Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 29 Questions
"Director, the investigation mission is completed..."

"Ok?"

After taking a look at Leon who came in, he found that not only was there a lot of dust on his body, but even his hands were wrapped in bandages. The red-haired director who was drinking boiled water couldn't help but be slightly startled, and then asked curiously:

"This mission is just to investigate the situation. You can spy on the state of other people's souls in advance. How did it turn out like this? Is that anomaly very dangerous?"

"The anomaly is not dangerous, and it's even a good thing, but the problem is that it doesn't get along with me..."

After briefly describing his experience, Leon looked at the red-haired woman in front of him who was smiling with laughter. After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but said:

"Chief...can I ask you something?"

The red-haired woman's smile suddenly disappeared when she heard that, and she held her shriveled purse vigilantly.

“Leon, it’s not that I’m stingy, but as the director of the Virgin Bureau, although my salary is a little higher than yours, my daily expenses are also very high, so… um…”

"You misunderstood. I don't want to borrow money from you. I really want to ask you a question..."

After blinking in silence, Leon recalled the information he had seen and frowned deeply.
"Director, before I come to report to you, I went to the archives department of the Highway Administration next door and applied to look through their records from more than 90 years ago. I found the Happy Apartment... um... the files related to the anomaly today.

The workhouse donated by the old couple housed more than 300 orphans and disabled people at its peak. However, apart from a water fee discount from the water company due to the large number of people using water, it never received any help from the kingdom and basically used their savings to maintain the expenses of the workhouse.

Later, when the old lady became seriously ill and realized that she might not be able to hold on for much longer, she applied to the Ministry of Highways more than 30 times, hoping to turn the workhouse into a legal municipal facility, and then continue to operate it with her own property, at least until the people inside passed away and then take it back and close it, but she never succeeded. "

After briefly describing the situation, Leon took a deep breath and then clenched his fist and said:

“I kept thinking on the way, this is obviously a good thing that kills two birds with one stone, why can’t it be approved?
Those who are unable to work can rely on the old couple's property to maintain the poorhouse and barely survive; the Ministry of Roads does not need to pay anything, not only does it not have to incur additional expenses, it does not even need to assign additional staff to manage it.

But why would the person who was in charge of the approval prefer to watch those orphans and disabled people being driven out, starving to death or freezing to death right in front of their former homes, right under the sign of "Happy Apartment", rather than approve her application? "

"You are wrong. The Ministry of Highways has a lot to pay."

After hearing Leon's question, the red-haired woman closed her eyes slightly, and then asked calmly:

"Assuming that you were the person in charge of this matter, let me ask you, the kingdom clearly has its own poorhouse, why didn't the poorhouse you preside over accept those people, but instead they were accommodated by the poorhouse built by the citizens? How do you do your work in your daily life?

Also, if you take over this workhouse, even if you don't need to assign someone to manage it, there must be a responsible person. If there is a fire or other accident that causes casualties, are you willing to take responsibility? If the fire is caused by someone in the workhouse, can you accept being fired for negligence?
Finally, a workhouse that accepts donations from citizens cannot be considered a merit. Moreover, once it becomes a legal facility recognized by the municipality, if the workhouse cannot be sustained due to lack of income and eventually closes down, the person in charge will definitely be held accountable.

How could anyone be willing to do something that has no benefits, brings a lot of trouble, and will almost certainly leave a stain on their resume?"

"..."

……

It really looks like... ah...

Looking at the young man in front of him who was silent and looked increasingly unhappy because of his question, the red-haired director sighed slightly in his heart, then stared into the other's eyes and reminded him sternly:

“Leon, I understand that you don’t like this, but don’t forget that our job as the Cleanup Bureau is to keep the “abnormal” out of normal people’s lives. We can’t interfere with other things.

According to the agreement between the Cleanup Bureau and the major kingdoms, unless it involves abnormal objects, it is not allowed to use "inhuman" forces to interfere. This is not only the survival code of the Cleanup Bureau, but also the bottom line that the major kingdoms can tolerate.

So listen carefully, never cross this line, think twice before doing anything, and don't hurt yourself, okay?"

"You worry too much. I really don't want to do anything..." Hearing this, Leon couldn't help but clench his fists, then lowered his head and asked calmly:

"That happened more than 90 years ago. Not only are the people who were driven away dead, but even the person who was in charge of the approval is dead. What else can I do?"

"..."

Yes, there is really nothing you can do about this matter, but what about the Ministry of Roads and the water company? What about the other things you will encounter in the future?

Glancing at the slightly shaking shopping bag in Leon's hand, the red-haired director couldn't help but sigh again in his heart, and his eyes looking at Leon became gradually complicated.

Although I can no longer use my soul vision to check your condition after losing the goat, I know that damn goat too well. From the moment you lowered your head and kept silent, it started to tremble with excitement...

"That's it then... Thank you for your hard work today."

Without continuing to discuss this topic, the red-haired director took the report written by Leon and glanced at it. He tried hard to suppress the strange sense of déjà vu in his heart and said softly:

"Since you have an injury on your hand, I will grant you another half day off. Go home and have a good rest."

"Don't worry, I won't force you to turn a blind eye to those things, nor will I stop you from investigating the water company. I've even exchanged an abnormal object for you that can protect you. It will be delivered tomorrow so that you can evacuate safely after getting into trouble.

But you must remember that when you want to do something, you must find a suitable reason to intervene, just like the water company did this time, and you must never use "abnormality" to affect ordinary people. This is my bottom line, and it is also the bottom line of the Cleanup Bureau!"

"Well, I remember..."

Seeing Leon still looking unhappy, the red-haired director couldn't help but rub his brows with his hand, and then continued to instruct:

“Leon, I know that you are a person with strong moral values ​​and a strong sense of justice. I don’t actually hate your character. I even admire your persistence in holding on to your bottom line after struggling for so long in the hard days.

But you also have to understand that even if we have extraordinary abilities, we are still members of the human race after all. We cannot exist independently from the human group, and we still have to abide by some basic rules of social operation.

Even if you are the king of a kingdom, or even the director of the Cleanup Bureau, you cannot make everything go according to your own ideas, and you cannot control all the things you don’t like... I know these words may not sound good, but I still hope you can think about it more. "

"I will... Sorry to bother you today."

After saying goodbye to the red-haired director who repeatedly warned him earnestly, Leon slowly returned to his own office. He looked fixedly at another shopping bag on the table, but his mind kept recalling the director's evaluation of him.

Do I have high moral standards?
Do I have a strong sense of justice?
Is my bottom line firm?

The martyrs' pensions that were embezzled, the alchemy factory that caused Anna's lung disease and refused to pay compensation, and the hundreds of patients who are still lying in the hospital corridors after drinking the dirty water provided by the water company.

And those poor people who were ruthlessly driven out of the poorhouse and died in despair in the cold winter of 1994, whose names were not even worthy of being recorded...

Although it seems a bit embarrassing to say this, I really want to know now, is it me who has the problem or this damn world?

……

"Let's go."

After standing in front of his desk for a while, Leon reached out and picked up the shopping bag full of gray cigarette boxes, then touched the black goat's horn that was broken by the scissors, and said softly with thought:
"Let's find a quiet place... I'll give you a smoke."

(End of this chapter)