It had gone more or less as he expected.From this meeting, Joseph could roughly confirm one thing—several members of the investigation team had likely known him from before.They recognized him—but due to the nature of their roles, they couldn’t openly acknowledge that fact.Perhaps, once upon a time, he had shared some connection with them.Unfortunately, so much of his past remained a blur.“Principal, Professor Wilson,” Leonard Sanchez chimed in, “this investigation went more smoothly than I imagined. It seems the academic elders from Metropolis City hold Professor Wilson in high regard.”“I believe it’s more than just admiration,” Geoffrey Harris said, shaking his head with a thoughtful air. “Judging by their attitude, there’s something deeper at play.”“Oh? How so?” Leonard asked, intrigued.His question was intended to gauge Geoffrey Harris’s thoughts.“These senior members of the investigation team—not only do they admire Professor Wilson, but they also seem... unusually prote

"I'm your big ghost, you must have a death wish!"Mason Alvarez snapped as she listened to Joseph’s shameless words. She seized his arm and twisted it hard."Agh! That hurts!"Joseph cried out in pain, his face flushing as a sharp ache shot through his arm.Seeing the sudden change in his expression, Mason Alvarez quickly let go, her face tinged with panic."Mr. Wilson, are you okay? Did I go too far? I didn’t mean to hurt you that badly."She had only meant to teach him a lesson—just enough to make him squirm a little. She hadn’t realized she might have overdone it."How about I twist your arm and see if you think it hurts?"Joseph shot her an exasperated look."You're always the one getting the upper hand and still acting like you're the victim."Mason Alvarez pouted, visibly annoyed."Alright, enough. Back to work."Joseph rubbed his aching arm and waved her off."Oh right, Mr. Wilson—how did it go?"Mason Alvarez suddenly remembered. She had been half-asleep earlier and had comple

"Most people won’t believe it, but there are always a few students who can’t think for themselves and get swept up in the noise.""And the posts—they come with 'evidence.' Photos showing you beating up an old woman, stealing a cane from an elderly man..."Alice's voice was thick with concern."Those images are clearly doctored. Some are so absurd—like someone’s thigh photoshopped onto an arm. And the resolution? Looks like something out of a bootleg VHS."Joseph shook his head in disbelief.He casually scrolled through the comments beneath the posts. The replies were overwhelmingly one-sided.> "So what if he’s a live-in son-in-law? His marriage is his own business. Posting Mr. Wilson’s private life like this is a violation of his privacy. You little troll—expect a lawyer’s letter soon."> "What kind of fantasy fiction is this? Mr. Wilson is elegant and refined—he’d never do such things."> "Do you think we’re idiots?"> "What a joke. Out of nowhere, a flood of ridiculous posts trying

Even if she didn’t get paid, at least she’d be doing something to support Joseph.With that thought, Heidi immediately followed Dorothy’s forum account and took a screenshot of the post.She then searched for the most popular slander threads, copied the usernames and links of each original poster, and opened a few "unusual" programs. Lines of code began scrolling across her screen, complex characters and data flooding the interface.To an outsider, it might have looked like meaningless gibberish—but to Heidi, a tech-savvy computer whiz, the data was full of valuable information.IP addresses. Device fingerprints. Partial user information.Once she found a few entry points, she pressed forward confidently. In her eyes, unmasking the person behind the smear campaign wasn’t just possible—it was inevitable.---8:00 PM. Nova City — Triumphant Metropolis.Under the flickering lights and pounding music, bodies swayed wildly on the dance floor.Raymond Kim was grinding closely with a blonde

“I see. So Brian Adams holds quite a high-ranking position. And he’s rather mysterious—I've asked around, but no one seems to know much about him,” Joseph replied, beginning to piece things together.It was a relief to know the man truly existed. That alone gave him a direction to follow.He hoped Brian Adams could shed light on past events—and possibly help guide his next steps.“It’s not unusual that people aren’t familiar with Brian Adams,” Harris said with a chuckle. “The College of Military Command operates almost as a separate entity. While they fall under my jurisdiction, they enjoy considerable autonomy.”“I rarely interfere in their affairs. Due to the differing professional focuses, there’s minimal interaction between campuses. As a result, both faculty and students often remain strangers to each other.”“Mr. Harris, Professor Sanchez—could you tell me more about this Brian Adams?” Joseph asked.The two men exchanged a glance.“Old Sanchez, why don’t you take this one? You k