Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 13 Going to work
The so-called patrol team office is just a small wooden house that is slightly larger than the other houses.

If there wasn't a small wooden sign next to the wooden door, Eve would have thought she had taken the wrong path.

In the entire city-state, only Mikhail's Church is a little luxurious, of course, this luxury is only relative to other buildings in the city.

Eve stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and slowly reached out to push open the door in front of her.

"squeak-"

It is working hours now, and there are not many people in the house. Most of them are patrolling and helping in the city or annihilating the enemy outside the city. The only old man sitting behind the desk in the house should be a civil servant. The rest are three disabled people who are all busy writing.

A strange feeling flashed through Eve's heart, a mixture of bitterness and admiration. Those disabled people were all soldiers, very young. The youngest one looked about the same age as Eve. After losing their combat ability, they were sent back to the city for treatment. During this period, they did not have to work and could still receive allowances.

"Hello." Eve walked in and greeted the people inside.

"Good afternoon, Miss." The boy, who was about the same age as Eve, turned around, his eyes slightly widened, a flash of surprise flashed across his face, and then he returned to normal and asked openly, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I'm a new member of the team." Eve said with a smile.

"Are you here to get your uniform?" the boy asked, then pointed at the old man and said, "You have to report to Old Pete first."

Eve thanked him and walked towards the desk, carefully observing the room as she walked.

The room contained a desk, a chair, two square tables, and four benches. Behind the desk was a wall-mounted shelf, filled with papers, pens, and bits of flesh wrapped in cloth, with a hint of flesh visible. A clock hung on the wall, and next to it were several sheets of paper, densely written on and bearing traces of revisions. Unfortunately, she couldn't read, so she had no idea what was written.

An old man with bronze skin, a strong body and a kind face was sitting behind his desk, writing and drawing on a piece of paper.

"Hello," Eve walked up to Old Pete and said, "I'm Eve."

"Eve?" The old man's gaze shifted from the paper to Eve, then he lowered his head and opened the drawer of his desk. Inside was a thick stack of papers. Old Pete pulled out the top sheet, looked at it for a moment, frowned, and said, "Why didn't you come yesterday?"

"Uh..." Eve scratched her head and said embarrassedly, "Because I was delayed by class."

"Remember to ask for leave next time. Do you have classes this morning?"

"No," Eve shook her head sheepishly and whispered, "I overslept."

"Being late for no reason, cleaning the office for three days." Old Pete then asked, "How did you get that?"

"...Assassin's path." Eve took a quick look and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw no one around her react. She was really worried that someone would find out about her path and ask her if she was a man or a woman.

How should she answer this?
"Eve" is indeed a girl but "Zhou Mingzhen" has been a man for more than 20 years.

"Sequence number?" the old man asked.

"Sequence..." Eve thought for a moment and said, "Three."

The old man looked at Eve in surprise. Logically speaking, Sequence Three shouldn't have come to the city for the patrol team, so they would be sent directly to the army.

In fact, Sasriel's original idea was to send Eve to the army. In addition to safety, sending Eve to the army was the best choice in all other aspects. However, Mikhail chose to put Eve in the safest city patrol team, although it was only for one month, and set the condition for Eve to enter the army to be an angel.

This is one of the reasons why Sasriel told Eve that it was not a wise decision to treat Him as a fellow countryman.

He wouldn't subconsciously trust each other like Mikhail, Amanesis, and Eve, nor would he make irrational decisions based on so-called kinship. But he didn't say anything. After writing "Sequence Three" on a piece of paper, he picked up two sets of clothing from the rack behind him, handed them to Eve, and gave her a small wooden sign.

The wooden sign was engraved with "Member of the City Patrol Team".

Eve had seen this wooden sign before. There was one near her home, hung outside the house to make it easier for residents to seek help from the city patrol team.

When residents need help from the city patrol team, they can directly ask the city patrol team members for help without having to go to the service office.

The clothes in Eve's hands included a shirt, jacket, pants, and shoes. They felt very light in her hands. The fabric was a material Eve had never seen before. It felt silky and soft, definitely more comfortable than what Eve was wearing.

The girl pinched the corner of the clothes and pulled hard. Apart from some wrinkles, there was no damage. Although the assassin path was not a sequence that was good at strength, Eve, as a sequence three, was also very strong. It seemed that the clothes were made of extraordinary materials.

"The weapons won't be delivered until tomorrow," Old Pete said. "You haven't been assigned a job yet, so stay here for now. Of course, if you don't mind cleaning for three more days, you can go back."

"No, no, no." Eve shook her hand.

"Hmm." Old Pete pointed with his pen at the cleaning supplies leaning against the shelf and said, "Help yourself."

Eve walked over to the shelf, picked up a rag, and began to wipe the square table.

Eve had done housework at home in her previous life, so she was quite adept at it.

Eve would occasionally observe the people around her quietly while cleaning. She wanted to ask some specific questions about the place, such as the rules of rewards and punishments.

But everyone was busy with their own work, and she felt embarrassed to interrupt them.

Time passed minute by minute, and when the sun was about to set, Eve finally finished cleaning the whole house. She was so tired that she lay down on the table and couldn't get up.

"Three days' work was completed in one day." Old Pete looked at Eve approvingly.

"Then I only have two days left..." Eve looked at Old Pete with anticipation in her eyes.

"Just clean the outside." Old Pete put down the documents in his hand and stood up.

"Are you leaving?" Eve asked as she watched Old Pete stand up and walk out the door.

"Well," Old Pete nodded, "You can go too. It's time to get off work." Eve glanced at the clock. It was 7 o'clock. What a conscience. The girl jumped up happily, caught up with Old Pete and said, "Mr. Pete, can I ask you a question?"

Seeing Old Pete nod, Eve immediately asked happily, "What are the rules of our patrol team? What can we do, what can't we do, what will be punished, and what will be praised?"

Old Pete pointed to the paper on the wall and said, "It's all on the notices you asked about."

"I can't read." After being illiterate for so long, Eve can now say out loud that she can't read.

"See those papers on the table?"

"Ah."

"Copy it down and ask your teacher to teach you."

(End of this chapter)