Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 94, Section 10. If this is a fanfiction series, then the female lead is already a designated loser.
After leaving the indoor training room.

The spy department building was still bustling with activity. Loris walked ahead, with He Ye following behind. Even though they had only been two minutes late coming out of the training room, they had already heard two versions of the rumors along the way.

Commissioner Lor suffered a humiliating defeat; Commissioner Lor won a humiliating victory.

Well, none of them sound very good.

And recalling what happened in the training room just now—

He Ye had already put away his nonchalant look. To be honest, the current specialists are getting more and more capable. They are half a level better than before. If they really fought, they would probably be 20/80 against him, who is lazy now.

It turns out that retiring was the right decision.

Once this month is over, he will be able to enjoy a wonderful life without any worries. Before that, this is the little time he has left to spend on this identity.

Then, Loris, who was walking ahead, stopped.

"Ahem, we've arrived."

Loris spoke seriously, then pushed open the door and entered; it was a library.

The room is similar to the style of a library in the building, with desks and rows of bookshelves. The most eye-catching feature is the rack of newspapers from different newspaper companies, which can be taken for free. Obviously, it is the most popular.

He Ye looked slightly surprised, but then followed her inside.

Although I don't understand why they came to a place like this, they must have a purpose. They couldn't have invited me here just so we could read books in the library together.
At this time, the library was very quiet; most of the police officers had already gone to work, and it was practically empty.

After finding a seat and sitting down.

Through the window, you can see police cars occasionally on the move, and flags fluttering in the wind in the square.

And a moment later—

The bookshelf touched by sunlight.

The metal pen and the thick black ink, along with a blank sheet of paper and a neatly written "Action Record" report—all of these were brought to him by Loris herself and placed in front of him.

Clearly, the purpose of coming here is not to close a case or review the past, but rather to fill in any gaps or omissions.

Loris sat down opposite He Ye, coughed twice, and said:
"You can write this based on my action report. Make sure there are no mistakes, and try to match all the details, including the time, location, and purpose..."

"...So my purpose in coming here is to copy your action report?" He Ye asked curiously.

Loris's face darkened: "It's all your fault..."

"What happened to me?"

“Unnecessary rumors spread at the ball that day.” Loris blushed. “Anyway, in order to dispel that negative news, I clarified to those people that I was just carrying out a mission from the intelligence department and had no other intentions.”

"?" He Ye was speechless for a moment.

Lorice's clarification means that their visit has been exposed, indicating that the intelligence officers were attending Sir Humphrey's party. This is not good news, and it was the last thing she wanted to be exposed... Could it be that she would rather ruin her future than be misunderstood by her family?

Well, it's not that I can't understand it.

However, He Ye clearly misunderstood, because Loris had not finished speaking.

"Although we've clarified and suppressed the rumors, the intelligence department still needs to supplement the evidence. So, we need to write down what we didn't write down that day... Well, our undisclosed secret investigation is about oil tycoon Elliott, who did indeed attend the banquet that day."

Lorice spoke seriously, and seemed very determined.

He Ye didn't speak, but just nodded, understanding that this was the so-called "subtle writing style." He looked at her report—the name on it was indeed Elliott Fran, an oil tycoon in his forties. A few days ago, he seemed to have caught wind of something and suddenly transferred his assets, planning to leave Greenley City alone by cruise ship.

Then he was arrested.

So that's what David was talking about—this man.

So this case is closed, and it's a case with a beginning and an end. The higher-ups won't care too much. The only one who needs to be informed is Officer Rory—but Lorris should be able to handle it.

"I understand."

He Ye picked up his pen and began writing the action report.

Choosing the library was indeed a good choice; no one would notice the two of them there, and even if someone did come and notice, it was perfectly normal to write in the library.

Only the two of them knew about this clandestine operation, and there would be no problem as long as the two operation reports matched.

As she was writing, Loris, who was sitting opposite her, suddenly spoke up and asked, her voice a little stiff:
"Hey, how have you been lately?"

It's a problem that's irrelevant to the present moment.

She must have been bored and wanted to chat. Lolis's main purpose in contacting him was still this action report—so He Ye answered casually as he wrote. This was the third time he had responded to this kind of question today.

"Oh, that's alright."

He Ye didn't look up; his fingers slid across the pages.

He couldn't see Loris's expression, so he couldn't perceive her intriguing stiffness—this awkward attempt to find topics clearly indicated that she had been instructed by someone skilled in the field.

"...How's it going in the Public Security Section?"

"Well, it went pretty well."

“Isabel, she…”

“Miss Isabel took good care of me.” He Ye wrote quickly, turned the page and then looked down to continue writing. “She is a good person and very kind. My colleagues welcomed me during my first week in the Public Security Department. I also solved two public security cases. How should I put it? She helped me find some fun and a sense of fulfillment in being a police officer.”

He Ye smiled unconsciously as she said this, while Loris, sitting opposite her, simply replied, "...Is that so? It's good that things are going smoothly."

"And you? How are you doing?"

As He Ye wrote, he asked questions casually to pass the time, and his handwriting on the paper was neat.

He glanced at Loris's action report, memorized the consistent time and location, then turned back to continue writing, his attention focused on looking up at her without a moment's distraction.

Lorice paused for a moment, then said, "It went very smoothly."

"As long as it goes smoothly, as long as it goes smoothly."

A moment of silence.

"Why didn't you go back to the intelligence department?..." Loris asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, the question made He Ye pause, his pen poised. He looked helpless as he thought of that guy Lawrence, who had told him to infiltrate the Public Security Bureau because there would be a big operation next month and he wanted to leak inside information to him.

As an outside officer, all he can reveal right now is that there is no information.

That's all there is to it for not returning to the intelligence department.

Moreover, after submitting the report, Isabelle did not mention whether she wanted to return to the intelligence department, so it was best to just accept it.

"Nothing much, being a police officer there is just like..."

It's just a task.

He Ye is only thinking about retiring now, at least until he has rested enough before considering making a comeback and shining brightly again—his life so far can be described as having burned out, and he deserves a rest.

Even if he doesn't dislike the life of a sheriff, wanting to rest and not disliking it are two different things. Just like no matter how enthusiastic a runner is, after a 50-kilometer marathon, all they want to do is stop.

"……Oh."

The conversation was unremarkable.

Two weeks had passed since they last met, and it seemed there wasn't much to talk about... No, to be more precise, there were too many things that weren't suitable to be discussed in their current roles. If, as he suggested, they had met at a coffee shop or in front of a fountain, things would definitely be very different now. He Ye had just finished writing and looked up.

This was a short time, yet it also felt like an eternity.

For Loris

She was just sitting in the library writing an action report, but now it seemed like a long time had passed. She sat there listlessly, her eyes lowered and her chin resting on her hand.

A sense of loneliness lingered in my heart.

“I’m done writing, Loris,” He Ye said, putting down his pen and handing over the still-wet paper.

Loris snapped out of her reverie, reached out and took the book from Momo, then nodded: "Yes, no problem."

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now." He Ye stood up, causing the chair legs behind him to creak softly. "I have an appointment with someone else at ten o'clock, so if I'm late, I'll be breaking my promise."

"..." Loris seemed to want to ask something, but she just muttered something else, "Well... there really isn't anything else."

"I'm leaving?"

"So why use a question?..." Loris complained.

"Because you look like you have something to say."

"..." Loris was silent for a moment, then turned her head and snorted softly, "What can I say about your wishful thinking?"

He Ye thought that it seemed he had misunderstood, but he had indeed stayed for a short time and hadn't been able to find out many things, such as the reason why the ISAB agents were in the intelligence department—although he learned from Officer David that they were only assisting in the case, he knew nothing about the number of people or their recent actions.

But he did have an appointment.

Early this morning, a white dove flew to his window and dropped a rolled-up secret letter. Such an intelligence dove was undoubtedly someone from the bureau.

The only sentence written on it was: the fewer the words, the more serious the matter, so He Ye dared not be negligent.

"See you later then—by the way, when are you taking your next vacation?"

He Ye was ready to leave. He pushed his chair into the table and looked at Lolis.

The unexpected question startled Lolis.

Such a question clearly has ulterior motives; it's not simply a matter of inquiring about holiday dates, but rather...

"What for?" Loris paused, seemingly unmoved. "Ask this."

"I'd like to find some time to meet up with you." He Ye said frankly, "I should be able to take Tuesday off next week. See which day you're free. I can treat you, as long as it doesn't exceed 500 crowns."

"..." The words fell.

"I'm busy," Loris said haughtily, turning her head away.

But her heart was undoubtedly churning with emotions.

They could have stayed in the intelligence department a little longer, but instead they said they had an appointment with someone at 10 o'clock, a man or a woman, or someone more important than themselves? If they were going to go, why say such a thing and deliberately ask when they were going to meet?

Lorice, who just took a day off yesterday, won't be able to rest again until at least the next weekend—the spy department is not the same as the public security department, not to mention the difference between a captain and a regular police officer.

So she really didn't have any free time.

He Ye was a little troubled when she saw this. She said she was busy, so it seemed that the timing didn't work out. If next week wasn't possible, then the week after next would be, but the week after next would be the end of May.

On Heye's calendar, the important festival circled in red—the Beach Festival—is just two weeks away.

Could it be that he arranged to meet Loris that day?
Oh, no, it's unnecessary for seashells to appear on a beach with bikini-clad beauties.

While seashells can add to the charm of the ocean, the real protagonist is still the surging blue waves.

Whether it's white seagulls, golden seashells, black seaweed, or silver sand, none of these can compare to the surging sea.

"Okay, okay, then let's meet again sometime when we're free..." He Ye said with a hint of regret, explaining why he wasn't free that day. "The Public Security Division has been busy with patrols lately. The Kobo area has been designated as a security zone, and I've been patrolling there every night for the past few days."

Loris was immediately filled with a sense of loss, but remained silent.

"……Um."

He Ye waved: "Goodbye then."

With a casual wave, He Ye turned and left, his figure disappearing into the library.

Despite having a rare free morning, the two spent less than thirty minutes together, not even reaching the ten o'clock mark. If Lolis were to join the mission team now, it would still be in time. They would only think that the little lion was eager for quick success, and the rumors would indeed fall apart on their own.

But who actually wants that little bit of stuff...?

Loris was a little depressed. She slowly leaned on the table, her hair covering her eyes, and looked at the place where He Ye had been sitting. Even the wooden chair had been moved back to its original position, as if it had never existed.

Having never felt this way before, she was now aware of it, and under Nytil's gentle prompting, she blushed but could not deny the fact.

Things that are easily obtained are never cherished.

It's perfectly normal to give them more tests, right?

"Fool……"

If you had asked me a few more questions about whether I could make time, I'm sure I could have done it. But you gave up after just one question and left sheepishly. What will you do if you give up so easily? My judgment of people isn't great, but it's not bad either. So why am I playing tricks on my own heart like this?

Don't just run away when you're bored and your heartstrings are being plucked...

Loris crossed her arms and slowly pondered, feeling a little depressed and disappointed. Finally, she realized that the piece of paper had fallen to the ground sometime during the night, and the handwriting was still familiar.

"..."

I really want to stomp on it.

……

—Seagull Street, roadside alleyway—

The busy street was bathed in the scorching sun at ten o'clock.

A young man with black hair arrived late, glancing at his wristwatch. He was already 20 minutes late, and stood at the agreed-upon spot, ready to go.
Duncan.

He Ye was slightly surprised. He walked up to him but did not exchange pleasantries. He simply passed by him unintentionally.

So he also has an intelligence pigeon? He Ye thought only Mark knew how to train pigeons; his smacking of his lips was always hilarious.

After making eye contact.

Duncan placed the newspaper on the table, then lowered his hat and left. He Ye naturally walked over and sat down, then picked up the newspaper.

It was an ordinary newspaper, its banner reading "Xinye".

Following the agreed-upon code, He Ye arranged the text and read it word by word.

His pupils immediately contracted, and he was shocked.

Because Duncan was telling He Ye—

There are spies within the organization, or rather, undercover agents who betray intelligence.

Ok?
(End of this chapter)