Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1168 Peeping and... Orchids?
"How about it?"

Watching Leon and Frederica walk side-by-side into the Taurus constellation, the Taurus director couldn't help but ask expectantly:
"Has Miss Frederica's injury improved? Have you found any hope?"

What a joke...

Looking at the hopeful expression on the Taurus director's face, and recalling what had happened in the past few days, Lyon couldn't help but twitch his cheeks, and then shook his head at her.

I showed her everything that might hold promise, but it all backfired completely. You two came up with such a terrible idea!
It felt like standing on a bridge in a suicide hotspot with ridiculous signs like "Think of your family" and "Does anyone still love you?" Frederica, whose hope had already been eroded, felt increasingly distressed as she looked at them, and at one point even broke down in tears in the street. The scene was incredibly awkward...

"Okay……"

"?"

Under Lyon's somewhat surprised gaze, Frederica, whose eyes were slightly dark and bloodshot, probably having barely slept all night, actually nodded to the Taurus director and returned a reserved smile.

"Although Mr. Lyon failed to satisfy me, it was not his fault, but rather because I was too scheming. He actually tried his best."

"???"

"Um... she probably meant 'a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea,' meaning that I failed because her thoughts were too hard to guess."

After translating Frederica's idiom for the bewildered Taurus director, Leon explained with a helpless expression:
"I've been to every place I can think of these past two days, but it still hasn't worked. Her condition hasn't worsened, but it hasn't improved either. It's like I've wasted two days of effort!"

"No, no, no! That's not it!"

Upon hearing Leon's assessment that her efforts were "useless," Frederica's expression became slightly anxious, and she quickly added:
"Although Mr. Lyon couldn't fulfill my hopes, he showed me many wonderful and meaningful things. He even took me to his old house, where we sat on the bed for a while and whispered many intimate words that only he knew. And I didn't come away empty-handed..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Faced with the increasingly strange gazes of the Taurus director and the Pisces bureau chief, a thoroughly embarrassed Leon hurriedly explained loudly:
"What she wanted to say wasn't sweet nothings, but rather 'private affairs' and 'secret words'!"
She interpreted "private affairs" as something only she knew, and "secret words" as things that were usually kept secret and rarely told to others, but that's not what she actually meant!
And I'll take her to see my old place. It was Chief Olivia's suggestion. After leaving the Virgin Precinct, we took a stroll around Veterans Lane, but only stayed inside for a few minutes before leaving. I can't very well... cough... or should we get down to business first?"

"also……"

Morally speaking, Lyon doesn't seem like that kind of person, and physically, he doesn't seem like... that kind of person either. After glancing at Frederica, who looked puzzled but didn't refute him, the Taurus director changed the subject, speaking in a gentle voice:

"Miss Frederica, before you officially set off, we would like you to use [Dream Butterfly] one more time, so we can take a quick look at your mental state and determine whether you are capable of undertaking this mission. Is that alright?"

"Ok!"

Upon hearing this, Frederica's expression turned serious. She then took the "Dream Butterfly" from Director Taurus with both hands, held it to her forehead, and carefully pressed it lightly against her brow.

Upon touching her brow, the Dream Butterfly, its wings seemingly woven from moonlight and mist, slowly and gently fluttered. Amidst the light and distant sound of its wings, it drifted and floated into her brow, transforming into a butterfly pattern as deep blue as midnight.

"She has already entered the dream on her own." After reaching out to support the young woman who was about to collapse, the Taurus director examined the butterfly pattern between her eyebrows and nodded in satisfaction. He then turned his head to look at Leon:
"are you ready?"

"Ah."

Nodding to the Taurus director, Lyon stepped forward with a serious expression, took the sleeping young woman from her arms, closed his eyes, and pressed his forehead against her brow.

"Swish"

The sound of butterfly wings fluttering rang out again, and the moment it approached Frederica's brow, another butterfly pattern of the exact same shape appeared on Leon's forehead.

However, although the two marks are the same in shape, their colors are quite different. The color of the mark between Leon's eyebrows is not the dark blue of midnight, but the bright light gold of dawn, with a faint reddish hue spreading around the edge, as dazzling as clouds kissed by the morning glow.

“Leon, Medea has already tried to influence Miss Frederica’s will during the previous treatment. Now, her first dream must be related to her origins. You should take this opportunity to carefully examine her origins.”

Seeing that Lyon hesitated for a moment before pressing his forehead against the object, the Taurus director earnestly advised:

“You may think we’re making a mountain out of a molehill, but you are now the hope of the Cleanup Bureau and even all of humanity. We have to be careful and make sure we’re fully sure about Miss Frederica’s condition.”

After all, although the information she provided was accurate and even mentioned some of Director Armando's peculiar habits, there was no other evidence to corroborate it; it was all just her word.

This also means that all the information we currently have about the Old Land comes from her account, without much verification. Sending you two to the Old Land like this is practically risking your lives, so..."

"I understand."

After interrupting the Taurus director, Lyon took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the metal.

"If she's not happy with our scheme, we can apologize after she wakes up, but this is something we really can't leave unsaid... Hmm... it even smells like orchids, not bad..."

"?"

what?
After helping Leon, who had also fallen asleep due to his temporary use of the "Dream Butterfly" to intervene in the dream, the Taurus director, who was half-awake and half-asleep, was slightly taken aback and then looked at the Pisces director beside him with a puzzled expression.

"Did you hear what Lyon said at the end? What flower?"

"orchid."

After glancing at Leon, who was half-lying on Frederica's shoulder with his nose pressed against her fair neck, the Pisces Chief, who had smelled this scent before, helped them to the large bed prepared nearby while replying with a smile:

"The director's last words were that Miss Frederica's body scent was orchid-like, and that it smelled quite nice; he liked it very much."

(End of this chapter)