Chapter 1226 Araki Hirohiko, Come with Us

An urban legend circulating on the Internet is also ridiculous: Mr. Araki will not age because he really has a stone ghost mask and is a ripple messenger, so he shows it to everyone in the comics.

Especially after they saw the JO-level evolution table, they were even more suspicious.

After all, Hirohiko Araki is over 50 years old, but he is still so young.

Is that man really immortal? Why does he feel younger and younger as he grows older?

"There is something wrong with Hirohiko Araki, hurry up and catch him for questioning!"

The Tokyo District Prosecutors Office took action immediately.

Hirohiko Araki is serializing JOJO's Bizarre Adventure. He is much more moral than a mahjong lover and a fat man who runs a hospital. After all, he has been serializing and updating "JOJO's Bizarre Adventure" for more than 30 years. This perseverance and self-discipline have surpassed more than 90% of cartoonists.

Then Hirohiko Araki heard a knock on the door, and he had to stop his work and open the door.

"Who could it be at this time?"

He muttered to himself, and stood up and walked to the door.

The door slowly opened, and a group of men in black suits and serious faces came into view. Their eyes were both nervous and vigilant, as if facing a potential threat.

"Hello, who are you?"

There was a hint of confusion and doubt in Araki Hirohiko's voice, and he couldn't help but guess that this might be a prank by a TV station, or a surprise event organized by overly enthusiastic fans.

The scene in front of him obviously exceeded his expectations.

Fukuda Kosuke took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calmer: "Mr. Hirohiko Araki, I'm very sorry to bother you, but we have some things that need your cooperation for investigation. Please come with us."

Hirohiko Araki's face was full of confusion, and he instinctively wanted to refuse: "Please let me call my lawyer or call the police first."

Fukuda Kosuke quickly took out his ID from his pocket and showed it to Hirohiko Araki: "No, Mr. Hirohiko Araki, I am an agent of the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office, this is my ID. The situation is urgent, we have to take such measures."

Hirohiko Araki's eyes fell on the ID, and the four big words "Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office" were particularly eye-catching.

He thought to himself that this department is known for its close relationship with America and often carries out some highly confidential tasks. Why would he, an ordinary cartoonist, be related to them?

However, before he could think too much, the agents had already begun to enter the house in an orderly manner and conduct a search.

They moved quickly and professionally, and were obviously well-trained.

The search lasted for nearly an hour, from the study to the studio, even to the bedroom and the kitchen, no corner was spared.

The agents carefully searched for any items that might be related to supernatural phenomena, such as the legendary stone ghost mask, or hidden vampires and other creatures.

However, after a thorough search, they found nothing.

In Hirohiko Araki's home, everything was normal except for the comic manuscripts and books on the wall.

It can be said that Hirohiko Araki's home was almost searched upside down by them, but in the end, nothing was found.

However, they could not let Hirohiko Araki go and took him back for investigation.

The street where the incident happened, a commercial street that was usually bustling and noisy, was now like a dead place, tightly surrounded by thick yellow cordons.

Under the dim light of the street lamps, there were few people, and only the occasional sound of sirens from afar broke the oppressive silence.

On both sides of the street, several patrol cars of the island country flashed dazzling red and blue lights, but their arrival did not seem to bring much substantial change to the tense atmosphere.

Because when these island country officials arrived late and were ready to take over the scene, they found that it had already been firmly controlled by another force - the American army.

The tall military Hummer stretched across the middle of the street, forming an indestructible barrier.

The American soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms, helmets, and holding M4 carbines stood on both sides of the defense line as if facing a great enemy, and their eyes were vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

Their presence not only solidified the surrounding air a little, but also deterred those island country officials who tried to approach, and dared not make any rash moves.

Inside the cordon, a group of scientific researchers in white robes were excitedly gathered together, their eyes focused on a specific area on the ground, where Dio, the legendary vampire, once lay.

Although Dio's figure was nowhere to be found at this moment, the researchers were still searching for possible samples with various high-precision instruments with hope.

They knew that if they could find Dio's body tissue samples, then the research on vampires would be expected to make a breakthrough.

After all, vampires have always represented the power of immortality and longevity in human legends, which is the mystery that many scientists dream of!

As a result, they naturally found nothing.

Luther cleaned it up thoroughly, leaving them no blood or hair.

So they were destined to do useless work.

Xiachuan Zhenliang was even more uncomfortable. She lost one-tenth of her blood. For most healthy people, losing one-tenth of their blood may not immediately produce obvious symptoms.

This is because the human body can maintain blood pressure and body perfusion by constricting blood vessels and speeding up heart rate, thereby compensating for the decrease in blood volume.

But Natsukawa Masaki is not like most healthy people, so she had slight discomfort, such as slight dizziness, fatigue or palpitations.

Fortunately, the doctor said it was not serious and that she would be fine if she received a blood transfusion in time.

However, at this critical moment, a group of people in plain clothes with serious faces suddenly rushed into the scene.

They forcibly seized the blood transfusion equipment despite the doctor's dissuasion, and ordered the medical staff to conduct blood tests and various physical tests on Natsukawa Masaki.

The identities of these people are self-evident - they are American scientific researchers, and they are also full of desire and enthusiasm for the study of vampires.

And the targets who have been sucked by vampires have undoubtedly become excellent research subjects in their eyes.

This opportunity is once in a lifetime and must not be missed.

The study of vampires may reveal the secret of human immortality, which is undoubtedly a huge temptation for the scientific community.

Natsukawa Masuyoshi didn't expect it to be such a big deal. She could only say that she underestimated humans' desire for vampires and that this was the second supernatural incident.