I! Cleaner!

Royal Mail: "The Marquis of Golden Cuckoo died, Queen Diane attended the memorial"

The Critic: "Assassination or conscience? The cause of death of the Marquis of Golden Cuckoo remains a mystery"

Daily News: "The Marquis of Golden Cuckoo drowned in the lake yesterday, and shouted I am guilty before jumping into the lake!"

The Alley: "Less than a week after falling for the prince, he suddenly died at home. Did the Marquis of Golden Cuckoo really commit suicide?"

The Sun: "Revenge of the vengeful spirit? The sentry of the Golden Cuckoo family: I was knocked unconscious by a wild cat that night!"

"..."

It's okay, the reaction is similar to what I expected before.

After picking out the "Sun" with a significantly different style, Lyon, who had "worked overtime" all night the day before yesterday and had a good sleep at home yesterday, pushed the door and entered his office in the Cleanup Bureau.

For some reason, he seemed to be in a very good mood. He made himself a cup of black tea very luxuriously, and then sipped it in small sips while flipping through the remaining newspapers.

The sudden death of Marquis Jinjuan, who had just been promoted to the position of Secretary of Economy and Taxation and whose status was second only to the Minister of Finance, at home was naturally not a trivial matter.

After all, although the Secretary of Economy and Taxation had the title of "Secretary", he had great power in his hands. He could not only participate in the formulation of economic policies, adjust and control commercial taxes, but also be responsible for supervising the normal operation of the market and serving as a foreign economic adviser.

This position, which does not sound very important, is already a second-level senior official in the five-level official system of the kingdom, namely, the ruling, administration, clerk, assistant, and general affairs, second only to the prime minister and ministers of various departments.

The strange drowning of such an important official directly caused a violent earthquake in the political circles of the capital.

Especially those who once supported the princess, but recently turned to Prince Joshua because of the operation of the queen and the minister of finance, were even more terrified, wondering if this tragedy was a "warning" from Princess Veronica. Even those who had nothing to do with it were also very curious about it.

The major newspapers, knowing what everyone wanted to see, naturally followed suit and launched an urgent special edition, reporting on the death of the Marquis of Jinjuan, and various statements were rampant for a while.

As the creator of this incident, in Lyon's view, except for the Sun, which tried its best to exaggerate the atmosphere of terror and wanted to write the incident as "The Revenge of the Ghost of the Treasure Flower", the reports of other newspapers were quite detailed.

In particular, the Royal Mail, which had the largest background, went directly to Cuiyu Manor and asked everyone who witnessed it that day, and described everything except its own existence very accurately.

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According to the Royal Mail, the Marquis of Jinjuan worked until late at night, and then took a nap on the table until dawn. The secretary did not dare to disturb him, and put a coat on him and went back to the ear room to rest.

But when it was more than ten o'clock in the morning, the anxious secretary could not help but wake him up when he found that the Marquis had not woken up yet, and his face was extremely pale, and he was still shaking slightly unconsciously.

After seeing the secretary's face, the awakened Marquis Jinjuan screamed in despair, pushed the secretary to the ground, and then ran along the corridor to the stairwell, then rolled down the stairs, shouting "I am guilty" while holding a big stone and throwing himself into the lake.

When he was fished out by someone, he seemed to be afraid that he would not die quickly enough. His mouth and nose were filled with water plants, and his body was tangled everywhere, but his expression was not very ferocious, and he even had a strange sense of relief.

"You are such a genius!"

After listening to Lyon finish reading the newspaper, the illiterate sheep head placed on the desk couldn't help but laugh happily:

"According to the calculation that he can run a lap in more than a minute, he slept for more than four hours after you left, waking up and falling asleep hundreds of times in the dream you created, and every time he woke up, he was chased to jump into the lake.

And you used the secretary's face. When he woke up, he saw the secretary approaching with a concerned look on his face. His first reaction must be to run quickly and then continue to jump into the lake.

After all, if he ran slowly, he would be dragged to Baohua Manor and be executed more than 900 times...Wahahaha! Art! You are simply the art of execution!"

After catching Lyon and praising him for a while, it seemed that he still felt that he didn't praise him enough. The black goat smacked his lips and said in amazement:

"You kid, you are really a born devil!

I didn't even touch him, just agreed at his door, and then knocked on the red fork, He had a nightmare all night, and then he jumped into the lake.

No matter how good the people in the Cleanup Bureau are, they can't find out what a dead person had dreamed. What's more, when he jumped into the lake, you had already gone home to sleep. That night, you even worked overtime in the bureau and wrote a lot of materials overnight. Who can find you?

Tsk tsk tsk, I really appreciate you more and more. It's a pity that you only killed him yesterday. If you could..."

"Okay, if you can't control your mouth, go back to the mirror world!"

After glaring at the chattering black goat, Leon said unhappily:

"Are you stupid to be an investigator of the Cleanup Bureau? I have done something similar at Ryan's house before. If it happens again, even the dumbest people will suspect me!"

"Okay, okay, shut up, can't we shut up?"

Seeing Leon raised his hand and pointed it at himself, fearing that he would go back to the mirror world to be a urinal for Xiaoha, the black goat quickly shut his mouth.

But it was hard to change its bad habits, and before long it could not help but continue to tempt:

"Let's just say that your new anomaly is really useful. It's not very useful against people with anomalies, but for ordinary people, it can be killed almost as long as there is a noise.

It just so happens that you have so many people you want to kill. Why don't we come to the Cleanup Bureau during the day to work for that red-haired woman, go out more at night, and do some work for ourselves... What do you think?"

"Not very good."

After carefully reading the newspapers and confirming that even if there are doubts, it is unlikely to be related to him, Leon responded expressionlessly:

"Let's not talk about whether this will be discovered by the Cleanup Bureau. With the current situation in the kingdom, even if I can kill a thousand villains, there will be the one thousand and first one. Killing blindly will not solve the problem.

If the situation this time is not really special, otherwise even if I know it, I will not do it directly, but try to catch his flaws and deal with him through the police department or the princess. It is not a good thing to be too used to solving things with force."

The black goat couldn't help but hear this. He was disappointed and said with a frown:

"Tsk... It's really not fun!"

After listening to the black goat's complaints, Leon couldn't help but sneer:

"Haha, if you are the abnormal object No. 001, then I will be very happy right now, kill all the bastards directly, and then let everyone follow my rules... But are you?"

"I... I still have great potential. As long as I find all the lost things, at least I am... Oh, right!"

After hesitating for a few times, the black goat seemed to remember something, and said with two goat eyes shining slightly:

"That female reporter from the Sun! My tail is still with her! You are so powerful now, let's go find her quickly! As long as we get our tail back..."

"Shh! Shut up!"

Hearing the familiar footsteps, Leon grabbed the black goat's mouth, and while pinching its nonsense back, he also used the black goat's soul vision to look at the familiar soul approaching outside the door.

"Knock, knock."

After knocking gently on the door, Emma bit her lip outside, trying to suppress the extremely complicated emotions in her heart, and said softly with a trembling voice:

"Leon... are you there? I want to talk to you."