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Chapter 362

With the entire police force of the Secret Investigation Bureau out searching for a suspicious suspect, Leon, back at the Clearing Bureau, hastily knocked on the door of the Bureau Director’s office.

“I want to take half a day off!”

After stating his request, Leon furrowed his brow and continued:

“The Public Security Bureau is investigating the attack on the boarding tower. Because of the urgency back then, many things weren’t done covertly enough, and I’m worried they might uncover something.

Director, give me half a day off this afternoon. I want to contact the rebels who attacked the boarding tower with me before and eliminate some obvious traces we left behind.”

“Hmm…”

After carefully listening to Leon’s request, the red-haired director, who was pouring tea into a wine bottle, paused in contemplation before pulling out a piece of paper from the drawer and handing it over.

“You don’t need to take leave; I’ll just count this as fieldwork for you. But after you’re done, there’s another thing you’ll have to do.”

Is there a new mission? After hearing the red-haired director’s words, Leon’s expression became slightly more serious, and he immediately picked up the note on the table to read it.

After 6 PM, go to the VIP area of Pink Mystery Bar on Tol Street and find a waiter named Jacob. Ask if he took a wallet that a guest left at the bar yesterday?

“Alright.”

After firmly memorizing the content written on the note, Leon asked seriously: “Director, what’s the deal with this Jacob? Is he an anomaly holder who awakened naturally? A servant of some evil god? Or perhaps a remnant of the Scale Gold Religion?”

“…”

He’s none of those things—just an ordinary waiter who probably secretly took my wallet that I forgot at the bar… but how can I possibly tell you that? “He… it’s complicated to explain, and you’ve got things to do soon, so I won’t say more…”

After mumbling a few vague sentences, the red-haired director nodded solemnly and said:

“In any case, you must handle this matter cautiously. Keep your interaction with him to a minimum. As for anything unrelated to the task, especially information about the owner of the wallet, don’t ask too much—it could easily raise suspicion!”

Not even asking for the name or characteristics? It seems like the owner of the wallet has quite a significant background…

“I’ve understood.”

After engraving the director’s earnest instructions in his mind, Leon tentatively asked: “If this waiter named Jacob didn’t take the wallet, should I try to retrieve it?”

“Huh?”

The red-haired director looked somewhat surprised and replied: “Aren’t you only good at finding people? When did you develop the ability to find objects?”

“It’s not that I can find objects, but I can use dream infiltration techniques to indirectly peek into someone else’s memories.”

Pointing at the “Desire Dream Infiltrator” hanging inside his shirt, Leon explained:

“This is something I recently discovered while experimenting. After interacting with the target enough times, I can briefly drag them into a dream and replay certain events that occurred.

If the target has a deep memory of a particular event, I can follow along in their dreams and see part of their related recollections, obtaining some intelligence.”

Meaning… if the waiter didn’t take my wallet but saw who did, you could reenact the night’s events in a dream and see the thief’s face and figure? What a great ability! That’s practically custom-made for cleaners! After hearing Leon’s explanation, the red-haired director hesitated for a moment but, remembering the cool moves he pulled in front of Leon earlier, felt an intense wave of shame and quickly shook his head to decline:

“No, no! You just need to confirm whether he took the wallet or not. Don’t do anything else.”

“Ah…”

Looks like our opponent isn’t someone to be underestimated and might even be very dangerous. The director doesn’t want me to interact with them too much.

Also, seeing how tense the director looks, could that wallet be a spatial anomaly containing dangerous items?

“You go ahead and get started!”

Seeing Leon furrowing his brows in deep thought, worried that further questions would expose the truth, the red-haired director hurriedly shooed him away:

“Remember, safety first this time. Just complete the task on the note, don’t do anything else, and let me handle the rest!”

“Got it!”

Looking at the red-haired director who emphasized safety despite the looming threat, Leon couldn’t help but feel a little warmth in his heart. He nodded seriously, then pushed open the door and left the director’s office.

After he left, the previously stern and serious red-haired director let out a long sigh, picked up the whisky bottle filled with tea, and took a big gulp.

I actually hope that waiter took my wallet right now.

Not a single word was missed in 69 Book Bar!

Just now, I accidentally slipped up, and Emma got so embarrassed she took back the money she lent me. Jerry, who could find the wallet, is nowhere to be seen.

If Leon doesn’t succeed in retrieving the wallet, I won’t have anything to drink for the next few days… Maybe I should suggest to the security minister of the Public Security Bureau to add some alcoholic beverages to the cafeteria menu?

Unaware that the “important mission” he had accepted was merely the private affair of an unscrupulous director, when half the sun dipped below the horizon, Leon arrived at the destination bar on Tol Street right on schedule.

As a street near the port in the Canal District and one of the most prosperous streets, every ship passing through the capital’s port brought a large number of customers to Tol Street upon entering the canal district, also bringing tourists who were eager to relax.

Therefore, this place had the most bars and nightlife spots in the entire capital city, a world that woke up only at night. And the Pink Mystery, the target of the mission, was the brightest pearl on this street that only came alive at six in the evening.

“Sir, ahead is the water gate of the Pink Mystery.”

Pointing at the arched structure resembling a bridge ahead, the boatman dressed in a manly pink uniform skillfully pushed the equally pink-painted oar, guiding the small boat towards the right side following the artificial waterway, then smiled warmly and said: “Are you here for the first time? The Pink Mystery is divided into nine different areas, each completely independent without roads or bridges connecting them, only waterways. You should decide where you’re heading now.”

“…”

This place called Pink Mystery seems a bit too high-end…

Looking at the nine waterways flowing in different directions under the brightly lit “arch,” Leon, holding the sheep’s head, identified the waterway marked with a bottle symbol and asked: “Is that the waterway leading to the bar? If so, let’s go there!”

“Drink area, alright. Please wait a moment.”

The boatman in the manly pink uniform smiled and nodded, steering the pink little boat toward the leftmost waterway. However, after glancing at the sheep’s head Leon was holding, he kindly reminded him softly:

“Sir, according to the rules, neither the drink nor dining areas of the Pink Mystery allow outside food. Would you like to store this item…?”

“Fart!”

At that moment, an angry shout suddenly came from the shopping bag.

“You’re the damn ingredient, and your whole family are ingredients!”

(End of Chapter)


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I! Anomaly Cleansing Agent!

I! Anomaly Cleansing Agent!

Me! The Cleaner!, 我!清理员!
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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: , Native Language: Chinese
“Here, this is your salary for the week.” After handing over a small pouch, the woman sitting behind the desk with her legs crossed casually ticked something off in a small notebook. Without even looking up, she waved her hand dismissively and said, “Remember to file your taxes… next!” “Wait!” After dumping the coins from the small pouch, Leon looked at the eight large and one small coin in his palm—nine filthy, worn-out coins in total. He couldn’t help but widen his eyes in shock, almost wanting to rush over and settle the matter right then and there. “Damn it! I just defeated an evil-god-like entity trying to invade the world on Tuesday! And you, you bastard, are actually deducting the salary of a savior?!”

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