I! Cleaner!
Chapter 153 - 153: 0132 Unlucky or ill-fated?_2

"Um."

Leon nodded and said,

"In order to avoid me asking more questions, he committed suicide directly. I couldn't stop him."

Committed suicide...

The female police officer heard this, bit her lip, and her eyes showed a tinge of sadness. But ultimately, she said hatefully,

"He got off easy! Aunt Marsha was such a great person, never got into an argument with anyone for so many years in the bureau, and this bastard actually had the heart to kill her, and those other people too... Where did that bastard die?"

"In the office upstairs, but I took the body away, so there's nothing up there now... Right!"

After answering the female officer's question, Leon thought for a moment and then suggested,

"How about not saying he was a Rebel? If anyone asks, just say the Rebels attacked your Secret Investigation Bureau's dungeon, not only rescuing the prisoners but also kidnapping the director and taking away a lot of confidential intelligence."

The female officer was slightly taken aback when she heard this.

"Why say that? No matter how thorough he was, if I really put my mind to it, I could definitely find out, and by then... Hmm... I get it."

After glancing up at Leon, the female officer thoughtfully nodded and said,

"Anyway, that bastard is dead, so Aunt Marsha and the others have been avenged. And saying the director was kidnapped sounds better than saying the director was a Rebel who infiltrated the Secret Investigation Bureau.

After all, if it truly turned out he was a spy, the entire Secret Investigation Bureau would likely be subject to investigation or even temporarily disbanded and reorganized.

And during that chaotic gap, the Rebels would certainly take the opportunity to cause havoc, resulting in a lot of casualties... Is that what you're thinking?"

"..."

*Actually, it wasn't... I just wanted to make things a bit difficult for the Rebels. The focus of this story isn't on the scar-faced man's identity but on the Rebels taking the chance to steal lots of confidential intelligence.*

*As for the dirt, preferably it's all about the various noble families, officials, and big merchants. Now that the high-level insiders of the Secret Investigation Bureau are gone, and they're suddenly being hit from all sides, they should calm down for a while and not bother me right away.*

"Something like that, something like that."

Following the female officer's lead, Leon responded ambiguously and then, noticing her slightly awkward stance, suggested,

"Did you also get your leg hit? How about going to the hospital to get it treated? I see there's an empty seat in their car..."

"No need! I'll go back and put some medicine on it myself, but your hand... Huh? Where's the wound on your hand?"

Grabbing Leon's left palm, she examined the newly-grown skin, and the female officer exclaimed in surprise,

"This... It was clearly quite serious just now, how did it heal just by wrapping it with some bandages?"

"Uh..."

"By the way, how did you do it before?"

Now that things had settled, the female officer, who had been holding back a belly full of questions, finally got her chance to ask. She quickly tugged on Leon's sleeve, leaned in, and whispered,

"Why was he able to come back to life even after dying, and why could he transform into over a dozen? And how did you do it? Why could you withstand so many Nails? Why did the dungeon collapse as soon as you pulled me into the corner? And..."

"Uh... I still have unfinished work..."

Hearing the female officer's string of "whys," Leon couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. He then made an excuse,

"I see you're quite busy here too, so how about we each focus on our own tasks first? I'll explain everything tomorrow after I'm done, okay?"

"Alright..."

Unaware that by tomorrow, the Brain of the Evil God at the Purification Bureau would wipe clean all memories related to Abnormals, the female officer received Leon's promise and, after only a brief hesitation, let him go, then seriously reminded him,

"I'll be waiting for you tomorrow in my office. Make sure to come find me after you're done! No lying!"

"I promise, I promise!"

After making a promise as unreliable as "next time, for sure," Leon quickly gathered his things and left the chaotic Secret Investigation Bureau. But instead of heading straight back to the Purification Bureau to report, he walked toward the main road outside the municipal area, intending to catch a public carriage.

*The simple reason is that the scar-faced man was not exactly a formidable opponent. From the time I left the Purification Bureau to now, not even an hour had passed, and I had already taken care of him.*

*If I came back after a field assignment in just over half an hour and only six or seven hundred meters away, even the director might be embarrassed to approve my subsidy. I might as well go to Rose Manor to rescue someone first.*

...

*Damn, I missed the carriage, so now I have to wait for over half an hour... If I had known, I might as well have headed back to the bureau first.*

After jogging to the nearby station, watching the public carriage just disappear from view, Leon couldn't help but rub his brows in frustration, feeling his luck had indeed been poor lately.

*His sister was hospitalized, encountering an out-of-control Infector; investigating a middle-aged nurse almost got him cut in half by an old man; during a visit to the shopping mall, he unexpectedly came across the Holy Spirit of the Scales Gold Sect; just wanting a bandage, he ended up being targeted by the Rebels and trapped in the dungeon.*

*Even though everything ended without any major incidents and he pulled through successfully, it truly felt like he was cursed, bringing trouble wherever he went...*

"What's up?"

Perhaps sensing Leon's hesitation and confusion through his soul vision, the Black Goat shook its head curiously and asked,

"Weren't those Rebels all dealt with? What nonsense are you pondering now?"

"It's not really a big deal..."

After a brief hesitation, Leon expressed his suspicion,

"I'm wondering if the frequency at which I encounter Abnormals is a bit too high? Why does something happen everywhere I go, like I'm possessed by Conan..."

"Which Demon God is Conan?"

"Uh... He's not a Demon God, he's a... Forget it, not worth mentioning.

What I mean is, ever since I joined the Purification Bureau, every time I try to do something proactive, it seems like some unexpected situation occurs. Am I under some curse of bad luck from an Anomalous Object?"

"Nonsense!"

After hearing Leon's suspicion, the Black Goat snorted and said,

"Though you have potential, you're only a Third-Class Cleanser at the Purification Bureau right now. The bureau has tons like you; who would specifically target you with a malefic Anomalous Object? Instead of using an Anomalous Object to ruin your luck, wouldn't it be easier to just get rid of you?"

"But it really feels like I'm particularly unlucky..."

"It's not that you're unlucky, but because you work for the Purification Bureau now, you're forced to seek out Anomalous Objects, so naturally, the frequency of encountering them has increased, and almost being cut down by that old man is exactly due to that."

After casting a disdainful glance at the "superstitious" Leon, the Great Demon confidently stated,

"The incident at Red Brick Road Hospital, whether you joined the Purification Bureau or not, would have definitely erupted that day. And as for the Holy Spirit of the Scales Gold Sect, as soon as Charl Department Store started selling a lot of goods, those random nobles would definitely stir up trouble. You just happened to be in the right place at the right time."

Hmm... That is true...

A bit convinced by the Black Goat, Leon thought for a moment, but then shook his head and said,

"Even if those events were bound to happen sooner or later, what difference does it make whether I'm there or not, why do I always end up being in just the right place?"

"Heh, what do you mean by 'just in the right place'? It's because the things you encountered in the past are impacting what's happening now, so it seems like things keep going wrong for you.

For example, that scar-faced guy today, he probably had his eye on you for some time. If you hadn't gone to the Secret Investigation Bureau, he probably wouldn't have dared to act rashly, but seeing you walk right into his trap, he couldn't help himself! Can that be called 'just in time'?"

...

*Indeed, if I hadn't gone to the Secret Investigation Bureau, that scar-faced director probably wouldn't have dared to cause trouble, likely continuing to stay undercover...*

After listening to the Black Goat, Leon realized it probably was the case. Still, for some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

And seeing his Soulfire still flickering uncertainly, the Black Goat impatiently said,

"How about this: you're planning to go to Rose Manor to rescue someone, right? Let's see if you can smoothly bring her out!

If everything goes well, then you were just overthinking it. But if something goes wrong again, we can find a way to check things out for you, how about that?"

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