I! Cleaner!

"Hmm?"

Just when Black Goat suddenly went back on his word and asked Leon to take it back immediately, in the editorial office of The Sun, a female reporter wearing a wide-brimmed wool hat suddenly changed her expression, touched her buttocks with her hand, and a look of surprise appeared in her two black eyes.

"Nicole?"

Although the movement was large, the female reporter did not make any sound, not even the friction of clothes, so she was not noticed. Only her colleague who was rubbed by her sleeve noticed the abnormality and tilted his head to remind him in a low voice:

"Be careful, the director is holding back to scold people, don't let him target you!"

"Hmm, but don't worry, he won't be arrogant for long."

She nodded slightly to the colleague who kindly reminded her, and then habitually pulled down the wool hat to press down the small tuft of hair that was sticking up between her temples. The female reporter secretly shrugged at the director who was lecturing with a gloomy face, Then he tilted his head and smiled softly:

"Old Martin's family status is too low, he can't stand up at home at all, and he is controlled by his 200-pound fierce wife. He can only vent his anger on us during meetings.

So it doesn't matter if he gets scolded now. When I become the director of the news department next month, I promise that this kind of useless meeting, which is useless except for letting impotent old men relieve their anger, will never be held again!"

"Hmm..."

The corners of his mouth curled up because of the female reporter's words. The colleagues next to him almost bit their cheeks and their faces turned red before they could barely hold back and didn't laugh out loud on the spot.

After taking several deep breaths and coming out of her laughter, the female colleague couldn't help but complain in a low voice:

"Nicole, don't hurt me. If I had laughed just now, Old Martin would have pointed at my nose and scolded me for an hour!"

"Sorry, sorry."

After apologizing without sincerity, the female reporter turned her wrist slightly, took out a theater ticket, and stuffed it into her colleague's hand with real sincerity.

"This is an apology for you, how about it?"

This is... a ticket for the Morning Star Theater? It's a special version signed by Master Wilde, so you can go backstage and shake hands with the master after the performance!

After secretly lowering her head and glancing at the performance ticket in her hand, the female colleague couldn't help but be overjoyed, but she quickly reacted and looked at the smiling female reporter warily, saying with doubt in her eyes:

"Not so good! You suddenly gave me such an expensive ticket, you must have troubles to ask me, or even let me help you!"

"Right! You are so smart!"

After winking at her playfully, the female reporter slightly clamped her legs together, her pretty little face seemed to be covered with powder, and she said shyly:

"That... I slept late yesterday, and I was worried that I couldn't bear it in the morning, so I drank a few more cups of coffee. Old Martin talked a lot of nonsense today, and he talked over and over for more than an hour and didn't finish, so can you..."

I understand, you need someone to cover up for you because you are in a hurry to pee, right?

But today is the regular topic selection meeting. When everyone stands up to talk about the news topic, if Nicole hasn't come back, I'm afraid I will have to take double the scolding for her.

Double the scolding... Master Wilde's ticket... Oh! It's worth it!

After hesitating for a while, the female colleague sighed, put the ticket in her pocket, and then moved her chair forward, blocking most of the female reporter's body.

"Then come back quickly!"

"Yeah, yeah, you're the best, Maggie~ mua~"

After giving her friend a sincere air kiss, the female reporter who had found a shield leaned back slightly, using her colleague's body to block other people's sight, and then secretly stretched out her feet in calfskin boots and lightly hooked open the half-closed back door of the conference room.

"Squeak~"

With a slight sound of the old door hinge, the female reporter who was sitting upright at the table just now shook slightly, and slipped out of the conference room silently, and no one noticed her departure.

...

Has she left?

After getting out of the conference room and rushing to the door of the newspaper office, the female reporter could not help but frown slightly, feeling the disappearing fluctuations, and then asked someone:

"Didn't you just tell me that you detected another part of your information? Where did it go?"

No one answered for a long time.

When the female reporter's patience was about to be exhausted, a voice that seemed to have not woken up finally sounded slowly.

'Gone. '

Nonsense! I came here to look for him but didn't see him. Of course he ran away! The question is where did he run!

The female reporter, whose face was a little dark, snorted and asked unhappily:

"Direction! Location! Features! Hurry up! Tell me what you have! Don't keep asking me! Where did the other seventh of you go!"

'...'

"..."

'I don't know. '

"..."

This lazy demon who deserves a thousand knives!

After spending a precious autograph ticket to run out, she only found nothing at the door. The female reporter could not help but stamp her feet in anger, but she really couldn't do anything about the demon parts that were too lazy to speak, so she had to grit her teeth and walk back to the newspaper building.

Disgusting demon! If I pay attention to you again, I'm a pig!

'That's right. '

Just as the female reporter was secretly angry, a furry invisible sheep tail floating behind her butt slowly opened its mouth:

‘There are people from the Cleanup Bureau waiting in your office. ’

? ! ! !

Hearing the reminder from the sheep's tail, the female reporter raised her eyebrows slightly, then ignored the oath she just made and said with vigilant eyes:

"Who is waiting? How many people? Are they coming to arrest me or something?"

‘…’

"Please speak!!!"

‘Male, one, you fan. ’

"ah???"

…

"This is Mr. Lyon, who has collected the double-issue seals for three years and obtained the pass of our newspaper."

After introducing Leon's identity, the smiling usher raised his hand to guide the female reporter wearing a wool hat, and said with a smile:

"This is reporter Nicole from the News Department. In the six years since she joined the News Department, she has written more than 400 pieces of popular news and more than 120 in-depth reports. She is very popular among readers of our Sun newspaper.

Whether it is a popular publication or a quality publication, reporter Nicole's reports have a large number of loyal readers, but readers like you who subscribe to a double-page newspaper and subscribe for three consecutive years are rare... Let's talk , I won’t bother you. "

After a clear-cut introduction, which helped both parties raise their "status," the facilitator did not stay any longer, but directly stood up and exited the office.

After the usher left, the two people who had guessed about their respective identities were silent for a while, and then the female reporter took the lead and said:

"Mr. Lyon, you..."

"I came here this time to ask you a few questions."

As Leon spoke, he took out the prepared newspapers from the shopping bag and placed them on the table one by one.

"Char's department store sale, a man was thrown into the hospital with a "heavy sum of money""

"Shock! The Lane family was brutally massacred last night, and the murderer turned out to be this person"

"The Duke Can't Fuck Cabbage?" A comprehensive inventory of the Ryan family crisis! 》

"Slapping the prince in public, the new Duke of the Lane family is suspected of being manic!" 》

"Is beauty greater than power? Duke Lionheart is suspected of marrying into the royal family! 》

"..."

"I just wanted to ask you."

After reaching out and poking at the newspaper on the table, Leon asked with dissatisfaction while observing the other party's expression:

"You have written about me eight times in more than a month, and none of what you have written is good. What is my grudge against you? Do you have to keep an eye on me when you are looking for material for a report?"