I! Cleaner!

With the idea that he would work hard if he could survive, and that he could get a pension even if he couldn't survive, Leon walked into the eerie cleanup bureau that was like a haunted house, and followed the wrinkled guide signs in the corridor to find the big office at the end again. Knocked hard on the familiar door.

"Is anyone here? I'm here to apply!"

"Squeak."

Accompanied by the jerky sound of the metal door shaft turning, the dark door was pushed open from the inside. However, the person who came out was not the red-haired female interviewer, but...a man with two hind legs. Standing black goat?

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a demon?"

Seemingly offended by Lyon's shocked gaze, the black goat holding a cigarette skillfully blew out a smoke ring, then turned his mouth covered in suspicious foam and glared at Lyon fiercely:

"I'm really convinced. Did someone crush your balls? We magnified the evil thoughts in your heart seven times, and you can still hold back from stabbing that damn fat man?"

"???"

demon? Standing goat? Have you amplified my evil thoughts? So I wasn't out of control just now?

A series of big and small question marks rushed into Leon's head crazily, but before he could ask, a huge empty wine bottle swirled out of the door and hit the black goat with a bang. on the back of the head.

After receiving this critical blow, the arrogant black goat didn't even make a sound. He was hit so hard that he rolled his eyes. His short-haired body fell straight over and fell into Lyon with a plop. In arms.

"Zizzi!"

[Encountering an incomprehensible special existence, the heterochromatic badge "Materialist Soul (Red)" is activated, your cognitive boundaries are expanded, and you obtain part of the information about the existence]

Accompanied by the familiar harsh buzzing, the red strange badge flashed away, and a large number of strange words suddenly appeared in the void above the black goat's head.

[Name: Demonic Diagonal (Fall, Knowledge, Whispers)]

[Appearance: Two dark opposite corners with spiral patterns. After using the Welsh rock goat as a sacrifice and completing the erosion ritual correctly, the sacrifice will become a smoking-like, habitual walking upright on two hind legs. And calls himself the devil’s black goat]

[Ability: Amplification of evil thoughts, extensive knowledge, and occult knowledge]

[Price: A pack of "Gotte" brand cigarettes, or a sinful soul]

[File: Olivia, the head of the Sixth Branch of the Cleanup Bureau, captured and reported it during the Battle of Aslan, and then applied for its own use.

Please note that although the anomaly did not cause any homicide after it was claimed, it did have a large number of indirect injuries recorded. In the past five years, more than 40 employees of the Highway Department were injured and retired]

[Evaluation: It has the terrifying ability to easily start a war, but its body is very weak, no different from an ordinary goat, and it is very afraid of male humans from Wales]

[Dilution value: 0.1]

After miraculously memorizing all the contents in less than 0.01 seconds, Leon, who was holding the black goat, couldn't help but froze when he looked at the red badge that dimmed again on the virtual panel.

Evil thoughts amplified? Diffusion value?

Before Leon could digest this weird information, the red-haired female interviewer from yesterday walked out carrying an equally huge wine bottle.

"Why are you here again?"

After raising her neck and taking a sip of ale, looking at Lyon with bloodshot eyes in front of her, the red-haired female interviewer couldn't help but frowned and asked with an unfriendly expression:

"Didn't I tell you everything clearly? A normal person like you is not suitable to join the Cleanup Bureau at all. You should go..."

"Please wait!"

Seeing that the other party was trying to drive people away, Leon, who didn't want to let go of this last life-saving straw, quickly explained:

"I'm not normal! No! What I mean is that I actually have some special abilities that are beyond the scope of ordinary people. Maybe they are just what you need!"

Special abilities beyond the scope of ordinary people?

After hearing Leon's words, the red-haired woman couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly, and a look of disapproval flashed across her eyes. Then she crossed her arms in front of her chest and said noncommittally:

"Okay, then come and listen."

Let's talk about it... Since I'm going to join the pension here, I must show my worth first, but what about the "badge" thing?

After quickly taking stock of his own situation, Leon rolled his eyes slightly, decisively concealed the existence of the "badge", and then opened his mouth to explain:

"My powers of observation are very special! I can distinguish some special things. If I have direct contact, I can also get some relevant information immediately!"

How can it be……

When the red-haired woman heard this, she couldn't help but shake her head secretly in her heart.

Although it is true that many people are born with "abnormalities", this ability to forcibly obtain information is 99% of the most difficult "conceptual" abnormalities, and it can only take effect when one's own "personality" is more stable than the other person's.

So if he could really do it, his basic level would probably be frighteningly high. At the very least, he would have to be on the same level as an evil god from another plane. But would someone of that level come to our cleanup bureau to apply for a job?

However, although she did not believe what Lyon said, the red-haired woman did not directly refute it. Instead, she raised the tip of her chin towards the fainted black goat and said calmly:

"Well, it is a 'special thing', and you have been exposed to it. Now you can start talking about it and let me see what makes you special."

call……

After hearing the "test questions" given by the red-haired woman, Leon couldn't help but quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

What he feared most at the moment was that the other party would chase him away without giving him a chance. Now that he had the opportunity to show his ability, as long as there was no problem with the "badge", the job should be stable. After all, intelligence should be very valuable to any organization.

In addition, if this cleaning bureau attaches great importance to intelligence capabilities, then even if he is not reused, he should not be used as cannon fodder. Maybe he can get some special treatment and survive a few more rounds in the terrible death rate calculated on a monthly basis.

Although he was ready to exchange his life for a pension when he walked in here, who would want to die if he could live well?

...

Holding the hope that he might live a few more years, Leon calmed down and answered selectively:

"The true body of this sheep is actually the pair of goat horns on its head. Its ability is to amplify the evil thoughts in other people's hearts, and it has mastered a lot of mystical knowledge.

In addition, it likes "Gott" brand cigarettes and evil souls. It now belongs to a person named Olivia. In the past few years, it has caused a large number of officials in the Road Administration to be injured and retired. It is afraid of male humans from Welsh County..."

As Leon relayed the information obtained from the badge one by one, the red-haired woman's originally indifferent expression gradually became serious. In the end, she narrowed her eyes and began to look at the thin half-grown man in front of her repeatedly.

The ability to amplify evil thoughts and like Gott cigarettes are fine. These are not difficult to obtain; the stupid sheep caused the injuries of the employees of the Road Administration. It is also easy to say that you can find it as long as you read more newspapers; but the stupid sheep's true body is horns and its own name, which is not information that ordinary people can obtain.

Also, the stupid sheep is afraid of men from Welsh County, which is even the first time I have heard of it.

Then if what this guy said was true, his innate "abnormal" status must be frighteningly high. Even if it can't reach the level of the evil god of another plane, it must be higher than the big devil, stupid sheep...

When she thought of this, the red-haired woman drank the beer in her hand, then picked up the thick empty bottle and knocked the black goat's head heavily.

"Well... what I am doing... damn it! Ollie... bitch! You hit me with a bottle again!"

Under the stare of the red-haired woman, the black goat swallowed the half-spoken name, stretched out his hoof to protect his head, and complained angrily:

"I was a big devil after all! Can't you respect me a little bit?"

"Hehe, you don't deserve my respect for doing those lousy things."

Raising her head and shaking the empty bottle, after drinking the last bit of residual wine hanging on the bottle wall, the red-haired woman pointed at Lyon, who was full of anxiety, and squinted her eyes and said to the black goat:

"This young man from Wales County just gave me a bottle of good wine worth two silver wheels. From now on, you are his."

From Wales County? !

After hearing what the red-haired woman said, Black Goat couldn't help but tremble all over, and looked at Leon in shock and fear, then quickly realized that she was probably talking nonsense, so he immediately crossed his arms in front of his chest and snorted with contempt:

"Hehe, don't lie to me, there are still two months until the end of the year, and the headquarters will definitely send someone to conduct the year-end review. Even if it's you, you absolutely can't mess around at this time!"

"That's right, I lied to you."

The red-haired woman nodded, frankly acknowledging Black Goat's judgment, and then raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and asked with interest:

"But...you seem to be very afraid of men from Welsh County?"

Damn! How did she know? !

While the black goat was rolling his eyes and thinking about how to cover up his "weakness", the red-haired woman who had verified the authenticity of the information chuckled, turned around and stretched out her white right hand to Leon, smiling kindly:

"Very good, it seems that you are indeed the kind of person we need. From now on, you are a member of our Virgin Cleaning Bureau."

Huh... It's really not easy!

Hearing the news that he was hired, Leon, who was full of tension, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and the tense expression on his face also relaxed a little, but...

Wait? Something seems to be wrong?

After re-reading the red-haired woman's words, Leon couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock.

Say it again? What the hell is your bureau? ? ?