Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Violet said when she saw Isaac return, "This is Miss Nameless. I just discovered her climbing into the Brigadier General's room through the window and subdued her. There was a fight during the fight, which lasted about ten seconds."

“Nameless?” Isaac looked at the writhing object on the ground, tore off the tape at the front, and revealed the nameless head.

It really is her.

“Nameless, what are you doing here so late at night? Logically speaking, the three of you virus carriers shouldn’t be here,” Isaac said.

"Well... I just wanted to ask Isaac for some blood to drink," Wuming said with a dry laugh.

After all, there's no way they could tell anyone that they came here to steal alchemy-related books.

After listening, Isaac untied the duct tape from her body.

Seeing that his restraints were gone, Wuming stood up and stretched: "Since everything is alright now, then I..."

Click.

Wuming was stunned for a moment, then realized that she had a pair of handcuffs on her hands.

“Nothing to brag about. You left the designated area without permission, trespassed, and attacked a soldier,” Isaac laughed. “You’re under arrest. Come with me.”

"Huh!?"

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The next morning, in the dimly lit interrogation room.

The nameless woman sat on one side of the table, handcuffed, while Isaac sat opposite her with a notebook in his hand.

The light from the desk lamp shone directly on Wuming's face, creating a sense of oppression.

"Name."

"nameless."

“Are you sure you don’t have a name?” Isaac asked.

“My name is Nameless!” Nameless declared confidently.

“Alright, next question,” Isaac continued, “age.”

"12 is old."

"..." Isaac put down his notebook and observed the nameless man's physique.

The body is curvaceous and well-developed.

"You're kidding me."

“I really am 12 years old!” the nameless person exclaimed.

Isaac ignored her and continued, "What is your motive for coming to my room?"

"As I said yesterday, I just wanted to ask you for some blood to drink."

“You’re not telling the truth, are you? You’re so young, you should learn to cherish your life.” Isaac said, lighting a cigarette. “Tell me what you know right now, or I have the right to execute you on the spot.”

She was indeed a little scared now, but she did not give in.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Isaac snapped his fingers.

"It's time to use that."

Just when Nameless thought Isaac was going to use torture to force him to talk, a soldier placed a bowl of fragrant pork chop rice in front of Nameless.

"What is this?" Wuming asked curiously.

What does this mean?

“Pork chop rice,” Isaac said. “Eat.”

Wuming hesitated for a moment, then began to eat.

To be honest, it tasted really good. In Japan, a country with extremely scarce resources, this kind of food is only enjoyed by high-ranking officials and nobles. I never thought that I, an arrested person, would have the opportunity to eat it.

Isaac asked casually, "By the way, how did you know where I live?"

Wuming casually replied, "A blond-haired uncle with a cigarette in his mouth told me that."

Very well, Hubble, you're finished.

As Isaac watched the nameless man eating, his mind began to race.

Interrogation wasn't his forte, but according to some veteran interrogators at headquarters, when interrogation stalled, all they had to do was put pork chop rice in front of the suspect, and he would burst into tears and say, "I'll talk, I'll tell you everything."

That's how they teach themselves anyway, so let's give it a try.

After watching Wuming finish his bowl of pork chop rice, Isaac smiled and asked, "Wuming, is there anything you want to say?"

Wuming hesitated for a moment, then handed the rice bowl to Isaac.

"Another bowl, please."

Isaac: "..."

This little girl is pushing her luck, and this method doesn't seem to be working.

Isaac stood up and walked outside.

At the same time.

Amatori Mima was very worried about Mumei's situation; she hadn't returned all night, so something must have happened to her.

It wasn't that he was worried about Wuming's safety, but rather what if Wuming exposed himself during torture?

Just deny it when the time comes.

Just as he was worrying, Isaac walked in.

"Greetings, Your Excellency Brigadier General, I..."

Click!

Before he could finish speaking, Isaac put handcuffs on his hands.

"Excuse me, Mr. Amatori Mima, you have been arrested."

Chapter 158: He was arrested too.

Amatori Mima was stunned; he hadn't expected to be arrested before he could even speak.

Before he could even speak, his men began to stir.

"Hey! What are you trying to do to Lady Mima, you bastard?"

"Let go of the adult right now!"

They were about to say something when Mima stopped them.

Mima looked at Isaac and asked, "Brigadier General, can you tell me what crime I have committed before arresting me?"

“Yesterday, an anonymous person from your area broke into my house without permission,” Isaac said.

Mima's heart sank; it was clear that Wuming had been arrested after not returning all night.

He quickly changed his mind and replied, "I was worried too because Wuming didn't come back last night, but I never expected him to do something like this. I think..."

Isaac interrupted, "I know what you're going to say. You're going to say you didn't know about this either, right?"

“Yes,” Mima replied with a smile.

"I'm not arresting you because of whether you knew about it or whether you were involved."

"Why is that?" Mima asked.

"Your name is Wu, right?"

"Yes."

"Wuming is 12 years old this year, right?"

"Yes."

“Then there’s no problem,” Isaac said directly. “As the guardian of a minor who commits a crime, do you think you can escape responsibility? Come with me!”

Amatori Mima: "..."

This is actually allowed?

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It was the same interrogation room.

Bringing Mima to the interrogation room, Isaac asked the soldier on guard, "How is she?"

Isaac was naturally asking about the nameless one.

"It's nothing serious, except she's already eaten her fifth bowl of pork chop rice," the soldier said.

"..."

Wow, they can really eat!

They took Mima to another interrogation room, turned on a desk lamp, and began questioning her.

"Name."

"Don't you know, Brigadier General?"

"We're following procedure, so stop with the nonsense."

“…Mima Tentori,” Mima said helplessly.

"age."

"22 is old."

What are your thoughts on your sister Wuming's actions?

Mima pondered for a moment and said, "I deeply regret and strongly condemn it."

Isaac smiled and shouted to the soldiers outside, "Men! Drag him out and shoot him!"

"Wait! Your Excellency, Brigadier General!" Mima Amagi hurriedly called out, "Mimei is not my sister. Her calling me brother is just wishful thinking on her part."

Indeed, this is true; Wuming and he are not related by blood.

"Oh."