Odd Containment Specialist

Xia Shou walked into the office of the investigation department and saw Bai He sitting in a wheelchair, with a triangular bandage on his arm and the mask on his face changed back to the black mask he usually wears.

"Brother Bai, are you okay?" Xia Shou asked with concern.

Bai He waved his other intact hand: "I'm lucky. I didn't die, and even my broken hand was connected. I really have to thank them for sending my hand back.

Our mission this time is considered completed. Although there are many accidents, An Gangxiongwu should be dead, the Blood Mother Cult has also been destroyed, and the only one who ran away is the Life Artist.

But knowing his true identity is not a complete loss.

In short, the matter is over. There is nothing for us to do next, and it's time to go back."

After speaking, Bai He noticed the bandages on Xia Shou's body and frowned slightly: "By the way, how did you get so many injuries?"

"When I raided a certain stronghold alone, I encountered a little accident, but it was okay in the end." Xia Shou said the excuse he had prepared long ago.

Bai He nodded calmly: "By the way, I heard that Su Yue's family has been rescued. Remember to ask for Su Yue's autograph for me."

"Oh, no problem." Xia Shou agreed immediately.

Although he didn't understand the psychology of star chasers at all, it was a good deal to get on good terms with Brother Bai with just an autograph.

Even though Xia Shou was just a high school student, he knew the importance of interpersonal relationships in the workplace, especially when working under a devil boss like Shangguan Yan, he needed to get on good terms with other seniors.

As the saying goes, "If you take someone's hand, you will be grateful for his kindness." Brother Bai accepted the autograph card. If he asked him to help with overtime work in the future, he shouldn't be rejected.

"It hurts, it hurts..." Xia Shou suddenly heard a voice coming from the corner behind him.

He turned his head and looked at the corner of the office. There was no one there, but the groaning of pain continued to come from that direction.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

"Brother Bai, did you hear anything?" Xia Shou asked.

"Hmm? I didn't hear anything. What did you hear?" Bai He looked puzzled.

Xia Shou looked at Su Weiyu, who also shook her head blankly, indicating that she didn't hear anything.

Even Alice behind Xia Shou said, "Lord Xia Shou, I didn't hear anything either."

Xia Shou felt Alice's hands on his neck tighten slightly, as if reminding him not to continue.

Xia Shou was stunned, and then changed his words: "It seems that I heard it wrong. I thought someone outside called my name."

Bai He nodded, and changed the subject: "By the way, do you know that Edson is missing?"

"Minister Edson is missing?" Xia Shou frowned.

He thought of what Edson said to him when he last saw him.

At that time, Reed came to find Edson, and Edson disappeared as if he had disappeared in an instant.

Xia Shou felt something was wrong at the time, and sure enough, Edson was in trouble.

"Ederson suddenly disappeared in the Control Bureau. The surveillance showed that he was sitting in front of the computer in his office. He seemed to be in a very low mood. Then he went to the toilet and disappeared in a blind spot in the toilet without surveillance. He has not been found until now.

But a few hours ago, an ordinary person reported that a bald man suddenly appeared in his house, told him a lot of rumors like urban legends, and then walked into the toilet.

The reporter took the opportunity to call the police and kept guarding the door of the toilet. As a result, when the police arrived, the toilet was empty. Looking through the surveillance videos of the surrounding streets, no one was found to enter or leave his house, so the reporter was arrested.

But according to his description, the man who appeared in his house had a high degree of overlap with Ederson in appearance, and the urban legends he told him were all abnormal phenomena that were actually recorded in the files of the Control Bureau.

At present, many people in the research department believe that Ederson has become weird."

Baihe said lightly, a little melancholy, but unexpectedly calm.

After listening to this, Xia Shou felt depressed.

Although he had not had much contact with Edson, he had a good impression of the temporary minister. He was very serious and capable. He still remembered the expression on his face when he called him Mr. Trump Card when they first met.

How could a good person just disappear like that?

"There is no need to be sad. Maybe he just encountered some strange phenomenon and was involved in it. In a few years, he will return like Superman. There have been such examples.

This world is ridiculous. Even the dead may meet again one day, so we can be optimistic."

"...Brother Bai, you don't have to comfort people. I'm not that sad, but you make me even more depressed." Xia Shou said with his forehead in his hand.

Bai He frowned: "You... are more cold-blooded than I thought. In addition, I have booked a flight for tomorrow and will meet at the door on time at nine o'clock in the morning."

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[March 4, sunny]

[Just finished dinner with Xia Shou and finally returned to the hotel.

I haven't written a diary for several days, and I finally found some time today.

My parents and Xiaoyue were rescued and are safe and sound, all thanks to Xia Shou.

I feel very strange now, and I feel entangled when writing a diary. In the past, when no one could see me, I wrote whatever I thought of in my diary, but now that someone can see me, I start to think wildly.

I would think, what if Xia Shou suddenly found my diary one day and saw the contents inside? After all, there are many private things in my diary that are not good, and only I can know them.

So I understand the saying a little bit - "Who writes a diary when they are serious?"

If you write a diary not for others to see, it is of no use.

But if you write it for others to see, you will always want to beautify yourself.

I used to write my diary very purely, because I was sure that it would only be seen after I died, so I wrote whatever I thought of.

But now, it doesn't feel so pure, so I struggled for a long time before writing this diary.

In the end, I decided to write seriously and tell the truth.

Because if I was shy and made up some nice words to write in it, like a TV character setting, to create a false self-image, then when I die, my parents will not be able to understand my true thoughts when I was alive when they see these diaries.

If I have children in the future, they will not be able to empathize with the real me either.

I don’t really want to write something like [I like him so much]. (The text in the brackets has been severely altered and deleted)

[I like him a little]

[I admire him a little]

I don’t really want to write some real thoughts.

But if, in the future, my children see that their parents’ love stories are so hypocritical, they will look down on them.

Maybe my children will think: Mom doesn’t really like Dad, but because only Dad can see her, she has no choice.

I feel very upset when I think that they might think this way.

…

Actually, what I thought just now were all hypothetical. I may not necessarily marry Xia Shou, let alone have children.

Xia Shou also seems to only treat me as a friend. Now it may be just my wishful thinking.

Alas, my parents and Xiaoyue are fine, but I feel so uncomfortable today. I just searched online for "If a boy sees that you are not dressed properly, immediately looks away and hands you his coat, what does he think of you? 》

I read a lot of answers, all kinds of them, but netizens all said that if you like someone, even if the other person yawns, you will feel that he is giving you a hint, and if he glances at you casually, you will feel that he is peeking at you.

Netizens are indeed powerful and have normal interpersonal relationships. What they said is too real.

I also think that Xia Shou may like me, but I am not sure to what extent he likes me.

I should... I am pretty, right? But is it narcissistic? 】

Su Weiyu temporarily stopped writing and read what she wrote. In her mind, she imagined the scene where Xia Shou saw this page of the diary, confirmed her feelings, and then took the initiative to confess to her.

Although she knew that this was just illogical fantasy, she was completely addicted to it.

Looking at the diary, she imagined it for half an hour, and finally calmed down and tore off all the content she had just written.

Because it was still not pure.

She still did not record her true thoughts.

"How should I write a diary in the future?" Su Weiyu threw the diary to the bedside, turned over and looked at the ceiling light, her eyes wandering and her thoughts drifting away.