"Can't I be a normal person?" Ed raised his eyebrows.

"Normal people? I'm afraid you should go across the street."

He smiled unrestrainedly, and the silky cream and powder on his face fell all over the floor.

"Okay, no matter what, you are welcome to join. I hope you can live longer, so that everyone can remember your code name."

The man grabbed Ed's palm, patted his shoulder, turned his head and said to Eaton:

"What should I say next, Detective?"

"I think I still have to ask others for their opinions and notify all team members to come to the conference room for a meeting."

Eaton still had that calm and peaceful expression. He pondered for a moment and added:

"Ed, let's go with you, and get to know you all."

"Um."

"Then go, man." Shiraisha suddenly leaned over the overly embellished face and said mysteriously, "Be careful not to be scared."

Frightened? How terrible can it be?

Ed didn't take this to heart. Since the Metro Massacre, he has seen ghouls, rat groups, werewolfs, evil spirits, and investigators from the Divine Mechanism Bureau can be even more terrifying than these things?

The corridor is narrow and wet, and the wooden wall panels have begun to expand and deform. Judging from the bar and corridor layout of the hall, it seems that this place is not specially built for agents.

"Is this a hotel in the past?"

"Yes, until the city government built a mental hospital opposite. As for the reason for its desolation... There is a rumor that one day a madman escaped from the street and claimed that he was the deputy director of the Patent Office: everyone in the store had heads and infringed on his patent."

Shiraki smiled coldly, and there was no need to continue the story after this:

"We are not afraid of bad luck anyway. It is rare to say that people in the world are more unlucky than investigators. If there are, they are investigators from the East Team."

"It's not... By the way, isn't the Special Operations Squad a combat sequence? Why is the official title of the member 'Investigator'?"

"Who knows?" the other party shrugged, "Maybe it is Leriya's tradition - we also call a place that only accepts noble students 'public schools'. Well, from this staircase, there are people living in three floors, so I'll leave it to you here, and I'll inform the people on the other side."

Seeing Ed nodding in agreement, "Baiya" threw him off and went to the other side. Standing at the door of the first room, there was a note with the agent's code name posted on it-

'anvil'.

OK...how scary could it be?

He gently tapped the ground with his toes, rubbed his palms, cleared his throat, and imagined that he was a salesman.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdong, with three knocks on the door, the door of the room opened with a "bang". A strong man two meters tall stood at the door, looking down at him with a glaring glaring.

"Hello, Mr. Anvil, Eaton and Shiraya, please go to the conference room downstairs for a meeting." Edke was polite.

Long blonde hair, beard, and a typical northerner look. Although she looks a bit fierce, she doesn't seem to be that...

"You're 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, his collar was grabbed and his whole body was almost lifted from the ground:

"You smell like a cat."

"Uh...what is this? Is this a confession?"

Ed smiled and raised his hands next to his shoulders, indicating that he had no malice.

He didn't want to fight with people on the first day of work, let alone when he couldn't beat him.

"I hate cats, especially black cats with three feet."

The other party ignored Ed's humor. He glanced at Ed's cane and threatened with a unique, northern accented common phrase:

"There is such a cat in our hometown, and later I built it into the wall. You don't want to become that way, right? Well? This place is not suitable for you, and you go back and forth."

Just as he was thinking about how to return this sentence, a flying knife flew through the bridges of the two of them and stabbed into the door panel that was pushed open in the room, with ivory and abalone shells on the handle.

"Do you want to fight? Big guy? I can accompany you at any time."

A familiar cold voice came from the end of the stairs, with Quinn's left eye still bandaged, and only the lower half of her right eye was exposed.

But even so, the anvil's aura faded immediately:

"Oh...Quein, I don't mean that-"

His hand loosened Ed's bow tie and swayed in front of his knees, looking like he wanted to defend himself. But Quinn ignored him:

"You will not be deaf when you ask you to go down for a meeting."

She pulled the Butterfly Wing Blade out of the door, shoved the anvil with her other hand, drove him downstairs, and then turned to Ed and asked:

"Is it the sissy who asked you to come here?"

The sissy said obviously "White Arrow". Ed nodded, and saw Quinn sigh helplessly:

"It's really unethical. Wait, there's always something he sees."

She turned around and raised her feet, kicked the door of the anvil, and walked downstairs angrily.

Don't leave, please introduce it to me... Ed was a little crying and tears.

Of course, he also knew in his heart that if Quinn relied on him to support the situation, it would only make everyone look down on him even more.

For the next few people, they still have to visit them in person.

With a nervous mood, he knocked on the door of the second agent's room. The code name was also marked in front of the door-

‘Sea Monster’.

There is a strong fishy smell in the crack in the door. Combined with the name of the sea monster, is it a fisherman or a seafarer?

"Is anyone here?" This time he decided to be more cautious.

"Please come in, the door is not locked."

A nearly murmur sound came from the door, as if someone was talking to him under the water.

After getting the other party's permission, Ed gently pushed open the door. The scene in front of him was startled -

I saw that there was no bed in the room, and instead it was a huge tin bathtub.

At the bottom of the bathtub, a monster covered with scales floated, with raised eyes and gill sacs on the neck opening and closing in the water. It can only be vaguely identified by its remaining appearance that this was once a human male.
Chapter completed!