I! Cleaner!
Chapter 107 - 107: 0092 Bandage and Problem_1

"..."

*So you haven't even decided what you want me to do, and you're already asking for my transfer?*

Startled by Leon's unexpected move, the female detective thought this might be her last chance to investigate the past incident. After clenching her fists several times, she finally agreed to cooperate with the "bastard rebels," and with a tense face, she responded, "Just put 'assist investigation'... Wait, are you really in the field? And you're going to the Ryan Family too? What are you going to do there?"

"Why do you have so many questions? These are confidential matters, don't ask about things you're not supposed to!"

After rebuking the female detective, Leon felt much better and swiftly filled out the paperwork before stuffing it into her pocket. He then pointed at the female prisoner pressed against the wall of the compartment and made his first request. "Loosen your grip a bit, let me see the bandage on her wrist!"

???

Although she didn't understand what Leon intended, seeing him extend just one finger, apparently only wanting to touch the bandage, the female detective didn't stop him and slightly loosened her grip on the prisoner's arm.

"Sizzle..."

[Name: Plague-Infected Blood Bandage (Decay, Healing)]

[Appearance: An old bandage stained with a lot of blood. The central gauze that binds the bleeding point still has a large amount of dark brown old blood stains, and if you get close, you can smell a faint salty odor.]

[Ability: Actively entangles any living target, draining their health and causing rapid decay, but when used correctly, can quickly heal all wounds below "limb severance."]

[Cost: When used, unbearable pain will emanate from the right thigh, making it nearly impossible to walk.]

[File: Removed from the body of a soldier who died of wounds, each fiber of this bandage has been soaked with the painful tears of the soldier's wife.]

[Evaluation: The bloodstains born out of guardianship have yet to successfully convey the deceased's wishes, but the tears brimming with hatred are tormenting the souls of the living repeatedly.]

[Contamination Value: 1.1]

"..."

Another "dual-trait" Anomalous Object?

After reading the abilities of this bandage, Leon couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly, feeling a bit strange. Like the [Spirit Lodge], the two abilities of this bandage were unrelated, even completely opposite.

Moreover, judging from the file and evaluation, the "creator" of this Anomalous Object might not only be the deceased investigator but likely also included the female prisoner being held.

*If I'm not mistaken, her husband's will to survive and his concern for his family should have fostered the bandage's healing ability.*

As for the source of the other half, the decay ability, it was probably the female prisoner's deep-rooted hatred and her desire for her enemies to experience the pain her husband endured before he died.

Although this formation process seemed "reasonable," most Anomalous Objects were born out of pure and extreme emotions.

And pure implies complexity is unlikely; although the probability of an item carrying both "love" and "hate" emotions is not non-existent, both emotions would need to be strong and nearly equivalent in intensity, which should be extremely rare. Yet, this was already the second one he had encountered.

*So... Could this also be related to that Aquarius Director?*

Following this faint sense of familiarity, Leon furrowed his brows tightly, moved closer, and lowered his voice as he dared to ask, "I'm asking you, have you seen someone with narrow eyes, drooping eyebrows, and corners of the mouth, a natural crying face?"

?!!!

*They knew!*

Hearing Leon's question, the female prisoner couldn't help but tense up. Upon considering the suddenly ineffective bandage, she finally confirmed her earlier judgment.

*There is a traitor within the organization! And it's very likely not a mere traitor, but someone possibly in a higher position than me! It might even be one of those core members who also gained power!*

*Damn it! Who the hell is the traitor!*

...

Although the female prisoner bit her lips and remained silent, without giving any response, her self-perceived stubborn resistance meant nothing to Leon, who possessed soul vision.

*Goodness, it seems she really has encountered him? So, is that Aquarius Director still creating abnormalities?*

Watching as the female prisoner's soul panicked upon hearing his inquiry, Leon couldn't help but take a deep breath, instinctively clenching his fists, and immediately continued to press, "How did you meet him? Did he approach you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"So he approached you!"

Having discerned the answer through her soul's reaction, Leon furrowed his brows once more, and amidst the female prisoner's alarmed expression, continued questioning harshly, "Tell me! Is it only you related to him, or are your entire rebels involved?"

"I said, I don't know what you're talking about!"

"..."

*What the hell... aren't you supposed to interrogate her? Isn't this supposed to be my job? What am I even here for?*

As Leon and the female prisoner quickly exchanged questions and answers, the female detective on the side was completely bewildered and couldn't help but ask softly, "Leon... what exactly..."

"Don't interfere, hold her down!"

After shooting a glare at the tool, signaling her not to interrupt, Leon pondered briefly as he looked at the once-unchanged soul of the female prisoner before asking differently, "If neither of those answers is correct... does that mean not many people know of or have seen him, but within your rebels, there are indeed a batch of people who gained power from him?"

"..."

Unable to comprehend how she let something slip from the first two questions, the female prisoner stubbornly clenched her jaw, remaining silent to prevent her tone or expression from unveiling the answers.

However, though she didn't utter a word, her once again turbulent soul directly revealed the correct answer to Leon.

"So there really are a batch of people who have encountered him... is there a lot of them? Very few? Not too many?"

"..."

"Seems like not too many... Tell me, counting people like you, does it amount to fifty? Thirty? Twenty? Ten? More than ten, right?"

"?"

"Up to fifteen? Twelve? Thirteen? Oh, it turns out to be twelve!"

"??"

*There are actually a whole twelve?*

Quickly deducing the number of people who obtained anomalies from observing the changes in the female prisoner's soul, Leon, feeling a bit tense, urgently continued asking, "What level are those people? Are most of them stronger than you?"

"???"

"Seems they are stronger than you... so how many of them are stronger than you? Three? Five? Seven?"

"!!!"

*He's one as well! He's also that kind of person!*

Though she stubbornly refused to say a single word the entire time, essentially giving away all the intelligence, the female prisoner—who was nearly driven to collapse by the interrogation—finally realized what she had encountered.

*I don't know how he's doing it, but it seems as long as I'm alive, I can't keep any secrets from him!*

"Go to hell!!!"

With a hysterical yell, she recklessly dislocated her arm as her upper body suddenly leaned back, her head slammed into the female detective's chest, and then she arched her body backward, slamming forcefully against the compartment's hard iron wall!

"Bang!"