Chapter 22: 0018 Don't ask, if you ask, it's an explosion (Part 1)_1
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There was really no way to deal with this chatterbox of a goat. After all, it wouldn't do to actually cook it. Leon, with a look of disdain, had no choice but to carry the incessantly babbling goat head, briskly walk through the somewhat dim corridors of the Purification Bureau, and begin identifying the nameplates on each office.
Harry Morgan (Level Two Crisis Handler)
Emma Alman (First Level Disaster Handler)
Leon Laine (Level Three Accident Handler)... Hmm, so this is it. Speaking of which, my office is right next to Senior Emma's~
Glancing at the familiar name on the nameplate next door, Leon's lips involuntarily curled upward slightly.
Of course, this didn't mean Leon had any thoughts about her. Primarily, having a gentle, beautiful, and quite reliable senior next door when he first joined was a very delightful thing... Hmm? Was something flashing in her office?
From a small window opened on the corridor side, Leon caught sight of an unusual flash inside Emma's office. Curiously, he took a step back toward it just to take a peek, then immediately returned with a blank expression and walked into his own office, face taut.
It was nothing, merely the fact that on Senior Emma's desk lay a giant sickle, over three meters long, covered in brown rust marks, and the light Leon saw was actually sunlight reflected off the blade.
Besides, her office wasn't decorated with tasteful greenery or mature and beautiful clothing dresses, or even cute children's items as he imagined. Instead, it was piled with all kinds of strange and even some terrifying stuff.
Blood-stained bandages, damaged nail hammers, open old coffins, leather-bound ancient books of doubtful material, skeletal specimens of unknown creatures, and even half an execution platform wedged against the wall, the kind where a huge guillotine is pulled up several meters and then dropped by cutting the binding rope... snap!
Well, Senior Emma might be a gentle person, but the peculiar nature of the work at the Purification Bureau made it seem like her gentleness could only exist in her personality.
*He recalled yesterday evening, when he hurried to the special care unit, he even saw fingerprints pressed into the metal corner cabinet with just her strength...*
*Reaffirming his judgement never to provoke her, Leon rummaged through his office and successfully found the large luggage trunk just where the Red-haired Director mentioned, almost identical to Senior Emma's.*
Brass-colored metal crash corners, a wide and sturdy solid wood frame, covered with crocodile-like tough animal skin... Though the appearance was very simple and unadorned, lacking the carvings and metal clasps common in luggage trunks today, just by holding it, one could tell that these solid materials alone made it worth a fortune.
And the only decoration on the exterior of the luggage trunk was the golden emblem imprint on the side of the metal handle padding, which was the symbol of the Virgin Sanitation Bureau—a Dung Beetle Lady pushing a dung ball.
As for the interior of the trunk, it featured multiple nested custom compartments, with an empty space on the far left with two horn-like slots, clearly reserved for the Black Goat. Beside it was a dismantled long-range Nail Gun and six melon-sized silver-white air cylinders.
Seeing this familiar "big sniper," Leon's heart couldn't help but warm slightly, knowing this had to be given by Senior Emma.
*She really was very considerate to him. Even after completing the investigation yesterday, she didn't go to clean the bloodstains off her body first but rather sat and talked with him, explaining many details about the "cleanup work" and repeatedly reminding him of things he had to be especially careful about.*
*And now, on the verge of going out on a mission, she even specifically left her weapon for him... he truly owed her a great favor, and when she needed help, he had to double his efforts. He absolutely had to live up to her care!*
Filled with gratitude, Leon propped up the luggage trunk, placing the still cursing Black Goat into the goat-head slot, and then closed it heavily.
A miraculous thing happened. In the moment the big trunk was snapped shut, it was as though the noise was abruptly choked off. Whether it was the clamor in his ears or the curses in his head, all vanished without a trace, and the whole world fell silent.
*Great~ With this thing, he could take the Black Goat out without worrying about it speaking nonsense and scaring Anna.*
Satisfied, he nodded, reached out for the handle of the trunk, and gave it a firm lift!
Not a budge...
???
Staring at the massive trunk that couldn't even be bothered to sway a little, Leon couldn't help but widen his eyes, grabbing the large handle with both hands and pulling with all his might.
Against Leon's effort, even using all his strength, the massive trunk finally gave a bit of response. But it only barely lifted off the ground before it crashed back down with a loud thud, the huge sound making the dust in the entire office shudder slightly.
"..."
Solid wood frame, crocodile-like skin, metal fittings, with a goat head and a big sniper inside... If this thing doesn't weigh fifty to sixty kilograms, I'd eat this trunk!
Looking at his slightly scrawny arms due to long-term malnutrition, then looking at the trunk lying there like a mountain, seemingly mocking him, "delicate and weak" Leon sighed helplessly, rationally gave up the idea of taking it with him, took his credentials, and angrily pushed the door open, heading toward the cafeteria in the police department.
Eat! I'm going to eat with all my might! Turn myself into a strong man! Then intensify my training! No other option—I have to at least train to the extent that I can lift a trunk on my own!
Otherwise, when Senior Emma needs help, if I can't even lift a trunk and have to shamelessly ask her to carry it for me, can I even continue to live?
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"Anna... hic... look what I brought you?"
After pushing the door open and entering the special care unit, seeing the delight on the face of the frail girl on the hospital bed looking over, Leon's face involuntarily lit up with a smile.
Lifting the mahogany lunch box in his hand, he gave it a slight shake and, without waiting for Anna to answer, Leon revealed the mystery with a smile,
"It's the silver cod soup you especially loved as a child! I specifically checked; it's cod fish just caught from the outer river this morning, with fresh milk added!"
Silver cod and milk... wouldn't that be expensive?
Hearing Leon's words, Anna hesitated slightly and said,
"Brother, you just started your job yesterday, yet you're helping me transfer rooms and bringing me such expensive fish soup. Isn't that a bit..."
"Don't worry about it. You don't have to worry about these things. What you need to do now is take care of yourself... come, let me see your leg."
Placing the three-tiered lunch box borrowed from the police department cafeteria on the bedside table, Leon lifted a corner of the blanket, and glanced at the bandaged right thigh of his sister, asking with some heartache,
"Does it hurt? It's all my fault. If I hadn't brought you to this hospital, you wouldn't have..."
"It doesn't hurt! Oh my!"
Not expecting Leon's hand to be so fast, the frail girl's cheeks flushed slightly, quickly grabbing the blanket to cover her thigh again, then clutching his arm and complaining,
"Brother! My skirt was cut open during the bandaging, don't just lift it like that! Also, can you stop taking everything on yourself?
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When you brought me here, you didn't know that the hospital's gas pipes would suddenly explode. It was just an accident, really not your fault!"
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