This hidden characteristic... the scapegoat? Seeing the word "dismissed", Leon, who had just crawled out of "hell", couldn't help but feel excited. He subconsciously wanted to remove the badge, but he got the feedback that "it cannot be removed at the moment", so he had no choice but to give up. , instead pray silently in your heart. God bless me, in the two months before this badge is promoted to bronze, nothing big happens to the cleanup bureau. My whole family still hopes to turn around this job, and my sister Anna's illness... correct! Anna! Thinking of his sister who was still waiting for treatment in the hospital bed, Leon, who had just completed his employment, quickly took a leave of absence, and then hurried out of the cleanup bureau, preparing to use the benefits he had just received so that Anna could receive better treatment. But after he left in a hurry, the black goat who had been watching silently clicked his tongue twice and said to the red-haired woman with eyes full of schadenfreude: "Haha! You don't even want him to know the work content of the Cleanup Bureau. Maybe you are not ready to let him participate in the mission? What's going on? Seeing that this boy was desperate, he became kind again and prepared to reach out to help him? " "No." She took out another bottle of wine from somewhere and took a big sip. The red-haired woman suppressed the smile on her face and said with an indifferent expression:
“The more ‘truths’ we humans are exposed to and the deeper we are infiltrated by the dark side, the easier it is for the smell on our bodies to induce new anomalies. Leon's talent is very good, but now the bureau is short of manpower and cannot send people to protect him all the time. I temporarily blocked this part of his memory to prevent him from being approached by anomalies. As for the specific work content, it will not be too late to tell him when the abnormality is found that suits him. " Pull him down, that kid has a fart talent! Not believing the red-haired woman's explanation at all, the black goat sneered and said: "Stop talking nonsense! Although he resisted our [Whisper of Corruption], this does not mean that his willpower is outstanding. This boy just has a reasonably rational personality and a stronger moral outlook than the average person. If you want to tell me, a guy like him who has almost completely smoothed out his blood and is used to being obedient like a sheep is worse than those death row prisoners who can only be used as cannon fodder. Most of them will not be able to survive the first mission. " "I can make it through." Without telling the Black Goat about the "abnormality" possessed by Leon, the red-haired woman took another sip of ale and then said calmly: “I can take him on the first few tasks first, and Emma’s work is almost over, and she will be back almost tonight. After that, if I have time, then I will take him. If I don’t have time, then let Emma take him for me until he can take care of himself. " Good guy, do you take care of me like this? What do you like about this kid? "Don't mess around!" Black Goat frowned and said with an unhappy face: "The performance of the Cleanup Bureau has always been calculated based on the number of full-time members. The performance of our Sixth Bureau is now ranked second from the bottom. There are still two months until the year-end review. Are you recruiting such a big burden at this time? Are you worried that you will not be the last one? " "Don't worry." "We don't care!" Black Goat curled his lips and said: "You have killed more people than I have ever seen in my life, so we have always admired you, except when you show kindness.
As the craziest executioner in the whole police force, wouldn't it be nice to just do your job honestly? Why do you have to pretend to be a good person? Do you know how disgusting it looks when you show kindness? " "oh." "..." "Tsk...you don't really think that you can save that kid's life by pulling him out, do you?" Looking at the red-haired woman who was drinking wine indifferently and obviously too lazy to talk to him, Black Goat couldn't help but darken his face, and couldn't help but sneered: "I understand human beings very well. If you have been struggling in the darkness, you can barely hold on with the numbness you are accustomed to. But now you drag him to the shore and let him see what he looks like under the sun. Then there is no going back. When he fails to pass the review at the end of the year and is held accountable, leading to his dismissal, he will personally experience the gap from heaven to hell. This kid may go crazy directly, and even become the same as that person at the beginning, resenting why you pulled him. He gave it a shot... By the way, what did that person say in the first place? " After striding into the dark office and sitting on the thickly cushioned sofa, the black goat crossed its legs and raised its front hooves in front of the silent red-haired woman, imitating it jokingly. : "I hate it! Olivia! I hate you! I could continue to endure the darkness, why did you drag me into the sun and let me know how a person should live? " "squeak!" As soon as Black Goat finished speaking, the sharp scraping sound of the sharp blade across the bones was heard. As if it had been cut thousands of times by countless thin and sharp blades in an instant, the black goat with its front hooves raised was torn apart in an instant, and various parts were scattered all over the ground. But the strange thing is that even though the black goat has turned into haggis, there is no bloody smell in this office, and the woman behind the desk still maintains her original posture, as if nothing happened, mouthing open He drank heavily from the ale in his hand. However, the color of her bright red hair suddenly dimmed a lot, and the ends of her hair, which were slightly curled due to lack of care, were quietly stained with a strange shade of red. "I've reminded you many times not to call me by my name." Throwing away the empty bottle that had been drunk up at some point, the red-haired woman hooked her finger towards the sofa, and a sheep's head with its mouth sewn shut by red silk thread floated over and was placed neatly on her table. After exchanging glances with the angry black goat at the table, the red-haired woman named Olivia shook her head and said: "I allowed you to move freely in the bureau because you did a good job last time, but now it seems that this look is more suitable for you. Also, I plan to take some time to go to Wales County and find out what happened and why you are afraid of men from Wales County. Before I come back, you stay here! After I figure out what you are afraid of, I will let you enjoy the price of your foul mouth!" "Hmm? Woo! Woo!!!" ... Not knowing what happened after he left, Leon hurried back to the hospital and knocked on the office of the respiratory department in a hurry. Before the director of the department who had packed up his things got off work, he handed over the new certificate that was not yet warm. The Sixth Cleanup Bureau? Is there such a department under the Ministry of Police? What is the position of a Level 3 Incident Handler? After taking the certificate handed over by Leon, he flipped through it doubtfully. After recognizing several special marks, the fat director, who was full of doubts just now, suddenly looked stern. The civil servant system of the kingdom is divided into five levels, from top to bottom, namely the executive level, the administrative level, the clerical level, the assistant level, and the general affairs level.
As the director of the respiratory department of a lower-level hospital, I am barely at the top of the general affairs level. After twenty years or so, when I am about to retire, I may have a chance to get into the tail of the assistant level. But the skinny young man in the old coat in front of him is actually an assistant-level civil servant, and his salary is directly paid according to the clerical level! This kind of person can probably move up again and squeeze into the ranks of clerical-level civil servants after three to five years. Damn! Wouldn’t that be the same level as our dean? Looking at the young man in front of him who was probably not even 20 years old, the fat director couldn't help but reveal a deep envy and a hint of jealousy. Leon Ryan, the same surname as the Duke of Lionheart, plus an assistant-level public office before the age of 20, needless to say, the other party's background, must be a famous noble family, and most likely a direct descendant with excellent resources. I have worked hard in the hospital for more than 20 years, and my biggest hope is to get an assistant-level public office before retirement, but he is only a teenager and is at the top of the assistant level, sitting directly at the end of my lifelong dream, and even has an extra half of my butt. Where can I go to make sense? After secretly cursing the damned relatives and labeling him as someone who must not be offended, the fat director's face, with layers of wrinkles on it, spread out like flowers, rubbing his hands and smiling at Leon: "Mr. Leon, are you feeling unwell?" "It's not me, it's my sister." After briefly explaining Anna's situation, before Leon even asked for anything, the fat director with a big belly took the initiative to offer to transfer her to the best ward immediately, with the best medicine, and even patted his chest to guarantee that he, as the director, would follow up in person to ensure that Miss Anna received the highest level of treatment in the entire capital. Somewhat uncomfortable with the fat director's excessive enthusiasm, Leon endured the awkwardness in his heart, reluctantly exchanged a few words with him, and then, under the guidance of the nurse, came to the intensive care ward in advance and sat on the soft sofa, waiting for the nurses to push Anna over. Sitting alone in a quiet and tidy ward, looking at the new bed covered with white sheets in front of him, and Lyon sitting upright on the sofa, he couldn't help but have a strange feeling that things have changed. It has only been less than an hour since he rushed out of the hospital with a scalpel, but the dilemma that once pushed his family to a dead end has been solved. Not only did his sister's illness have a cure, but his family, who had just been struggling at the bottom of the capital, could also live a good life with his salary. The price of all this was just... Hmm? What was the price... Hiss! So hot! So hot!!! Lyon, who was thinking hard about what price he had paid, felt a sudden burning pain on the skin of his heart. The dung beetle badge representing the Sixth Cleaning Bureau suddenly emitted a terrifying high temperature like a branding iron, and burned him fiercely through three layers of clothes. [An out-of-control infected person who meets the job requirements has appeared, and the black iron badge "Trial Worker" is activated, and your work efficiency has been slightly improved]