The copy has 0 error tolerance, and the last words on the ground are all wrong for me

Leaving the mayor's house, Wu Chang headed towards the police station.

When passing by the cathedral, I saw the spirit fox cleaning the fallen leaves again.

Compared with yesterday, Linghu's mood was more stable and his spirit was not so depressed.

When Linghu saw him, his mood obviously became much higher, and he trotted towards him.

"You look better."

Linghu smiled and said: "Thanks to you, I calmed down. You are right. As long as we do what we should do, everything will get better."

Linghu is a nun by profession, and his hidden side mission is to find the Saint. If the Saint ever appears in Briver, she will definitely stop at the cathedral.

At the moment, Linghu seems to be unguarded against him and has an inexplicable trust in him. This is a good opportunity to obtain information.

Wait, something seems not right. He should be doing something else. Forget it, now is not the time to be distracted.

Wu Chang shook his head, threw the inexplicable sense of disobedience out of his mind, and asked:

"How are you doing at the cathedral?"

Hearing Wu Chang ask about himself, Linghu smiled on his face.

"Everyone in the church is very friendly and much easier to get along with than those in the workplace, especially the priest. After dinner, he will lead us to pray together. After praying, I will feel much calmer and can increase my temporary will by 0.5."

Wu Chang was a little surprised. Other professional jobs would reduce attributes, but how could a nun complete her work and increase temporary attributes.

He really wanted to ask if the church was still short of people and whether it would accept part-time jobs.

Linghu continued: "The only unusual thing is that the bishop is a little weird. He sewed his eyes shut with rough wire. Every time I see him, I always feel like I am being watched by something dangerous."

Wu Chang nodded, noted down the bishop who had his eyes sewn shut, and then asked: "Why didn't you tell Jianxing this information last night?"

Linghu whispered: "I'm worried that he will let me test the bishop."

"Then you can tell me with confidence?"

"You won't."

Wu Chang shrugged. He didn't think he was so reliable, and he didn't know why Linghu had confidence in him.

"By the way, how are you doing?" Linghu paused for a moment, then asked as if he mustered up the courage.

"I'm fine. I'm going to deliver her package to the police chief now." After Wu Chang finished speaking, he waved to Linghu and continued walking towards the police station.

Seeing that Wu Chang responded perfunctorily and left in a hurry after getting the information, Linghu looked disappointed, "Are you in such a hurry..."

Wu Chang walked halfway and remembered something. He expected that he would gain a lot today, and he might need the church knowledge that Linghu had learned, so he turned around and shouted:

"I will come to see you tomorrow, remember to wait for me."

Linghu smiled and replied: "Okay!"

When he arrived at the police station, Wu Chang didn't see Morena in the lobby, so he asked the hamster who was mopping the floor:

"Where's the Sheriff?"

The hamster pointed to the closed Sheriff's Office and whispered:

"When the Sheriff came today, he locked himself in the room and refused to open the door. Her condition is strange, so be careful."

"Understood." Wu Chang made an OK gesture and walked towards the Sheriff's Office.

Boom boom.

"Chief Morena."

A hoarse and trembling voice sounded from behind the door: "What's the matter?"

Wu Chang: "I have your email."

"Leave it at the door."

"There is one more thing I need to trouble you with. Mayor Harrison gave me a letter of recommendation. I would like to ask you to sign it."

squeak~

The door to the Sheriff's Office opened a crack.

Wu Chang thought he was going to slip the letter of introduction through the crack in the door. As soon as he approached, Morena suddenly stretched out her hand and pulled him into the house.

As the hamster said, Morena was not doing well.

She was huddled in the office chair. Her healthy, wheat-colored complexion was pale at the moment. She was sweating a lot. The white shirt on her body was soaked with sweat, revealing the black underwear under the shirt.

She hugged her leg with one hand, desperately trying to stop the trembling of her body. She let go of Wu Chang with the other hand, pushed the scattered red hair aside, then bent her index finger and put it in her mouth to bite lightly.

Wu Chang frowned. Morena's state looked like some kind of withdrawal reaction.

Morena bit her finger and looked up at him, "Harrison wants you to join the town council?"

"Yes, I would like to ask you to be my recommender."

"What a lucky guy, you don't know what kind of miracle you are going to enjoy." Morena whispered.

Morena seemed to have thought of something, stood up from her chair and walked to Wu Chang.

The two were so close that Wu Chang could feel Morena's breathing and smell her scent.

Don't they say that beautiful girls' sweat smells like strawberry? Why does the sweat on Morena's body have a faint fishy smell?

Could it be that you sprayed a Houttuynia cordata-scented perfume?

Morena stayed close to Wu Chang and said, "It's not impossible for you to join, but it depends on your performance."

Wu Chang grinned and said with some reluctance, "Sergeant, I'm not a prostitute."

Of course, if Morena insists on asking, covering her nose is not impossible.

Morena said something very disappointing in a hungry tone.

"I don't want your body, at least not now. I want half of what you get tonight. If you agree, I will sign!"

Wu Chang wondered: "What will I get?"

"miracle!"

“Can a miracle be cut in half?”

"Can!"

Wu Chang shrugged, "Then it's a deal."

He was not prepared to go back and forth with Morena over something he had not yet obtained.

If what you get is really great, you can just regret it later.

After getting Morena's autograph, only Marty was left.

According to the agreement that night, Wu Chang waited until four o'clock in the afternoon, after the grocery store closed, and walked in through the back door.

Marty was right. The back door of the grocery store was so remote and surrounded by weeds and shrubs that no one would notice anyone entering through it.

In the grocery store, Marty was the only one at home. Wu often checked around in his spirit form, but there was no one else in the house.

After stepping on it, he coughed and shook the bell placed at the back entrance.

Soon, heavy footsteps were heard on the wooden floor.

As footsteps approached, the giant bear-like Marty squeezed out of the narrow corridor.

When he saw the package in Wu Chang's hand, he was so excited that his face turned red. He took the package and gave Wu Chang a death bear hug.

"Brother Sean, it's such a shame that you didn't come to town earlier. I swear to the Holy Mother, you are definitely the most professional guy I have ever met."

Wu Chang broke away from Marty's death embrace, rubbed his painfully squeezed ribs, and then took out the letter of recommendation.

"Mr. Marty, I would like to ask you to be my recommender."

"No problem! You deserve it!"

Marty signed his name on the recommendation letter on the spot.

"Brother Sean, do you know that since the establishment of the town council, the number of members has always been twenty-one, never more, and never less."

"Your appearance breaks this routine!"

Marty handed the letter of introduction signed with three signatures to Wu Chang.

"Congratulations on becoming the 22nd town councilor in the town. To be honest, I have always hated those so-called traditions. Traditions should be broken for outstanding people, especially those as outstanding as you!"

Wu Chang showed a humble smile, "I am very happy to be recognized by everyone. I will continue to work hard."

Marty: "I like you!"

Leaving through the back door, Wu Chang put the letter of introduction into his pocket and turned to look at the grocery store.

Contrary to Marty, he likes traditions, especially those with a sense of ritual.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the messy bushes. The clone of his true self in black robe walked out from behind the bushes and walked silently towards the back door of the grocery store.

There have always been only twenty-one town councilors. What a good tradition.

When new people come in, old people should go out.

You are right.