In the conference room on the second floor, an older scholar who had done some research on bronzes was heartbroken over the broken bronze hilt.

"Do evil, do evil!"

The heartache in the scholar's eyes almost overflowed. His eyes drifted to the black-haired young man on the other side of the conference room. He couldn't say anything scolding, so he could only think about how to repair this ancient artifact.

Zhang Yeran: "Do you think you should explain something to me?"

He touched his head and felt that he was the only one who had been kept in the dark throughout the entire process.

Why is Bai Su not affected? Why is Bai Su sitting in this conference room...how many episodes has he missed?

Zhang Yeran was puzzled. Tang Nuo, who was typing away at a laptop, took the time to raise his head and asked, "You haven't checked your email recently?"

Zhang Yeran shook his head: "It was too troublesome to deal with that buyer. I kept busy for half a month and didn't read any urgent emails."

Tang Nuo calculated the time and it seemed that he had missed the entire journey.

At the suggestion of his colleagues, Zhang Yeran, who finally took off the bronze sword hilt, went to his mailbox and sorted out the accumulated emails.

Therefore, he also saw a notification email within his department. The sender was his superior, and it was about personnel changes.

"Huh?" The man made a surprised voice, "This kid??"

The email briefly mentioned the name and general abilities of the new recruits.

Tang Nuo pinched the bridge of his nose: "I asked you to send the bronze sword hilt back for a test... Now it turns out that the experiment was successful."

The original plan was for Zhang Yeran to send the bronze sword hilt to the underground floor, and then let Bai Su, who was temporarily brought here, go down to handle it.

Instead of what it is like now, Bai Su bumped into him on the first floor because he didn't notify him in time. The bronze sword hilt flew out of the box and fell into Bai Su's hand.

Although the results are consistent, the entire process of the latter must be written and checked... Tang Nuo, who was typing, sighed.

"So..." Zhang Yeran struggled to understand, "He was not affected and was not bewitched?"

Then the man patted the table: "Then why did he open the box? It scared me to death!"

"Uh..." Tang Nuo hesitated for a moment, then he flipped forward and flipped through the words he had just typed after asking, "I opened it to take a look because I was curious about what could fly?"

To put it simply, Bai Su didn't hear any sound and opened the box purely out of curiosity.

As for not communicating with Zhang Yeran, Bai Su replied that he was very excited when he saw someone, and would rush up to him if he disagreed with someone, and he was almost jumped on.

Zhang Yeran: "What about this broken hilt...?"

Tang Nuo: "It's just that my spirit is not affected. It seems that the impact on my strength is still there." So, I accidentally crushed it with force.

Is this really the case? Zhang Yeran thought suspiciously, why didn't so many people who were bewitched before crush the bronze sword hilt?

And pinching is also about the hilt, right? The lower half of the sword has such a short blade, why is it broken together?

Full of questions, humans cast suspicious eyes on the other corner of the conference room.

There are four corners in the conference room, with people sitting in three directions.

On one side is a scholar who is worried about the fragment of the bronze sword hilt, on the other side are two men exchanging information, and on the last side are the man and the woman you said I was studying.

"Here, the forum probably has these sections... If you want to see the tasks, you can use this app. Your account is this, and the default password is xxxxxx. Remember to change it later."

"Hmm."

"Then click on the application side and you will enter the to-be-processed list. The responsible colleague is on standby 24 hours a day. If it is fast, it will reply in five to ten minutes. If it is slow, it will take half an hour..."

"Oh."

"Also, this is the bureau's work manual. Can I send it to you with the personnel system and contact information? Considering that you don't have to clock in to work, you only need to read a small part."

The short-haired woman sat with the black-haired young man and explained some matters to him.

Until now, humans still have no sense of reality.

Is he going to have one more colleague?

Zhang Yeran looked dazed and felt something was wrong.

Human eyes passed over the slender fingers of the black-haired young man, then to the forearms that were not strong, and finally to the shoulders that were a little thin compared to the men who were exercising.

No matter how you look at it, you are not capable of committing violent acts.

And...there are no wounds.

The black-haired young man occasionally pinched the paper and the exposed palm was smooth and had no cuts. No matter how blunt the bronze sword blade was, it would be impossible not to cut his hand, right?

You can't just rely on two fingers... Human beings imagined such a scene and the intensity required, and shuddered unconsciously.

Bai Su, who was constantly being watched by humans, certainly noticed the glances from the side, but he didn't pay attention and listened to the human women chattering in his ears.

After listening for a while, Bai Su fiddled with the app interface on his hand.

After a while, he burped.

This sound was quite noticeable in the conference room where only short-haired women spoke.

Chen Zi: "What did you eat?"

Bai Su: "The cakes in the cafe and the matcha-flavored biscuits."

Does the cafe provide matcha biscuits? Tang Nuo thought about it for a moment, but he didn’t remember it.

Baisu burped again.

"Hiccup...what did you just say?" Bai Su covered his mouth, "If you ask about the reaction of the sword hilt, it kept making a buzzing sound and glowing red, and it ran away with great strength..."

Halfway through his words, Bai Su's cell phone rang.

He made a "wait" gesture, looked down, and saw the familiar caller ID - Xiao Jiang, a community worker.

I walked outside the door to answer the phone. The sound insulation effect of the conference room walls is good, but I can still hear a few things.

"Huh? They're still at the door... Don't worry... Someone is taking paint??... Whatever... I don't remember the name you mentioned at all... Let them stay, and help stop them if it's convenient... Wash the paint...

Trouble."

Even if some words are missing, the facts of Baisu's troubles can be pieced together.

So when Bai Su returned to the conference room, the atmosphere changed. He received a few looks, even from the sad scholar.

Baisu:?

Zhang Yeran, who had always been skeptical of him, came over and patted his shoulder twice. Of course, Bai Su dodged away, and the former didn't care either.

The human said euphemistically: "Hey, I heard your call. I didn't expect you to encounter such a thing... In our department, we can actually do something convenient."

Bai Su made a short nasal sound to express confusion.

What are humans talking about?

The human teaching continued, and the thick-set man whispered: "In order to ensure the mental health of the team members, unconventional means can be used under certain circumstances."

Zhang Yeran made a clenching gesture with his hand.

"Although you are not considered a formal employee of our bureau, we will work together in the future. In order to thank you for helping to deal with the bronze sword hilt and some minor misunderstandings I have about you, I will help you evict people and remove the paint on the door -

—"

Human beings speak in one breath without even a punctuation mark.

On the one hand, it was shocking to the human lung capacity, but on the other hand, Bai Su refused.

"No need, I think I can handle it."
Chapter completed!