I! Anomaly Cleansing Agent!

There’s really nothing to be done with this chatterbox goat. After all, it’s not like he could actually stew it, so Leon had no choice but to carry the incessantly talking goat head with a look of disdain as he quickly crossed the somewhat dim corridor of the Clearing Bureau and began identifying the plaques hanging outside each office.

Harry Morgan (Level 2 Crisis Handler)

Emma Arman (Level 1 Disaster Handler)

Leon Lane (Level 3 Accident Handler)… Hmm, this must be the place. By the way, my office is next to Senior Emma’s, huh~ Glancing at the familiar name on the neighboring plaque, Leon couldn’t help but subconsciously curl the corner of his mouth upward.

Of course, this doesn’t mean Leon has any thoughts about her. The fact that when he first started working here, his neighbor was a gentle, beautiful, and extremely reliable senior was something very cheerful… Hmm? There seems to be something flashing in her office. Catching a glimpse of the strange flash inside Emma’s office through the small window on the corridor side, Leon took a step back out of curiosity and glanced inside, then immediately returned with a blank expression and entered his own office without hesitation.

Nothing else. On Senior Emma’s desk, there was an enormous curved scythe over three meters long, completely covered with brown rust stains. The gleam he saw was actually the sunlight reflected off the blade of the scythe.

Moreover, her office wasn’t filled with interesting plants, mature and pretty clothes, or cute children’s items as he imagined. Instead, it was piled with various strange and even scary things.

Blood-stained bandages, damaged nail hammers, open old coffins, leather-bound ancient books of dubious material, skeletal specimens of unknown creatures, and even half a guillotine wedged against the wall—where the huge blade was pulled up several meters high and held, ready for the executioner to cut the rope and let it fall…snap! That kind.

Alright, Senior Emma might be a gentle person, but the overly special nature of the work at the Clearing Bureau seems to confine her gentleness to her personality.

Still remember last night when I hurriedly rushed to the intensive care ward, I even saw the finger marks she left on the metal cabinet by sheer hand strength…

After reaffirming the absolute necessity never to provoke her, Leon rummaged around in his own office and successfully found a large suitcase almost identical to Senior Emma’s in the place mentioned by the Red-haired Bureau Director.

The brass-colored metal bumpers, the sturdy solid wood frame, and the tough animal skin resembling crocodile texture… Although its appearance is very simple and plain, without the carved flowers and metal buckles commonly seen on modern suitcases, once you pick it up, you know that the robust materials used alone must have cost a fortune.

And the only thing on the entire suitcase that could be called decoration is the golden crest embossed on the side of the metal handle lining, which is precisely the symbol of the Sixth Bureau — the dung beetle pushing a dung ball.

As for the interior of the suitcase, it has multiple custom nested compartments. The space on the far left with two horns is clearly reserved for the Black Goat. Next to it is a disassembled long-range nail gun and six silver-white storage tanks the size of melons.

Seeing this familiar “sniper rifle,” Leon’s heart couldn’t help but warm slightly, knowing that this item must surely be from Senior Emma.

She really takes good care of me. Even yesterday after finishing the investigation, instead of dealing with the bloodstains on her body first, she chatted with me for a long time, telling me many details about doing “cleaning work” and repeatedly reminding me of places that need extra caution.

And now, just before going out on a mission, she specifically left her weapon for me… This favor is indeed too great. When she needs help, I absolutely must double my efforts and deserve her kindness!

With eyes full of emotion, Leon set up the suitcase, inserted the still cursing Black Goat into the goat-head slot, and then slammed it shut hard.

A strange thing happened. In the instant the big leather suitcase was tightly closed, it was as if it was directly strangled. All the noise in my ears and the curses in my mind disappeared instantly, and the whole world became peaceful.

Pretty good~ With this thing, I can take the Black Goat out without worrying about it scaring Anna with its talk.

Satisfied, Leon nodded and grabbed the handle of the suitcase, pulling hard! No movement at all…

Looking at the large suitcase that didn’t even bother to shake, Leon couldn’t help but widen his eyes, grabbing the large handle of the suitcase with both hands and pulling with all his might against the odds.

Facing Leon who put all his strength into it, the huge suitcase finally gave some reaction, but it only left the ground a little bit and then crashed down with a loud bang, shaking the dust in the entire office.

“…”

Solid wood frame, crocodile-like skin, metal fittings, and inside it also contains a goat head and a sniper rifle… If this isn’t fifty or sixty kilograms, I’ll eat this box right away!

Looking at his arms that are rather thin due to long-term malnutrition, then looking at the unmoving suitcase lying on the ground as if mocking him, the “delicate and weak” Leon sighed helplessly and reasonably abandoned the idea of taking it away, instead taking his ID card and fiercely pushing the door open, heading toward the canteen of the Public Security Bureau.

Eat! I’m gonna eat like crazy! Eat myself into a muscular man! Then intensify training! Forget about other things, I must at least train to the point where I can carry the suitcase myself! Otherwise, when Senior Emma asks for my help, if I can’t even carry a suitcase and have to shamefully ask her to carry it for me, how can I live?

“Anna… burp… look what I brought for you?”

Pushing the door and entering the intensive care ward, seeing the frail girl on the bed looking over with surprise, Leon couldn’t help but smile.

Lifting the sandalwood lunch box and gently shaking it, before Anna could answer, Leon smiled and revealed the secret: “It’s the silver cod soup you liked so much as a child! I specially checked, it’s the cod caught from the outer river this morning, with fresh milk added!”

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Silver cod and milk… Isn’t that expensive? Hearing Leon’s words, Anna hesitated a bit:

“Brother, you just started yesterday, and you’ve already transferred my ward and brought such an expensive fish soup. Won’t that be a bit…”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about these things, your job now is to recuperate well… Come, let me see your leg.”

Placing the three-tiered lunch box borrowed from the Public Security Bureau cafeteria on the bedside table, Leon lifted a corner of the blanket and looked at Anna’s bandaged right thigh, asking with some sympathy: “Does it hurt? It’s all because of my fault. If I hadn’t sent you to this hospital, you wouldn’t have…”

“It doesn’t hurt! Hey!”

Unexpectedly, Leon moved so fast that the cheeks of the frail girl turned slightly red, and she quickly grabbed the blanket and covered her thigh again, then grabbed his arm and complained:

“Brother! My skirt was cut during the bandaging, don’t you dare peek! And stop blaming yourself for everything!

You didn’t know the gas pipe would explode when you brought me here. This incident was just an accident, it’s not your fault!”

(End of Chapter)