Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 148, Section 22: The Second Departure
—Old Ivan's Office—

The brown wooden desk is covered with documents and handicrafts, while the cabinet next to it displays fine wines and cigar boxes. As the deputy director of the bureau, the room is naturally spacious, and even the ashtrays are cleaned by a dedicated person.

Old Ivan sat across from me and handed me a glass of wine.

"You're welcome."

The red wine swirls in the glass.

He Ye took the glass and sipped it. It tasted good. Old Ivan really does have good stuff.

"Why did you push this matter onto me without saying a word?" He Ye asked, putting down his wine glass. "You could have given me some information over the phone... I thought you were planning to send me out."

He was already getting ready to pack his suitcase, put on his trench coat, and get to work.

"Haha." Old Ivan slapped his thigh and laughed, "Wouldn't it be better to let you stay a little longer? I'm doing this for your own good. Anyway, what you said the other day... In short, there's no need to discuss things that have already been decided. Let's talk about something useful."

"for example?"

Old Ivan took a map from the drawer. It wasn't a map from a tourist guide, but a map of Parsenley specially drawn by the bureau, with the location of the training base marked on it.

“The new training base is in the woods to the south. It used to be one of the abandoned military bases.” Old Ivan tapped his fingers. “This time it’s being reused. The new training base is located in the far suburbs. It takes more than two hours to drive there and back. Take a look, so you can have a mental expectation.”

Looking at where Old Ivan was pointing, He Ye suddenly felt that she had agreed a little too soon.

It's 80 kilometers round trip.

Being an instructor at the training base might mean not being able to go home often, which made He Ye's decision a bit difficult. Although he wanted to find something to do, it didn't mean he didn't want to rest at all.

"Uh, what are your concerns?" Old Ivan frowned.

"Aren't the instructors allowed to leave the base?" He Ye asked.

"No, that won't happen. After all, the trainees you train are all thirteen or fourteen-year-old kids. Calling it a training base is more like teaching how to kill and how to hide. The purpose of this newly established training base is to train a large number of usable spies. Those who perform well will be sent to the old base in the east for further study, where the real military management is."

"I understand."

Hearing this, He Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

They continued drinking and chatting to pass the time. Old Ivan told them about the training base. He said that there should be no need to report to the training base in the next week because the headquarters was still selecting suitable instructors. Moreover, other support staff and principals also needed to be selected. At least a team of more than fifty people needed to be assembled.

Half an hour later.

He Ye has heard all the information about the training base. Although it is not a job that is not a nine-to-five job, at least she can go home to rest every other day, and she has even found out about the salary.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"Okay, do you want me to give you a ride?"

"Need not."

He Ye closed the door behind him, sighed softly, and left. Looking at both sides of the corridor, he decided to walk to the right, but this was not the way to leave; it was where the behavioral observation room was located.

He Ye had no intention of leaving; he just didn't want old Ivan to know where he was going, lest he be given special attention again.

The white room soon reappeared, but it was empty. The doctor on duty was looking through medical records and was a little surprised to see He Ye, because his face was unfamiliar.

However, upon seeing the identification badge on his right chest, the doctor withdrew his questioning gaze, stood up, and saluted.

"Good morning, sir. What can I do for you?"

"..." He Ye thought for a moment and asked, "Is Dr. Smith here? I want to ask about a friend of mine."

"Him? He's on vacation," the doctor replied truthfully. "The only person who's been here these past few days is Dr. Schwarzberg. He's been working on a young woman who's suffered psychological trauma and hasn't slept well for the past two or three days, haha."

Why does it sound like he's gloating a little?

He Ye roughly knew who the young woman was. Even at headquarters, Yugiri had certain confidentiality measures. Only the number and the consulting doctor were written on the medical records. Even ordinary on-call doctors could not know the whole story. At most, they had heard rumors and knew that she was a special person.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Uh... I'm sorry, but I prefer Dr. Smith. I really hate that arrogant old man." The doctor shook his head and said, like someone who dares to love and hate. "Besides, Dr. Smith is also my mentor."

"Okay, so how's the situation?" He Ye asked.

The doctor thought for a moment and opened the drawer. These records could be shown to the officer—they detailed the number of people entering the "behavioral observation room" each day and the duration of each visit.

As of this morning, the observation room was empty as no one had entered. Yesterday, two people used the behavioral observation room; the first used it for half an hour, and the second for ten minutes. He Ye identified the first person as Yugiri.

"The dark-haired lady's condition is much more stable than before," the doctor said casually, "but it's also getting worse. Dr. Schwarzberg is already considering whether to resort to a method that would cause her to lose face."

“Oh, I have to keep this a secret, because the doctor should be arriving soon.” The doctor glanced at the timetable.

He Ye stood to the side and decided to wait.

Before long, the 'overbearing old man' appeared here, followed by his assistant.

The on-duty doctor remained silent, looking at his book without changing his expression, as if he had never spoken ill of him. He Ye naturally wouldn't embarrass him, but since it was his first time meeting the old man, he felt a sense of déjà vu.

"And who is this?..." Dr. Schwarzberg looked at the doctor next to him, but failed to meet his gaze.

"Hello, I'm Sophia's teammate from a mission we went on together," He Ye introduced himself and extended his hand.

"..." Dr. Schwarzberg stroked his chin, looked He Ye up and down, and finally nodded. "What is it?"

"Well, I wanted to ask how she is doing. A few days ago, the organization said that she had suffered severe psychological trauma, so they placed her near me and asked me to take care of her daily life as much as possible. I saw that her condition improved a little in those few days, but then the organization came to take her away again, so I want to know how well she is recovering?"

He Ye was a little uneasy as he spoke of this. For those three days, he had truly been humble and obsequious, doing his best to meet all the demands.

When Yugiri left, she probably had no complaints. He Ye hoped that the organization could solve her psychological problems—after all, He Ye had not yet revealed the true nature of her feelings, and was just waiting for the organization's big hand to pull her out.

Otherwise, once it's made clear, there's no turning back.

Unless this is the only way to appease her.

Dr. Schwarzberg shook his head upon hearing this; his purpose in coming this morning was simply to organize some documents before heading home.

Because regardless of how well it has recovered, being better than yesterday is considered a victory.

This was his fifth day treating her psychological problems, and the assassin's issues were becoming increasingly severe.

There is no more difficult or complicated disease than this.

Fortunately, there was a clue to the problem, and Dr. Schwarzberg was preparing to implement the plan in this direction to see if he could send Yugiri back... Even if he couldn't figure anything out, at least if he did what Dr. Smith asked, it would help her recover a lot more.

"I'm sorry, we still haven't been able to resolve her psychological trauma." Dr. Schwarzberg looked at the young man in front of him, calmly assessing his overall appearance.

This was the first time he had met He Ye.

Thoughts raced through their minds, and after a brief exchange of glances, Dr. Schwarzberg spoke politely:
"However, are you her former teammate? Don't worry, at least we've confirmed that she's in a familiar environment since she came back this time, which has eased her stress a lot and given us some clues to solving the problem."

"Is this so..."

He Ye sighed, realizing that this time they hadn't solved the problem, but had only found a direction.

After exchanging a few words, He Ye was about to take his leave when Dr. Schwarzberg stopped him—he was just about to have someone send Xi Wu back to He Ye, since he had given up after several days of fruitless efforts. He Ye's arrival was just in time, saving him the trouble of having to send someone back again.

"Okay, I understand." He Ye did not object.

“Then I will have someone visit you again at a later time,” Dr. Schwarzberg indicated.

After finishing with Dr. Schwarzberg, his male assistant led He Ye into the recuperation room, took the elevator to the rooftop, where there was plenty of natural light, a spacious living room, a specially built indoor swimming pool, and a rooftop garden.

He Ye followed the male assistant to a door.

Knock on the door.

When they met again after many days, He Ye saw her sitting by the window in a daze. She was a simple-minded black-haired girl. This scene reminded He Ye of a few sentences he had memorized before: the emotions of simple people are like barometers. When they are happy, they will laugh without restraint. When they are wronged, they will unconsciously pout. Their thoughts are written all over their faces. They are not good at or able to hide their true feelings.

So before their eyes met, He Ye saw what looked like a melancholy princess locked atop a tower by an old witch in a fairy tale.

After making eye contact.

Like a clear spring, its bottom is crystal clear.

She truly fell in love with herself.

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(End of this chapter)