Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 54, Section 11: Bitter and Sour

—Greece Downtown, Department of Homeland Security—

The next day.

It was a sunny day, and the milkman, riding his bicycle, was all smiles as he delivered milk. People were already busy on the street.

He Ye walked down the street yawning, the epaulets on his police uniform gleaming in the sunlight—citizens turned their heads to look at the black-haired policeman as he passed by, probably because they had never seen such a young man whose temperament and appearance matched so well.

Ke Heye remained nonchalant. He glanced at his watch to make sure he wouldn't be late, and his mind began to wander.

Yesterday, I went to see some old friends on Northern Street. He Ye's heart, which should have been free of worries, was filled with something, like a sponge that absorbs water... Today is his second day at work. The day of training is not counted in the work schedule, and his work in the intelligence department will continue for several more days.

In fact, such days will pass in the blink of an eye.

As his thoughts drifted, He Ye passed by the fruit shop from yesterday afternoon. He saw the woman leisurely lying on a chair, basking in the sun, and couldn't help but stop.

Yesterday, on his way home, He Ye bought some red pears again, thinking that after being burned by unripe fruit, he would be able to buy delicious and juicy fruit this time. However, when he took a bite on the way home, the pears were still so sour that they made his eyes squint – he even suspected that the old woman was deliberately trying to cheat him.

Having fallen into the same trap twice, especially since the second time was a major pitfall recommended by her, there's no reason not to seek justice.

So He Ye decided to turn around and walk into the fruit shop.

"Hello ma'am, do you remember me?" He Ye said politely before getting into a confrontational tone.

Feeling a shadow blocking the sunlight, the old woman squinted and looked up: "Who are you?..."

“A customer came to buy fruit twice yesterday,” He Ye paused and sighed. “You even recommended that I buy red pears, but they were still very sour and not sweet at all.”

The old woman sat up, hesitated for a moment, and then shook her head sincerely:
"...I'm so sorry."

After she finished speaking, she walked to the fruit basket, picked up a bright red fruit that was round and shiny, and asked, "Is this it?"

"Yes, five crowns an ounce."

He Ye even remembered the price clearly, after all, it was the second time he'd been fooled. He wasn't really there to cause trouble, he just wanted to know if the woman was deliberately fooling her customers or if it was all a misunderstanding on his part.

After briefly confirming the types of fruit she wanted to buy, the old woman picked up a hawthorn berry, took a bite, savored it for a moment, swallowed the flesh, and slowly answered:
"It's not sour, sir... Of course, it could also be that I'm too old and my tongue can't taste much anymore."

He Ye saw that her expression remained unchanged, unlike her feigned demeanor, and thought that she was probably just unlucky to have picked a few sour ones... Well, maybe these red berries are really sweet.

Oh well, I guess I'll just not come next time.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, it seems I misunderstood."

After finishing her sentence, He Ye prepared to leave, leaving behind her departing figure. This was just a small episode in her morning life.

But then, the other party stopped him from leaving.

"Sir, would you like to try some more? These two fruits are a gift for you." The old woman offered two more red fruits in her rough hands.

He Ye turned around, feeling a bit awkward. He first explained that he wouldn't make things difficult for the fruit shop because of this, but the old woman still insisted on delivering it—He Ye couldn't refuse and had to accept it.

Perhaps it was inappropriate for them to come and question me while wearing a police uniform.

"Thank you." He Ye had no choice but to accept it.

"You can try it," the old woman said hesitantly.

He Ye then realized her intention. It seemed that her earlier hesitation and shaking of her head might not have been because she hadn't remembered whether He Ye had actually come to buy fruit.

He Ye had no choice but to slowly take a bite.

The taste was exactly the same as yesterday—sour and astringent.

But he maintained his smile: "It's very sweet."

The old woman breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."

So He Ye left the fruit shop with two free red pears. Walking down the street, he felt a mix of emotions, looking at the sour fruit he'd just bitten into. He didn't really want to eat any more, because it was so incredibly sour…

However, the old woman was not lying.

He barely managed to finish the red fruit in his hand on the way home, and put the other one in his pocket to take home. He planned to leave it for two days before eating it, hoping it would become sweeter.

Time: 8:47.

He Ye arrived in front of the spy department's building.

Sunlight streamed onto the police car roofs and fluttering flags, and white lines marked the running track beneath the green leaves. Police officers strolled by with relaxed expressions, as if every day was peaceful and stable. Even He Ye could easily blend into the scene.

Walking in the corridor between buildings.

The itinerary was the same as yesterday: first, go to the police station to report to Lorris, then check the remaining area of ​​Macon Street from yesterday. I figured I'd be thirsty by the end.

With that thought in mind, He Ye pushed open the door to the police officer's office.

then……

The scene that came into view left him somewhat bewildered.

In the bustling office, the intelligence officers were either engrossed in processing documents or discussing matters intently, all seemingly oblivious to the presence of a certain person—even the hook-nosed sergeant who had been holding the newspaper upside down yesterday—

He kept pursing his lips, not daring to let his eyes wander.

In the noisy office,
Only Rayleigh was different.

He was painstakingly massaging someone's legs.

Rayleigh squatted down next to Sergeant Loris, looking utterly hopeless as he massaged her legs, his fists clenched and tapping gently, like an old servant diligently attending to his grandfather.

Logically speaking, such a scene should be enough to make people frown and wonder what kind of strange corporal punishment this is.

The officers in the office all seemed indifferent, except for a few officers in the same group whose expressions changed slightly, but they still didn't say anything.

after all--

Rayleigh was massaging Loris's legs.

She had her left leg crossed over her right knee, her black trench coat uniform looking very dignified. She was holding a report document in her hand, examining it, and her shoulder-length light golden hair was radiant.

He Ye felt confused. He went to Rayleigh's side, and the two looked at each other, as if they were communicating directly to each other's hearts, transcending language.

Then--

"What are you doing?"

Well, He Ye couldn't hold back any longer and asked out loud, but their eye contact had no effect.

Who the hell can tell what happened?
As soon as the words were spoken, the police officers who had been pretending not to see anything immediately perked up their ears, clearly curious about the origin of this scene.

Rayleigh glanced at He Ye, then sighed and said nothing more, as if he pitied his dull senses.

“You’ll understand,” he said.

"..." He Ye was baffled by this. Why was he pitying her? He could only turn around and greet Loris.

"Good day, sir. Auxiliary officer Leon Rossi reporting for duty." He Ye gave a casual salute and said, "Nice to meet you today as well."

Loris turned around at the sound, placed the report on the table, crossed her arms, and said thoughtfully, "Please take care of me."

He Ye sensed something was amiss, but remained composed and respectful:

"Speak your mind, sir."

Lolis coughed twice, then pretended to stretch her shoulders and pouted, "Ahhh~ my shoulders are a little sore."

Golden strands of hair slid down her shoulders.

Heye: "?"

“If your shoulders are sore, it’s probably because you’ve been working too hard lately. I suggest you take a day off today and don’t have to go to work,” He Ye suggested.

Loris stopped what she was doing, turned her head to look, her eyes filled with anger, and was about to explode when Rayleigh, who was next to her, quickly stood up and stood between the two of them with a fake laugh.

"You're such an idiot! The officer said her shoulders were sore, so you just massaged them for her, hahaha!"

As Rayleigh chuckled, he quickly pushed He Ye aside and whispered something rapidly in his ear:
"Damn it, don't be impulsive! Have you forgotten what you did yesterday?! I saw Commander Loris buy a huge bag of green fruit this morning! She'll definitely get her revenge!"

Rayleigh's words made He Ye, who had been frowning, recall what happened yesterday afternoon—the sour green fruit incident—and he suddenly realized, "Oh my god, it turns out that Lolis's previous words and pretentiousness were all just her way of giving an apology."

But isn't that a bit too petty?
Is it really that she made such a big fuss just because the green fruit was sour?
"Don't just stand there, hurry up and press the button! She's hiding that bag of green plums under her desk! She might just stuff them into your mouth one by one and make you sour!"

Rayleigh's anxious words startled He Ye awake once more.

Okay, okay, he did act unkindly, and it's understandable that he angered people... Maybe for now, I can only go along with Loris's wishes and ask her to forgive me.

He Ye really, really didn't want to be in the same group with her for the investigation today—but if she didn't calm her down, they would definitely end up together again.

Soon after, the two whispered among themselves.

Rayleigh, already meek and submissive like an old servant, turned and squatted down beside him again, tapping his leg and asking obsequiously:
"Sir, is this pressure okay?"

He Ye changed his attitude. He came up behind her with a look of utter despair, grabbed her delicate shoulders with both hands, and began to massage. Good heavens, I never thought I would have the chance to become a massage therapist in this lifetime.

"Well……"

When Lolis saw that He Ye had also begun to 'atone for his sins,' she silently put aside her original intention to question him.

After all, that was her goal.

Yesterday, two auxiliary police officers dared to deliberately sabotage me. If I don't punish them, I'll lose all face.

in particular--

"Does the force feel okay?" He Ye asked in a voice as emotionless as a dead man.

Loris hummed: "Harder."

"Yes, yes." He Ye verbally agreed, but put no effort into it.

The male officers nearby, seeing this, assumed they would learn the details of this strange spectacle, or perhaps witness Loris arguing with one of her auxiliary officers.
Unexpectedly, the two auxiliary police officers performed Peking Opera face-changing and started working as massage therapists, working incredibly hard without complaint.

Some police officers couldn't help but sigh.

They felt sorry for the newcomer being treated like this by Lolis, especially since he had eaten her fruit the day before and was grateful for her kindness, so they... felt sorry for him in their hearts.

And such strange scenes exist 'normally' in police officers' offices.

Until several tens of seconds later.

Loris's expression turned a little strange, slightly flushed and unnatural.

The reason was that He Ye was massaging her shoulders—although he didn't think it was anything sensitive—but inevitably, during the massage, he touched the soft white camisole.

There's no need to delve into its origins; He Ye isn't interested in fabric that holds an A-cup bra.

He was more curious about what brand of shampoo she used. Standing behind Lolis, he could smell the fresh fragrance of her hair and notice how smooth it was.

"Enough, enough."

After a while, Loris suddenly spoke up.

Her cheeks flushed as she pulled away from He Ye's fingers on her shoulder, and Rayleigh, who was tapping her leg, was also relieved. He scrambled to his feet and stood up.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Loris looked at her with shame and indignation.

He Ye spread his hands innocently and said, "What are you referring to?"

Loris suppressed her anger, not wanting to express it here, especially with so many people around. She took a deep breath and asked Rayleigh to leave first.

"you can go now."

"Yes!"

Rayleigh saluted excitedly, after all, he had been serving here in fear for more than ten minutes, and was finally able to escape his misery.

"Then I'll go outside with him to wipe the police cars too." Seeing this, He Ye turned around and prepared to slip away.

Kloris didn't let him slip away, gesturing for him to stay.

"stop."

The voice, uttering each word slowly and deliberately, held me back.

So only Rayleigh left, cheering. He Ye turned around with a blank face, and after a brief exchange with Loris, reluctantly took his place.

Specifically, she sat next to Loris and quietly massaged her legs. Originally, it was supposed to be a leg-pounding massage, but Rayleigh had already done enough, so now she only needed to knead with her fingers. He Ye wasn't really willing, after all, to be treated like this, but she had no choice; it was all to atone for her sins and appease Loris's anger.

So he could only reluctantly start massaging his legs.

That is: slide your fingers over the soft flesh of Lolis's calves, then knead heavily up to her ankles, and then move upwards to knead the fleshier areas around her thighs, massaging her young and well-trained legs.

He Ye was really unwilling.

Loris's expression was a little subtle. She glanced at He Ye and saw that he was very sensible and not deliberately trying to take advantage of her, so she patiently continued reading the report.

Without a doubt, barring any unforeseen circumstances, this torture will continue until 9 o'clock when He Ye is supposed to be on duty, at which point he will be freed.

Fortunately, someone walked in at that moment.

Officer Rory rescued He Ye.

When he pushed open the door and walked in, he saw a scene almost identical to that of He Ye: the people around him were indifferent to the 'atrocity', while He Ye sat cross-legged on the ground, rubbing his legs with a look of despair, and Loris's face was slightly flushed as she pretended to be reading a report.

This……

What a strange scene!

Fortunately, in the end, Rory noticed He Ye's predicament. This young auxiliary police officer, who had only been on duty for two days, was already trying to cast a pleading look at him.

"Help me!" He Ye blinked frantically.

Rory had no choice but to swallow his greeting and instead send Lolis away to help the pitiful-looking He Ye out of her predicament.

She tapped her fingers on the office door, and at that moment almost half of the officers looked up, including Loris, whose expression was subtle.

Then Officer Rory said seriously:
"Um, Commander Loris, would you mind coming out for a moment? I have something I'd like to report to you."

"..." Loris took a deep breath after hearing this, "I'll be right there."

Then she snorted and looked down at He Ye beside her—who had stopped the moment Luo Li spoke, trusting that this good police officer would rescue him.

“Don’t play pranks on me again next time…” Loris took a deep breath to maintain her composure and said, “I am your superior, even if it’s only for a few days, you should still show me basic respect.”

"Yes, yes," He Ye recited expressionlessly.

"..." Loris snorted coldly and turned to walk out.

Finally, as she left the office, the surrounding officers seemed to be relieved from the tense atmosphere, and some began to whisper and discuss among themselves.

At the same time, several kind-hearted police officers came over to lend a hand, even though He Ye didn't remember their faces.

"you are welcome."

He Ye stood up, and the surrounding police officers sighed with concern for the newcomer, not just because of the bag of fruit, but more so because of the hard work he had done under Loris.

And the hook-nosed sergeant, Draco shook his head and sighed, asking:
"You're really pitiful. What happened? Why would she treat an innocent newcomer like you like this?"

Upon hearing this, He Ye decided two weeks later not to clarify the matter, since he was in the wrong.

Besides, Loris is right outside. Who knows, she might come in and see me badmouthing her again, which would be troublesome.

"It's nothing, I just made a mistake while on duty yesterday, the problem lies with me," He Ye said briefly, trying to brush it off.

This answer also relieved some of the police officers, since there was a reason for the incident and it was related to their work, so being stricter might be understandable.

Of course, most people stood by the newcomer and comforted him. They told him about Lolis's bad deeds, such as being a workaholic and having a terrible attitude, which He Ye had already experienced firsthand.

"Speaking of which, newcomer, you treated me to green fruit yesterday, hahaha, it tasted really good. Here, this is a small return gift from me, nothing special."

At this moment, a male police officer offered He Ye some words of encouragement, patting him on the shoulder.

It seems there are some good people here.

He Ye had no choice but to accept, thanking him for his generosity before looking at what was in his hand...

Red pear fruit?
yeah?
"This isn't sour, is it?" He Ye asked.

The male police officer who returned the gift smiled and joked:

"Of course it's not sour. It's famously sweet. Unless you buy it from Grandma Ziman, who can't taste the flavor of fruit anymore, she'll only sell sour fruit. Those unsavory farmers always go to her."

He Ye was silent for a moment before realizing who Grandma Ziman was referring to—he didn't say much but thanked her again, and the male police officer later shared his gratitude with the others in the office.

Soon, almost everyone had one on their table, even He Ye, a newcomer who had only been there for two days.

Only Loris's desk was empty.

Uh... is this considered workplace isolation?
Seeing this, He Ye looked at the red pear in his hand, thought for a while, and finally sighed.

He Ye placed it on Lolis's desk so it wouldn't look so lonely.

This can be considered a settlement to the previous grudges—after all, I treated her to something sour, and this one is supposedly very sweet? Hopefully, it can all be wiped clean.

Not long after He Ye put down the red pear, Lolis returned, her expression already serious as if she were in work mode.

When He Ye saw her coming, he took a half step back and stood beside his seat. As Lolis approached, she looked slightly puzzled by the red berries on her table.

"What are you trying to do? Are you trying to get revenge on me again?"

She frowned and looked at He Ye.

It seems she misunderstood that He Ye gave it to her—although that's certainly a fair assessment.

He Ye pointed around and explained halfway:

“A male police officer was just sharing his good mood. This sweet fruit is what he puts on your desk when you're not around.”

After He Ye explained it this way, Loris looked at the other police officers around her and found that it was indeed the case. She sat down somewhat subtly and then asked, "Who is it?"
When He Ye pointed, the male police officer became restless, but Loris didn't do anything more, as if she silently remembered this kindness.

Then--

"Why are you standing there? Keep massaging my legs."

Lolis pulled out a drawer from her desk, rummaging through files, not forgetting to haughtily order He Ye around.

He Ye frowned, sensing his displeasure.

"No, shouldn't it end at this point, with each side giving the other a way out?"

Loris scoffed, "It's not nine o'clock yet."

Okay, okay, okay.

Waiting, waiting.

He Ye was also angry at Lolis's attitude. Even he would not back down again. The red pear that had shown goodwill earlier was better left to him—damn, what a waste!

Fortunately, not long after, Lolis found the documents and went out again, but she'll probably cause trouble for He Ye again when she comes back.

With mixed feelings, He Ye sighed. He crossed his arms and looked at the red fruit, thinking that he couldn't let other people's good intentions go to waste, and he had to protest against Loris's behavior.

Uh……

hiss……

It seems there's a way to vent one's anger while also accepting others' good intentions.

He Ye looked at the red pears in another bag, which contained sour pears that he had personally certified as such. Their appearance was not much different from the red pears in front of him, only differing in color depth.

He Ye believed that Loris wouldn't be able to tell.

He couldn't tell either unless the two fruits were placed together.

Without a doubt, He Ye put the policeman's sentiment into her pocket, placed the red pear from Grandma Ziman at the fruit shop on the table, and let out a long sigh of relief, clapping her hands.

comfortable.

After He Ye finished his replacement, Loris returned again.

This time, she actually brought Rory and Riley with her, clearly preparing to go out on duty.

yeah?
He Ye suddenly realized that there was no need for further revenge and that it was best to stop while he was ahead.

but--

"We're about to set off. That's all for today. You two, make sure you have your things ready."

Lorris picked up the police equipment on the table and reminded him, "Rory, watch your car keys."

“Yes, yes!” Reilly and Rory responded.

He Ye pursed her lips—

He wanted to reach out and take the 'deep-sea bomb' back.

It was already too late. Lolis noticed the red pears on the table. This was the first time that someone from another group had shown her any kindness, so she was somewhat bothered by it.

So she picked it up and held it in her hand.

Seeing this, He Ye could only helplessly hold his forehead, hoping that the other party would eat after work, so that no matter what, it would be tomorrow's pot, or after leaving the police station... he could still shift the responsibility to that male police officer.

Unfortunately……

At this moment, Rayleigh walked over to He Ye and nudged him with his shoulder, as if sympathizing with his morning's ordeal, which was truly hellish.

But soon, Rayleigh, who had gotten closer, sensed something was wrong. He noticed a change in He Ye's eyes.

He seemed unable to bear looking at a certain place.

Rayleigh followed the gaze and noticed that Loris had somehow produced a round and brightly colored red pear in her hand, which looked sweet and juicy.

But if that's really the case,

He Ye would never look at someone like that.

Clearly, Rayleigh realized something after a brief two seconds.

He looked at He Ye in shock and trembling, then at Lolis wiping the surface, hesitated for a moment, and finally gave a thumbs-up, exclaiming, "Wow, you really dare..."

He Ye had already subconsciously quickened his pace and passed the group. He knew that things would inevitably turn out that way, even though it was not what he wanted.

Well, how should I put it...

really……

"Wu ...

A moment later, someone squinted and gasped, looking at the red pear in Loris's hand with a puzzled expression.

Why is it so sour?
Lorice turned her wrinkled face away and looked at the male police officer who claimed to be "sharing goodwill."

The other person shook his head as if facing a formidable enemy, insisting he had never done such a thing, and tried to explain the whole story, pointing with his finger at the departing figure—

"It's him! It's him!"

As he spoke, the male police officer pointed to He Ye, a rookie officer who had slipped out of the office at some point.

Without a doubt, the truth has come out!
Loris reacted a few seconds later, her fingers tightening around the red fruit in her hand. Enraged, she glared at them and snapped, "What did I just say! You're looking down on me, aren't you!"

At that moment, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside the door, indicating a sudden and rapid escape.

as well as--

"Haha, hahahaha!"

A triumphant, heartfelt laugh!
The laughter is both cheeky and relatable.

A police auxiliary officer nearby was trying hard to suppress his laughter. Rayleigh witnessed Officer Loris running out without a care for her image, her cheeks flushed with anger as she recklessly charged through the corridor in an attempt to catch the prankster!
"Damn it! You're really dead!"

The officers in the office were mesmerized by the scene; it was the first time they had ever seen anyone manage to put Lorris in such a difficult position.

As for Rory, he couldn't help but touch his hair and lower his eyes.

Are these two people... good or bad friends?

　Works about tyrannical rule are worth checking out if you're interested, including "The Training of a Witch" and "The Corruption of an Angel."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)