Silver Blade and Rose

Zals Drake is 21 years old and just graduated from the police academy last month.

He had excellent grades in school and was recommended to the police force in York City after graduation. He should have started as a patrolman and lived an ordinary life, but after a series of rigorous second interviews, he received another letter. The employment notice asked him to report elsewhere.

"You'll have more fun there than on the force," said the officer who gave him his offer letter.

Whether this is an internal transfer or something else, Zars didn't figure it out, but after looking at the salary, he felt that the new job should not be much different from that in the police force. The agreements are all in the same template, with the same seal on them, and he will never be trafficked from the police force to work illegally.So he received a big black dog from the police force in a fog, and got his new job location, and reported to Rock Hill Street the next day.

As it turns out, he may have been thinking about it too simply.

Zals led the dog outside the house, opened the door of the dog house to let the big dog stay alone, and stroked its head with complicated emotions: "Dude, your house seems a bit strange."

The big black dog returned to his own territory, lying on his bed and cupping his palm with his forehead, his eyes were calm, as if saying that he had never seen the world.

There was a bag of unsealed dog food in the dog house. Zars opened it and checked it, and found that it had not expired, so he filled the dog food bowl for the big dog, sighed, got up and went upstairs to see the room he was going to live in today Room.

There is a long corridor on the second floor of the gray house. There are four rooms on one side of the corridor, and the high first-floor hall on the other side. There is a dusty crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling. It seems that it has not been seen for a long time. People cleaned up.Zals walked all the way along the corridor, his shoes creaked slightly on the wooden floor.

The door of the first room was wide open, and there was a sofa coffee table and a water dispenser inside, apparently being used as a reception room.The second room was the bedroom that Zals had just arranged. The door was closed. He reached out to twist the doorknob, but he didn't.

Someone locked the door from the inside.

He froze for a moment, his first reaction was that he had gone to the wrong door, but this was indeed the "second room from the left", and there was only this row of rooms on the second floor, so even elementary school students couldn't count one, two, three, four by mistake.

There are people downstairs who can ask, but with the attitude of the other party just now, I am afraid that if you ask too much, you will be disgusted. Zals hesitated, and raised his hand and knocked on the door first.

The room was quiet for a moment, and then there was a slight noise suddenly, as if someone was walking inside - after a few seconds, the locked door was opened from the inside.

Zales deliberately wanted to explain his knock on the door: "Sorry, here..."

His voice stopped abruptly when he saw the person who opened the door.

After Zals knocked on the door, the door of the second room on the left on the second floor finally opened, and there was a person standing inside.

With the lessons learned from the lady downstairs, Zals can't guarantee that this is a human being, after all, he looks... less human than a doll-like woman.

The other party was short in stature and looked like a child, but he had curved horns on his head, and his fluffy brown curly hair couldn't cover them. In addition, he was neatly dressed in a small three-piece suit, No matter how you look at it, it looks like a child who has been dressed up by his parents for Halloween and is pretending to be a little devil.

But he didn't act like a child at all, not even a human being. He looked up at Zarke expressionlessly for a while, then grinned abruptly and said, "It's a new kid." , wait here, I'll 'close the door' for you."

He looks very cute. If he didn't open his mouth and speak in a more old-fashioned tone than the woman downstairs, Zals might reach out and pat his head.

Before he had time to think about what the other party meant by "close the door", Zars noticed that the boy had already walked out of the room, turned around and closed the door.

He moved quickly and urgently. He jumped out of the door and then reached out to close the door in one go. The door panel was hastily closed with a "bang", and Zals didn't even react, and almost got his nose pinched.

"Okay, the 'door' has been closed, and it's your room inside, you can rest first. The boss should come back tonight, and then you can go to the room at the end of the corridor and say hello to him."

The boy smiled at him again, the smile was still stiff, but it was much more natural than before, as if... just learned how to smile.

Zals was taken aback by his own thoughts, and while trying to get it out of his mind, he asked, "Uh, but it's not..."

The other party was standing in the door just now. Out of politeness, he didn't look at the furnishings in the room, but he also remembered that it was a place like a reception room. There was only a sofa without a bed, and there was a huge wine cabinet standing in the corner. How do you look at it? It's not like a dormitory for employees either.If this was his room, something was wrong.

As if he knew what he was thinking, the boy's smile remained unchanged, and he turned the doorknob and opened the door: "Come, let's see your room."

The reception room disappeared, replaced by a modest, comfortably furnished bedroom.There are beds and wardrobes inside, a single sofa and a small table by the window, and the light gray curtains are rolled up, revealing the green potted plants placed by the window—no matter how you look at it, it is a very normal bedroom, with a tie It was much the same as what Pauls had envisioned.

It was so real that he thought he had just hallucinated.

"Are you satisfied?" The boy looked up at him. This time, he seemed to be able to move his facial muscles proficiently, and his smile became very innocent and cute. "I am Muen, the housekeeper here. If you need anything, you can go to the stairs. Come find me in the room."

After introducing himself, before Zars could comment on the room, Mun had already let go of the doorknob, walked out slowly, and entered what he called "the room at the top of the stairs", which is the next door to this room .

Zals looked at his disappearing back, and then at the seemingly normal but strange room, and finally took a tentative step inside and walked into the room.

The floor was solid, and other things seemed to be fine. He took a few more steps inside and put his backpack beside the bed. Everything was so normal that he suspected that he had just read it wrong.Zals took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack. After looking around for a while, he walked to the window and pushed open the half-covered glass window.

The people and things he met after coming here are not unusual. He is not an atheist, but he is not someone who associates supernatural events at every turn. Although the woman downstairs and Mun said something strange, Zalls is still willing to believe it. They were just joking with their new colleagues.

……I hope so.

He glanced out the open window and saw that the big black dog had already fallen asleep in the kennel, so he gave up the idea of ​​going down to look at it and started to pack his luggage.

He is a local resident of York City, and his parents live in a farm in the outskirts, so he didn't bring much, only a few sets of clothes and some daily necessities.Before coming here, Zals thought that he would be hired by some special department, but Rock Hill Street is an ordinary residential area, and the house looks unattractive, so he had dispelled his guess before entering the door.

But now it seems that the reality may be more unbelievable than he imagined.

When he was still in the police academy, he heard some instructors and graduate students vaguely mention such a secret agency—different from the police, they do not act openly, are not responsible to citizens, and do not assume the responsibility for people’s daily security, but rather Dealing with some "other creatures" exists as a bridge of communication.

Such an institution does not need a lot of staff, but occasionally there will be a branch that wants to leave graduates like them, usually as bodyguards or benefactors. He does not know the specific job content, but the students who have passed these institutions, I hardly interact with them after work.

Zals suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. Maybe he needs to understand the job content in order to decide whether to increase the amount of occupational insurance.

Thinking of this, he still packed his luggage first, and planned to go out to ask Mu En if there was anything he could help with, and if he needed to solve the dinner by himself.

Mun was sorting out piles of books in the next room, when he knocked on the door and asked, he let out a oh as if thinking of something, and said, "Dinner will be delivered to the room, and you can go out to eat by yourself when you don't have work. If there is no one there, the food will not be delivered."

Zals helped him put the finished items on the shelf, and then asked, "What about when there is work?"

"Hmm..." Mun frowned, "When we have work, it's usually difficult for us to eat on time, and we almost always solve it together after the end."

Seeing that Zals still didn't understand, he said again: "You will know when the boss comes back at night, without an assistant, he can only handle the incident by himself this time, and you will act together with him in the future, there will be no problem. "

Mun showed a look of not being able to explain clearly, and Zars didn't ask any more questions. After helping him sort out the books on the floor, he went back to his room and took a shower.When he returned to his room from the bathroom at the end of the corridor, the prepared dinner was already on the table.

The dinner was richer than he imagined. There were well-toasted bread slices and ham, as well as a seafood gratin and refreshing side dishes. Several different sauces were placed on the other side of the plate, and the person who prepared the dinner seemed to be unable to handle it. According to his taste, there are a few cans of beer and juice beside it.

Zals opened a can of cold beer and walked to the window to look at the dog house while drinking, only to find a car parked in front of the door at some point.

It was an off-road vehicle, the lights were still on, and someone got out of the driver's seat and was moving things out of the trunk.Muen trotted out from the door to help, and moved things into the house with the people who got out of the car—it looked like several heavy boxes, and it was difficult for one person to move them.

"Need help?" Zars raised his voice.

Muen raised his head and saw him drinking beer by the window, and waved to him happily.

He put on a coat and went downstairs. The person carrying the boxes with Mun was an unfamiliar face. He nodded his head as a greeting to him, and silently picked up the next box with him and walked towards the gate.

The little Mun was able to free his hands, and followed them and said, "It's just in time, I was thinking about knocking on your door for help later."

Zars looked down at him: "Huh?"

"Our boss fell asleep in the car," Munn sighed. "Can you please carry him upstairs with Sanchez later?"

Zars paused, and turned to look at the off-road vehicle that was still parked there.

The car is not new or old, but the body is dusty and the tires are full of mud, as if it just came back from the field; the lights are still on, the trunk is wide open, and Munn and Sanchez didn't deliberately move things just now Keeping your voice down, it really doesn't look like someone fell asleep on it.

But he didn't say much, just nodded, and continued walking with Sanchez, moving the remaining boxes into the house.