examination of her features, I could tell that good genes ran in Ayumi's family.

I would be lying if I said that I was not attracted to her. Seeing a more mature version of your own girlfriend will surely elicit some kind of reaction.

Now I became curious about what her mom looks like. I mean, Asians tend to age slower, so if she's in her 40s, then that would only be 30 in Korean ages.

"Yeah, I'm her teacher," I replied with a friendly smile. I need to act friendly with my future sister-in-law.

"Just her teacher?" She raised her eyebrows and gave me a skeptical look. "A young, handsome teacher that calls my sister intimately by her first name?" She asked, clearly not buying my explanation.

"I call all my students by their first name. It's my way of making them feel more comfortable," I made up some nonsense off the top of my head.

"Oh, what a sweet teacher," she smirked as if trying to get me to make a blunder. Unfortunately for her, I'm too good to fall for that trick.

I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

"Why are you looking at me like I'm some kind of criminal?" I quipped.

"Well, you could be if you had met her a year ago," she replied playfully.

"She's really something," I sighed to myself, realizing that she was the total opposite of Ayumi.

Now I understood why Ayumi was so afraid of her. She was incredibly observant and knew how to navigate people at her own pace. I had to be careful around this type of woman.

"So you're here for Ms. Yong?" she asked a different question.

"That's right. She's my colleague, and I just wanted to check on her," I laughed awkwardly. It was a relief that she changed the topic herself; otherwise, I might have been forced to use my skills to divert the conversation.

"So, how's Ms. Yong doing? Is she alright?" I quickly asked. This was the perfect opportunity for me to escape from the awkward situation.

"She's shaken up, but she's okay now. It was a really unfortunate accident."

"How about her fiance? Is he here now?" I inquired, eager to expedite the mission by speaking with him directly.

"I can't really answer that. We are not allowed to disclosed that information," she shook her head .

"Can I talk to her at least?"

"She's being interrogated now, so you can't do that yet,"

'Damn it ,' I couldn't help but curse inwardly, realizing that I might be spending more time than necessary on this mission.