Neurolink System in the Modern World

"I don't smell anything at all, Sis!" Ayumi replied, her voice shaking from being flustered .

"Why is your face so red then? And why are you sweating so much?" her sister questioned, clearly picking up on Ayumi's unease.

"It's, um, nothing. It's just because it's hot!"Ayumi stammered. She tried to play it off, but her embarrassment was too obvious .

'Please try not to be too obvious. I can practically smell your lie from here,' I whispered to myself, unable to hide my worry as I facepalmed myself.

This girl was so honest that her face couldn't even keep up with a lie, even if it meant saving her own life.

"Nonsense, the air conditioning unit is on, and it's not even hot right now. Are you hiding something from me?" she insisted, determined to uncover the truth.

This wasn't looking good; Ayumi was a bit "low in the head" when it came to lying. I had a feeling she would end up dropping the ball sooner or later, and the whole situation was starting to get to the danger zone.

"Ayumi, why are your legs wet, and the couch is also wet?" Her sister's tone suddenly turned suspicious .

"I.." Ayumi stood there, completely speechless.

'It's over. It would take a miracle for her to answer that question,' I thought to myself, feeling like I was trapped in a sitcom gone wrong.

'There's no use; I'll just have to reveal myself, take responsibility, and explain to her that I'm the one who came here and got her little sister into this mess.'

As I prepared to take matters into my own hands, I slowly opened the cabinet. However, what came out of Ayumi's mouth next made me freeze in my tracks.

"I touch myself!" She yelled, as if trying to make a point.

"What! Are you out of your mind? Why did you do it?" Her sister berated her.

"I was horny," Ayumi replied with a weak voice.

"Ayumi, you could have done it in your room, in the bathroom. Why the sofa?" her sister questioned, while tapping her feet on the floor,

"It's more exciting," she replied in embarrassment .

"My God, you've really lost it already. Fine, I don't care about what you do anymore, but don't come crying to me if you get taken advantage of by some perverted old man!"

"I won't!" Ayumi replied.

"Jeez, I'm going crazy with you already. Go back to your room now and sleep!"

I could hear both of them climbing the stairs to the second floor, and I couldn't help but laugh at her response . She could be quite naive at times, and I couldn't help but think of her as a bit silly in this moment.

"Am I supposed to wait here?" I mused to myself. "Well, at least Ayumi settled her problems with her sister for now. I better wait for them to sleep, and then I'll sneak into her room and fuck her."

With that in mind, I waited for a couple of minutes, then my phone vibrated.

..

Ayumi: Sun-seng-nim, my sister wanted to sleep in my room. I can't meet you right now.

..

"Damn it," I clicked my tongue in annoyance. I had just missed my golden opportunity.

Feeling on edge and tired, I decided it was best to find a hotel and get some sleep. It seemed like the most sensible option at this point.

With a sigh of resignation, I carefully opened the cabinet door. I moved cautiously, trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid making any noise.

I tip-toed towards the front door, my heart racing with each step. The floor seemed to creak loudly beneath me. When I reached the front door, I turned the doorknob slowly, doing my best to avoid any loud clicks or sounds.

Once outside, I gently closed the door behind me, ensuring it didn't make a noise.

"Damn it, my dick is still hard," I sighed in disappointment.

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Three hours ago

Kanon POV

At the bar, multiple police officers had already arrived at the scene. The flashing blue and red lights of their patrol cars painted an eerie picture against the darkness of the night. As curious onlookers gathered at a safe distance, the officers meticulously went about their work.

A woman's lifeless body lay atop a car, her life tragically cut short in what was once a bustling and lively place.

The investigators, clad in their official attire, surrounded the vehicle, taking photographs and collecting evidence. Their flashbulbs illuminated the grim scene, capturing every detail for the ensuing investigation.

"Another victim," I muttered through gritted teeth, my frustration growing. I distinctly recalled this woman; she was listed in the foundation's files.

"Did they provide access to the CCTV footage?" I inquired, my concern deepening. I needed every piece of evidence I could get my hands on to unravel the mystery behind these murders.

"Yes, but just like last time, the footage seems to suggest suicide," my partner replied with a weary sigh, sharing my frustration at the seeming lack of progress in uncovering the truth.

"I want all the CCTV records, both inside and outside the bar. Every single bit of footage for the past week," I ordered, my frustration evident in my tone.  I wasn't willing to leave anything to chance, I'm determined to uncover the truth .

"We can't do that without a court order," my partner shook his head.

"Then file for one!" I insisted.

"Alright, but it will take days again," he replied, acknowledging the bureaucratic delays that often hampered our investigations.

"Just make sure they don't delete anything while we're waiting for the court order. If they tamper with the evidence, I'll make sure to sue them for obstructing the law!" I warned.

"Kanon," a woman's voice suddenly caught my attention, and I turned around to see my best friend from the police academy.

"Yumi!" I exclaimed in surprise.

"I came here as soon as I heard it was another suicide, Is related to that person ?" she asked.

"Yeah, unfortunately, I was late again," I replied with a hint of sadness in my voice. I despised the feeling of helplessness.

"Don't blame yourself. It's the chief's fault for not believing you," she tried to comfort me.

"Thank you, Yumi."

"No worries . By the way, do you have any leads, Kanon?" she asked.

"Yes, Jin-hoo Z Foundation,"