Alice's House: In and Out a Hundred Times / Alice Comes Looking for Shirou

"Come on, little girl, play with us. We'll take you to some fun places, hahaha~!" the blond-haired man said, reaching out to hug Alice.

"Don't come near me!" Alice had learned self-defense techniques, grabbed the blond man's fingers and twisted them forcefully.

"It hurts! Let go! Let go!" The blond-haired man's nostrils flared in pain, and he pleaded urgently with his mouth agape.

"Then you all get out of here right now!" Alice said.

"Okay, okay, let go and we'll leave," the blond-haired man quickly agreed.

"Then get out of here!" Alice shook off the blond-haired man's hand.

As soon as the blond-haired man withdrew his hand, he shouted to the people around him, "Surround her!"

"You're a man who doesn't keep his word, you spineless coward," Alice said sarcastically, glaring at the blond-haired man.

"You're asking for it! You have to pay my medical bills! Hand over all the money you have, and that's not enough! You also have to play with us tonight. Otherwise, don't think we'll let you go!" the blond-haired man said menacingly.

"Hey? What about us? I'm your girlfriend!" the hot girl next to him said unhappily.

"Stop nagging. Here's ten thousand each, then you can go back now." The blond-haired guy pulled out his wallet, took out two ten-thousand-yuan bills, and stuffed them into the hot girl's chest.

"Yay! Hurry up and give me the money, let's go." The hot girl's eyes lit up when she saw the banknotes, she pulled out the money and readily agreed. Then she pulled the younger girl away from there.

"Hehehe, let's settle our score now. If you don't want to suffer, then serve us well. Oh, and come to your house!" The blond-haired man leered, pointing to the haunted house inside.

"You hopeless bastards... I use US dollars! If you want to have fun, go to jail and sell your asses!" Alice showed a disgusted expression, pressed the dial button on her phone, which she had already entered a number into, hidden in her pocket, and gave them the middle finger.

Sometimes, confronting them head-on and criticizing them isn't enough. Some people will take advantage of loopholes in the law to do immoral things, which is why society needs police and security personnel.

People may instinctively resist violent law enforcement agencies that could threaten their rights, fearing they might be harmed, condemning all abuses of power, and demanding strict adherence to all their actions.

But police officers can indeed help you solve more than 90% of the problems you encounter in life.

If you've been blackmailed, please gather evidence and seek help from the police.

If you have been threatened, please protect yourself and contact the police if necessary.

If you encounter a scam, please collect evidence and then contact the police.

Often, thugs, thieves, and scammers are utterly unscrupulous towards you, but they are extremely afraid of the police. The more you yell at them, the more arrogant they become, while a police officer simply gives an order over the phone, and the thief immediately cowers and obediently returns the money. Therefore, let the experts who can handle them deal with them.

However, when the police arrived, what happened next still didn't satisfy Alice.

Chapter 845 Alice's House: A Hundred Ins and Outs

"Someone has broken into my home and tried to rob and rape me! Officers, please come and save me!" Alice immediately gave her address, then took out her phone, displaying the three prominent Arabic numerals 110, and proudly waved it at the group.

By this time, the police had already located the phone owner through the positioning system, and the other party had also been recorded. This area used to be considered an affluent area, so there were police stations set up within several kilometers. They would arrive here soon.

"Damn it! That bitch actually called the police!" The blond-haired man saw the call log and made a move to grab it.

Alice nimbly stepped aside, creating some distance between them.

Click, click!

"I've already recorded your conversation and uploaded it all to my email. It's no use for you to steal it; just wait to get caught." Alice glanced at the thugs with disdain, turned on her flash, and took a series of photos of their faces, determined to capture the ugly faces of the criminals.

"You filthy bitch!" the blond-haired man exclaimed, both shocked and furious.

"We haven't done anything yet!" a thug cursed as he stepped forward to grab the girl.

"What do you think I'd let you do?!" Alice delivered a powerful kick, striking the thug in the groin. He collapsed to the ground, trembling, his legs clamped together.

The remaining men turned pale and instinctively squeezed their legs together, terrified by the woman's fierce demeanor, and lost the courage to do anything wrong.

"..." Shirou was listening to the story, also changed his expression and squeezed his legs together.

Mashiro, standing nearby, looked over curiously, scrutinizing Shirou's tightly closed legs.

"So, did the police arrive in time?" Shirou asked.

"We've arrived, and we've caught those guys too." Alice clicked her tongue in annoyance as she said this.

After that, police sirens sounded in the distance, approaching this area.

"Run... let's get out of here for today!" The blond-haired man's face was ashen. He abandoned one of his companions and turned to run away.

However, Huang Mao and his gang were destined for bad luck tonight. Generally, they would still have a chance to escape, but this time, because Alice used an American phone number, the Japanese police were dispatched immediately upon receiving the call.

Headquarters dispatched Japanese police officers who happened to be patrolling nearby. They blocked the path of the blond-haired man and his gang from both the front and back.

"Stop! Don't Run!"

"Bastards! Where do you think you're going to run!"

Because Japan has strict gun control, police officers usually patrol with batons. However, they also place great emphasis on close combat training, with judo, kendo, and grappling being mandatory courses in their daily training. So, once they got close, they subdued the blond-haired man and his gang, pinning them to the ground and handcuffing their wrists.

"Thank you, officers. Thank goodness you arrived in time, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do." Alice then loosened her clenched fist and pulled out the thin needle hidden in the gap.

"Are you trying to prick them with needles?" Several Japanese police officers, some middle-aged and some young, asked, feeling ashamed.

"Don't worry about this little thing. You should hurry up and deal with the problem with my house. There are a bunch of people illegally breaking in! I have no choice but to call the police!" Alice pointed to the figures that were moving around inside the house from time to time.

"Wait, miss, you're saying this house is yours?" The police officer, having finally seen the house Alice was in, turned around with a surprised expression and asked.

"That's right." Alice nodded confidently.

"Is this the one who was on the show before...?" one of the Japanese police officers asked his colleague with a puzzled look.

"What proof do you have?" The Japanese policeman looked at the girl suspiciously, then at the dilapidated house, and asked.

"I have the keys!" Alice pulled out a bunch of keys and said openly.

However, no matter how confident and upright she appeared, the harsh reality still made her words lack key persuasiveness.

"The door here is broken..." The Japanese policeman pointed to the empty opening where the door had been removed, then looked at the wooden door lying on the ground, covered in trampling marks, the lock and lock housing far apart, the key no longer serving any purpose.

What angered Alice even more was the way the police officers exchanged glances, which suggested they suspected her of being the owner of the house.

Even the police initially thought it was an abandoned haunted house, and it took them a lot of effort to prove that the house belonged to her.

"Enough! You want proof, huh! I'm calling your boss!" Alice said frantically, scrolling through her phone's contacts and dialing the number of the head of the local Metropolitan Police Department. Her parents had a very large business, mainly operating overseas, but they maintained cooperation with Japan. In fact, many of the high-ranking officials in Japan were her uncles. At many ages, they had even visited her in this house, which was specifically used for her to recuperate.

Alice dialed the number directly, explained the situation, and then handed the phone to the middle-aged Japanese policeman.

The Japanese policeman took the phone with some skepticism, but the moment he heard the voice, he instinctively stood up straight. He recognized the voice; it was the same voice he heard speaking on the stage at the annual meeting or some other important event.

"I'm very sorry, Ms. Sabou, we really don't know the truth of the matter. We were just handling things officially. Please don't take it to heart." The middle-aged man hung up the phone, immediately changed his attitude, and said with a smile.

"That's enough. You know the situation, just help me get those guys out of there," Alice said, waving her hand.

"Yes! Please leave it to us!"

"Then please allow us to disturb your esteemed residence!"

This time, the Japanese police didn't dare to refuse and went straight into the house, shouting loudly to drive away the explorers inside.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? I'm a law-abiding citizen, I just came to this haunted house."

"When did the police start interfering with people's paranormal explorations?"

"This is private property. Someone has already called the police. If you refuse to leave, we have the right to arrest you."

"Yes, yes! Your officials are right, but they're in such a hurry to get rid of us, could it be that this is the real deal?" the man holding the selfie stick guessed.

Surprisingly, a large number of people were found. Besides the streamer and the explorer, there were also homeless people carrying cardboard boxes looking for shelter from the wind and rain to spend the night, and even several couples. When they were being pushed out, one of the male couples seemed to have something pink fall out of their back pocket halfway through the journey.

Alice covered her face in anguish. What kind of people had entered her childhood home?!

Chapter 846 Alice Approaches Shirou

Hearing this, Shirou understood the situation somewhat. He knew about this young lady's background; her company was a large international corporation. Although it wasn't a behemoth like Sony, it was almost a multinational giant like Nintendo, specializing in a single industry. So, if he called the police, they would definitely help him.

"Did you go inside and take a look?" Shirou asked. The puppets were waiting for her in the bedroom on the second floor.

"No, I wanted to go up, but someone stopped me, and then the head of the patrol came over," Alice said, pursing her lips.

"Did they stop it?" Shirou asked, puzzled.

"They said it was pitch black and unsafe, and basically wouldn't let me go inside to take a look. They even insisted on taking me to a hotel, and I just couldn't convince them," Alice sighed helplessly.

"Ah, ah." Shirou understood. After all, the Japanese police had received the report and dared not let this young lady be in any danger, otherwise they would be held responsible.

"I should have known better than to call them!" Alice said, covering her face. She was the one who brought them, and although they helped her, they also restricted her movements.

"No, no, your safety should be the most important thing," Shirou waved his hand, trying to dissuade the woman from such a dangerous idea.

"So that's why I came to find you, right? Now it seems that you're much better than I expected, quite the opposite of the situation with my house." Alice said, crossing her arms and looking at Shirou.

"Thanks, ahaha..." Shirou replied somewhat awkwardly. Are all Americans this direct? And he had a strange feeling that something had poked him in the back.

On the other side, Mashiro had her back to Shirou. Unconsciously, she had gotten closer and closer to Shirou, and now they were back to back. She gripped her paintbrush tightly and looked at the drawing screen. Well, she wasn't looking at Shirou at all!

Alice recalled the scene from that time.

A few minutes later, a black car sped over here, making a screeching sound. A tall, fat man hurriedly opened the car door, squeezed out, and shouted.

"Inspector Nohara! We've already sent men to remove the people who broke into this house," the middle-aged Japanese policeman hurriedly reported as he approached.

"You guys go in and help too! Get to work!" The tall, fat man was the Japanese police leader, yelling at his subordinates. His rank was Inspector, equivalent to the head of the Major Crimes Unit or the head of a police station. He was supposed to be mainly in charge of case investigations and apprehending notorious fugitives, so he rarely got involved in civil disputes like this, which was a waste of his talents.

However, given the current situation and the frightening background of the other party, his direct superiors have all received warning calls, indicating the implications are too great. Therefore, he came personally. After all, he didn't come from an elite background; he had worked his way up to the position of police inspector through years of hard work. This young lady, on the other hand, clearly comes from a family that allows her to chat and laugh with the children of high-ranking officials, so he naturally has no airs to put on.

He apologized to Alice, saying, "Miss, I will discipline them properly later."

"No need, I just need to solve the problem. They've already caught a few thugs for me," Alice said.

"Young lady, please rest assured, we will cordon off this area with yellow tape and prevent anyone else from entering," one of the younger Japanese police officers said.

"Is my house some kind of crime scene?! If we do this, this house will never be cleaned up again as a haunted house!" Alice complained, clearly annoyed. She definitely didn't want to be called a dead ghost again!

"Baka! Hurry up and apologize to the young lady! I'm so sorry! It's my fault for not disciplining her properly." The inspector hurriedly pulled his young subordinate down to apologize.

"I'm sorry! But Minister... uh... what should we do?" The young Japanese policeman lowered his head awkwardly, but still muttered something under his breath.

"Miss, whatever your request is, as long as it's within our capabilities, I will definitely do it for you," the police inspector said obsequiously.

"That's enough. You can go back now. I'll figure something out myself." Alice knew she couldn't come up with any other good solutions right now. These Japanese policemen were only following her orders because of her father's influence, and although they weren't very useful, they were still there to help her. She couldn't be unreasonable and make things difficult for them any further.

"I know, but Miss, seeing that you have luggage, I advise you not to stay in this house. Because of the television, paranormal enthusiasts from all over the country are on their way here to visit. If they break in without you noticing, we won't be here and won't be able to protect your safety in time," the police inspector advised tactfully.

After all, the only thing the police can do is get those people inside the house to leave. They can't really do everything else; they can't possibly set up a guard post just for her. If she stays here, there's always the possibility of thugs or thrill-seeking bastards breaking in, just like before.

Miss Alice sighed helplessly and agreed, "I know, I'll find a place to stay myself. I won't trouble you any further. I'll call you again if anything comes up."

"Okay, okay, here's my business card. Miss, you can just call this number directly. My phone is on 24/7," the inspector said, handing over the business card with both hands.

"By the way, do you know a young man here named Shirou Emiya? He's about my age." Alice rubbed her aching forehead, remembering their earlier phone call, and asked.

Looking back on those few words, Alice feels there's some deeper meaning hidden within them. Her intuition tells her that it's necessary to meet with that boy again and have a proper talk. Perhaps then, the most crucial issue can be resolved.

"Emiya? Emiya... I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before. Ah! I remember now. Isn't that the guy who asked me to help change the name on his ID card..." The inspector muttered to himself, feeling that the name sounded familiar.

"Hmm?" Alice looked at the inspector with a puzzled expression.

"Haha! It's nothing, just looking for someone. I'll investigate for you right away." The inspector laughed and changed the subject. His old friendship with the Inugami Group wasn't something he could easily talk about.

Of course, Alice didn't delve into it further and simply nodded.

Chapter 847 Mashiro Feels Mashiro

The inspector quickly obtained Shirou's information and current address. Although it was mysterious, his resume at least appeared clean, since he was the one who handled the case. However, someone connected to the yakuza—could he be some shady character?

"Um... Miss, what's your relationship with this man?" the inspector asked, somewhat uneasy.

"Inspector, you have your own secrets, and I can have my own little secrets too, right?" Alice smiled slightly at the inspector.

"Yes, no problem at all. I'll send someone to take Miss Alice there right away." The inspector smiled knowingly, asked no further questions, and then sent someone to take Alice there.

At Shirou's house, at least he and this person had a familial relationship, so they weren't complete strangers. He could probably rest assured.

Afterwards, Alice rode in the inspector's car and went directly to Shirou's door. In fact, she hadn't adjusted to the time difference yet; she had just covered her dark circles with makeup.

"Ah, where's that policeman? We could have invited him in for a cup of tea," Shirou said.

"I sent him back. I don't want the police following me around. If I need anything, I'll hire bodyguards myself," Alice said haughtily.

In fact, the inspector had originally wanted his subordinates to accompany her, but Alice refused. She really didn't want to have any more dealings with officials who were so politician-like.

Although artists have historically relied on high-ranking officials, starting from the Renaissance era, artists have served Catholic popes and King, and this tradition has been maintained.

However, these powerful figures often limited the artists' creativity, as exemplified by Michelangelo, who stands as an insurmountable peak in the world of sculpture.

During his lifetime, he was often assigned creative tasks that he did not enjoy, such as building tombs for popes. The reason why many of his works were left unfinished was because the popes changed too frequently. Before he could finish one commission, the next pope would overturn it and give him a new task.

Of course, Alice didn't finish her sentence; if the other party was just a non-elite police inspector, he was far from qualified.

"No matter what! I'm not going to surrender to those guys who break into my house! Otherwise, I'll lose face as both an artist and a person!" Alice said defiantly.