Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 18 Don’t Ask, If You Ask, It Will Explode (Part )

There was really nothing that could be done with this chattering goat. After all, it was not easy to stew it. Leon could only carry the chattering goat's head with a look of disgust, and quickly walked through the dim corridor of the Cleanup Bureau and began to identify the nameplates hanging outside each office.

Harry Morgan (Crisis Coordinator II)

Emma Alman (Disaster Preparer I)

Leon Ryan (Level 3 Incident Handler)... Well, that's it. My office is right next to Senior Emma~
Glancing at the familiar name on the nameplate next door, the corners of Leon's mouth couldn't help but curl up subconsciously.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Leon has any feelings towards her. It's mainly because when he first started working, the fact that he had a gentle, beautiful, and very reliable senior next door was a very happy thing in itself... Hmm? Something seemed to be flashing in her office?
From the small window on this side of the corridor, Leon caught a glimpse of the strange flashes in Emma's office. He took a step back curiously and looked inside. Then he immediately walked back expressionlessly and walked into his office with a stern face.

There was nothing else to say. On Senior Emma's desk, there was a large curved sickle that was more than three meters long and covered with brown rust marks. The flash that he saw was actually the sunlight reflected by the blade of the sickle.

In addition, her office was not what she had imagined, with no interesting green plants and flowers, mature and beautiful clothes and dresses, or cute children's supplies. Instead, it was filled with all kinds of strange and even scary things.

Blood-stained bandages, damaged hammers, open old coffins, old leather books of questionable material, skeletal specimens of unknown creatures, and even a half-mounted execution platform stuck diagonally against the wall. It was a huge guillotine that was pulled up several meters high and hung there, and then the executioner cut the ropes and dropped it down... snap!

Well, Senior Emma might be a gentle person, but the special nature of the work in the Cleanup Bureau means that her gentle style seems to only exist in her personality.

I still remember last night, when I hurried to the intensive care unit, I even saw her fingerprints on the hard metal corner cabinet...

After reaffirming his decision not to provoke her, Leon searched around in his own office and successfully found a large suitcase that was almost identical to the one Emma had at the place the red-haired chief mentioned.

Brass metal anti-collision corners, a wide and sturdy solid wood frame, and tough animal skin with patterns similar to those of crocodile... Although the appearance is very simple and plain, without the engravings and metal buckles commonly seen on suitcases nowadays, you can tell as soon as you pick it up that the solid materials alone must have been very expensive.

The only thing that could be called decorative on the outside of the suitcase was the golden emblem embossed on the side of the metal handle pad. It was the logo of the Virgin Cleanup Bureau - the dung beetle pushing a dung ball.

As for the interior of the suitcase, it has multiple nested custom compartments. The empty space with two horns on the far left is obviously reserved for the black goat. Next to it is a disassembled long-range nail gun and six silver-white gas tanks the size of cantaloupe.

Seeing this familiar "sniper rifle", Leon's heart couldn't help but warm up slightly, knowing that this thing must have been given by Senior Emma.

She really took good care of me. Even after finishing the investigation yesterday, she didn't deal with the blood on her body first. Instead, she talked to me for a long time, told me a lot of details about the "cleaning work", and repeatedly reminded me of some areas where I needed to be extra careful.

And now that she was about to go out on a mission, she even left her weapon to me... I really owe her a huge favor. When she needs help, I must work harder and be worthy of her care!

Lyon, eyes full of emotion, propped up the suitcase, stuffed the still cursing black goat into the groove of the goat's head, and then closed it again.

A wonderful thing happened. The moment the suitcase was buckled tightly, it was as if it was strangled to death. The noise in my ears and the curses in my head all disappeared in an instant, and the whole world became quiet.

Very good~ With this thing, I can take the black goat out without worrying about it talking nonsense and scaring Anna.

After nodding with satisfaction, Leon reached out and grabbed the handle of the suitcase and lifted it up with force!
Not moving at all...???

Looking at the large suitcase that was too lazy to even shake, Leon couldn't help but widen his eyes. He grabbed the large handle of the suitcase with both hands and pulled it with all his strength in disbelief.

Faced with Leon who had used up all his strength, the huge suitcase finally responded, but it only left the ground a little bit, and then fell to the ground with a loud bang. The huge sound shook the loose soil in the entire office.

"..."

Solid wood frame, crocodile-like leather, metal accessories, and a sheep's head and a sniper rifle inside... If this box didn't weigh 50 or 60 kilograms, I would just eat this box!

After looking at his arms which looked a little skinny due to long-term malnutrition, and then looking at the big box lying on the ground as motionless as a mountain, as if mocking himself, the "fragile and weak" Leon sighed helplessly, rationally gave up the idea of ​​taking it away, and instead took his ID, pushed open the door fiercely, and walked towards the cafeteria of the police department.

Eat! I want to eat as much as I can! Eat until I become a strong man! Then I will intensify my exercise! If nothing else, I must exercise until I can lift a box by myself!
Otherwise, when Senior Emma asks me for help, if I can't even lift a box and have to beg her to help carry it, then am I going to be alive?
……

"Anna...hiccup...look what I brought you?"

After pushing the door and entering the intensive care unit, Leon unconsciously smiled as he looked at the sickly girl on the bed who was looking at him with a look of surprise.

He picked up the nanmu lunch box in his hand and shook it gently. Before Anna could answer, Leon smiled and revealed the answer:
"It's the cod soup you loved when you were a kid! I asked about it specifically, and it's the cod that was just caught from the river this morning, and it's made with fresh milk!"

Cod and milk... wouldn't that be expensive?
After hearing what Leon said, Anna said hesitantly:

"Brother, you just started working yesterday, and you helped me transfer to another ward, and brought me such expensive fish soup. Isn't it a bit..."

"It's okay. You don't have to worry about these. What you need to do now is to recover well... Come, let me see your leg."

Leon put the three-layer lunch box borrowed from the police department cafeteria on the bedside table, lifted a corner of the quilt, looked at his sister's bandaged right thigh, and asked with some heartache:
"Does it hurt? It's all my fault. If I hadn't sent you to this hospital, you wouldn't..."

"It doesn't hurt! Ouch!"

Unexpectedly, Leon was so quick. The sickly girl's cheeks blushed slightly. She quickly reached out to grab the quilt and covered her thighs again. Then she grabbed his arm and complained:

"Brother! My skirt was cut when I was bandaging it, please don't rummage around! Also, can you please stop taking all the blame on yourself?

When you sent me here, you didn't know that the gas pipeline in the hospital would suddenly explode. This incident was just an accident. It's really not your fault!"

(End of this chapter)