Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 6 Level Processor

This hidden feature...the scapegoat?

Looking at the glaring word "expulsion", Leon, who had just crawled out of "hell", couldn't help but shudder. He subconsciously wanted to take off the badge, but got the feedback that "it cannot be removed temporarily". He could only give up and pray silently in his heart instead.

God bless, in the two months before this badge is promoted to bronze, I hope nothing serious happens in the Cleanup Bureau. My whole family is counting on this job to make a comeback, and there is also my sister Anna's illness...

Oh, Anna!
Thinking of his sister who was still lying in the hospital bed waiting for treatment, Leon, who had just started working, quickly asked for leave, then rushed out of the Cleanup Bureau, ready to use the benefits he had just received to get Anna better treatment.

After he left in a hurry, the black goat who had been watching silently tutted his tongue twice and said to the red-haired woman with a look of gloating:

"Haha! You don't even want him to know the content of the Cleanup Bureau's work. You probably don't plan to let him participate in the mission, right?

What's going on? Seeing that this kid is desperate, you are kind-hearted and ready to lend a hand to him?"

"Do not."

She took out another bottle of wine from somewhere, and after taking a big gulp, the red-haired woman put away the smile on her face and said indifferently:
"The more 'truth' we humans come into contact with, the more deeply we are tainted by the dark side, and the more likely our smell will attract new anomalies.

Leon has great talent, but the bureau is short of manpower right now and we can't send anyone to protect him all the time. I temporarily blocked this part of his memory to prevent him from being found by abnormalities.

As for the specific content of the work, it won’t be too late to tell him after we find an abnormal object that suits him.”

Come on, that guy has no talent at all!

Completely not believing the red-haired woman's explanation, the black goat sneered:

“Stop talking nonsense! Although he resisted our [Whisper of Corruption], it does not mean that his willpower is outstanding. This kid is just rational and his moral values ​​are stronger than ordinary people.

If you ask me, he is a guy whose blood has been almost completely worn out and who is used to obeying like a sheep. He is even worse than those death row prisoners who can only be used as cannon fodder. He will probably not even be able to survive the first mission. "

"I can make it through this."

Without telling the Black Goat about Leon's "abnormality", the red-haired woman took another sip of beer and said calmly:

“I can take him with me to do the first few tasks, and Emma’s work is almost finished, so she will be back tonight.

If I have time, I will take care of him. If I don't, Emma will take care of him for me until he can take care of himself."

Good man, you take care of me like this? What do you like about this guy?

"Don't mess around!"

The black goat frowned and said unhappily:

"The performance of the Cleanup Bureau has always been calculated based on the number of full-time members. Our Sixth Bureau's performance is now ranked second to last, and there are still two months before the year-end review. Are you hiring such a big burden at this time? Are you worried that you won't be able to rank last?"

"Don't worry."

"I don't care!"

The black goat curled his lips and said:

"You've killed more people than I've ever seen in my life, so I've always admired you, except when you're being too kind.

As the most insane executioner in the entire Cleanup Bureau, why don't you just do your job honestly? Why do you have to pretend to be a good person? Do you know how disgusting it is to be kind-hearted? "

"Oh."

"..."

"Tsk... You don't really think that by giving that kid a hand, you can save his life, do you?"

Looking at the red-haired woman who was drinking with an indifferent expression and obviously didn't want to pay attention to him, the black goat's face darkened and he couldn't help but sneer:

“I know humans all too well. If they had been struggling in the darkness, they could still hold on with the numbness they were used to. But now that you’ve dragged them ashore and let them see what they look like under the sun, there’s no going back.

When he fails the review and is held accountable at the end of the year, and is dismissed, he will personally feel the gap from heaven to hell. This kid may go crazy, and even become like that person in the beginning, resenting you for helping him...

By the way, what did that person say at the beginning? "

Walking into the dim office and sitting on the thickly cushioned sofa, the black goat crossed his legs and raised his front hoof in front of the silent red-haired woman, imitating with a joking look:
"I hate it! Olivia! I hate you! I could have continued 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 the Black Goat finished speaking, the sharp scraping sound of a blade scraping across bones was heard.

It was as if the black goat, with its front hooves raised, was cut into pieces in an instant, as if it had been cut thousands of times by countless thin and sharp blades in an instant, and all kinds of parts were scattered all over the ground with a crackling sound.

But the strange thing is that even though the black goat has turned into mutton offal, there is no bloody smell in the office. The woman behind the desk still maintains her original posture, drinking the beer in her hand in big gulps as if nothing had happened.

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 crimson color.

"I've reminded you many times not to call me by my name directly."

Throwing away the empty wine bottle that had been drunk up at some point in time, the red-haired woman hooked her finger towards the sofa, and a sheep's head with its mouth sewn with red silk thread floated over and was placed upright on her table.

After exchanging a glance 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 suits you better.

Also, I plan to take some time to go to Wales and find out what happened and why you are afraid of men from Wales.

You stay here until I come back! When I figure out what you are afraid of, I will let you pay for your foul mouth!"

"Hmm? Woo! Woo!!!"

……

Not knowing what happened after he left, Leon hurried back to the hospital, knocked on the door of the respiratory department's office, and handed over his new certificate before the department director, who had packed up his things and left work, could get his hands on it.

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 and flipping through it doubtfully, the fat director, who had been full of doubts just now, suddenly looked stern after identifying several special marks.

The kingdom's civil service system is divided into five levels, from top to bottom: ruling level, administrative level, clerical level, assistant level, and general affairs level.

As the director of the respiratory department of a lower-level hospital, I am barely at the top of the clerical staff. If I work hard when I am about to retire in another 20 years, I might have a chance to move up to the tail end of the assistant level.

But the skinny young man in front of him, wearing an old coat, was actually already an assistant-level civil servant, and his salary was paid directly to the clerk level! This kind of person would probably be able to move up and squeeze into the ranks of clerical-level civil servants after three to five years.

Damn it! Doesn't that mean he's on 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 strong envy and a hint of deeply hidden jealousy in his eyes.

Leon Ryan, with the same last name as the Duke of Lionheart, plus he was holding an assistant-level civil service position before he was twenty years old. Needless to say, he came from a prestigious noble family, and most likely a direct descendant with excellent resources.

I have worked so hard in the hospital for more than 20 years, and my greatest hope was to get an assistant-level civil service position before retirement. However, others are already at the top of the assistant level when they are only in their teens. They have reached the end of my lifelong dream and can even get some extra space. How can I justify this?

After secretly cursing the damned relative 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, said:

"Mr. Lyon, are you feeling unwell?"

"It's not me, it's my sister."

After briefly explaining Anna's condition, before Leon even made any request, the fat director with a big belly took the initiative to offer to immediately transfer her to the best ward and prescribe the best medicine. He also patted his chest and guaranteed that he, as the director, would personally follow up and ensure that Miss Anna received the highest level of treatment in the entire capital.

Somewhat uncomfortable with the fat director's excessive enthusiasm, Leon suppressed his discomfort and reluctantly exchanged a few words with him. Then, under the guidance of the nurse, he went to the intensive care unit in advance and sat on the soft sofa, waiting for the nurses to push Anna over.

Sitting alone in the quiet and tidy ward, looking at the new bed covered with white sheets in front of him and Leon sitting upright on the sofa, he couldn't help but have a strange feeling that things and people have changed.

Less than an hour had passed since he rushed out of the hospital holding the scalpel, but the dilemma that had pushed his entire family into a desperate situation had been resolved.

Not only did he find a cure for his sister's illness, but his family, who had just been struggling at the bottom of the capital, could now live a good life with his salary. The price of all this was just...

Hmm? What's the price... Hiss! So hot! So hot!!!

Leon was pondering over the price he had paid when he suddenly felt a burning pain on the skin over his heart. The dung beetle badge representing the Sixth Cleaning Bureau suddenly emitted a terrifyingly high temperature like a branding iron, burning him viciously through three layers of clothes.

[An out-of-control infected person who meets the job requirements appears, the black iron badge "Trial Worker" is activated, and your work efficiency has been slightly improved]

(End of this chapter)