"Can't I be a normal person?" Ed raised his eyebrows.
"Normal? Then I'm afraid you should go across the street."
He smiled wildly, and the cream and powder on his face fell all over the floor.
"Well, no matter what, you are still welcome to join us. I hope you can live longer and let everyone remember your code name."
The man grabbed Ed's hand, patted his shoulder, turned to Eaton and said:
"What's next, Detective?"
"I think we should ask other people's opinions and notify all team members to come to the conference room for a meeting."
Eaton still had that calm and peaceful demeanor. He pondered for a moment and then added:
"Ed, let's go too, and get to know everyone by the way."
"Um."
"Let's go, buddy." Bai Ya suddenly leaned over his over-painted face and said mysteriously, "Be careful not to be scared."
Scared? How scary can it be?
Ed didn't take this to heart. Since the subway massacre, I have seen ghouls, rats, werewolves, and evil spirits. Could an investigator from the Bureau of Investigation be more terrifying than these things?
The corridor was narrow and damp, and the wooden wall panels had begun to swell and deform. Judging from the layout of the bar and corridors in the lobby, it seems that this place was not specially built for agents.
"This used to be an inn?"
"That's right, until the city government built a mental hospital across the street. As for the reason why it was abandoned... there is a rumor that a madman escaped from across the street one day and claimed to be the deputy director of the Patent Office: Shop Everyone in there has a brain and infringes on his patent."
Bai Ya smiled grimly, and there was no need to continue the story at this point:
"Those of us are not afraid of bad luck anyway. There are very few people in the world who are more unlucky than investigators. If there is, it is the investigators of East Team."
"That's not the case...by the way, isn't the special operations team a battle order? Why is the official title of the members 'investigator'?"
"Who knows?" The other party shrugged, "Maybe it's Laria's tradition - we still call places that only accept aristocratic students 'public schools'. Well, there are three floors up from this staircase. If someone lives here, I’ll leave it to you, and I’ll inform the people on the other side.”
Seeing Ed nod in agreement, Bai Ya left him behind and went to the other side. Standing at the door of the first room, there was a note with the agent's code name on it——
'anvil'.
Well... how scary can it be?
With his toes tapping the ground, he rubbed his palms and cleared his throat, imagining that he was a salesman.
Dong-dong-dong, with three knocks, the door to the room opened with a bang. A strong man who was two meters tall stood at the door, looking down at him with an angry look.
"Hello, Mr. Anvil. Eaton and Bai Ya invite you to the conference room downstairs for a meeting." Ed was polite.
With long braided blond hair and beard, he looks like a typical Northerner. Although it looks a bit fierce, it doesn't seem that...
"Are you the new one?"
"Yes, I am studying the secret text of 'Puppet'. I don't have my own code name yet. If you want, you can call me -"
Suddenly, someone grabbed him by the collar and almost lifted him off the ground:
"You smell like a cat."
"Uh...what is this, some kind of confession?"
Ed smiled and raised his hands to his shoulders, indicating that he meant no harm.
He didn't want to fight with someone on his first day at work, let alone when he couldn't fight.
"I hate cats, especially black cats with three legs."
The other party ignored Ed's humor. He glanced at Ed's cane and threatened in a unique northern accent:
"There was such a cat in our hometown. Later I built it into the wall. You don't want to be like that, right? This is not the place for you. You can go back and forth wherever you come from."
Just as he was thinking about how to return this sentence, a flying knife flew between the bridges of their noses and pierced into the open door panel of the room. The handle was decorated with ivory and abalone shells.
"Want a fight, big guy? I'm always here to help."
A familiar cold voice came from the end of the stairs. Quinn's left eye was still bandaged, and only the lower half of her right eye was exposed.
But even so, Anvil's arrogance immediately subsided:
"Oh...Quinn, I didn't mean that-"
His hand loosened Ed's tie and hung dangling in front of his knees, looking like he wanted to defend himself. But Quinn ignored him:
"I asked you to go down for a meeting. You must be deaf."
She pulled out the butterfly-wing folding knife from the door, pushed the anvil with her other hand, and drove him downstairs. Then she turned to Ed and asked:
"Did Sissy call you here?"
The sissy was obviously talking about 'Bakuya'. Ed nodded, and Quinn sighed helplessly:
"It's really wicked. Just wait, there will always be someone to look at."
She turned around, kicked Anvil's door shut, and walked downstairs angrily.
Don't go, you can help me introduce him... Ed is a little on the verge of tears.
Of course, he also knew in his heart that relying on Quinn to support him would only make everyone look down on him even more.
I still have to visit the next few people in person.
Feeling anxious, he knocked on the door of the second agent's room. The front door is also marked with a code name——
'Sea Monster'.
There was a strong smell of fish coming from the crack in the door. Combined with the name sea monster, was he a fisherman or sailor?
"Is anyone here?" He decided to be more cautious this time.
"Please come in, the door is unlocked."
There was an almost grunting sound coming from the door, as if someone was talking to him underwater.
After getting the other party's permission, Ed gently pushed the door open. The scene in front of him shocked him——
There was no bed in the room, instead there was a huge tin bathtub.
At the bottom of the bathtub, there was a monster covered in scales floating on its body. Its eyeballs were bulging, and the gill sacs on its neck were opening and closing in the water. It can only be vaguely distinguished from the remaining appearance that this was once a human male.
