Cyberpunk, but urban

Although Greta still couldn't understand why Ye Lan ordered her to do this, since this finisher, whose name she finally learned from the business card, was willing to let her do this kind of thing, he must have his own intentions.

As for Ye Lan, after returning to the office, he took a shower, changed his clothes, and cleaned off the various smells left over from cooking human flesh in Alley 23.

He called Olivier and said, "The commission is almost done. Do you want to discuss it over the phone or meet in person?"

"…Did you buy a special train from W Company?"

When Ye Lan returned, it was still dark in the city. Olivier looked at the time. It had only been seven hours since he handed the commission to Ye Lan.

"That's not important. Just tell me how I'm going to tell you the results of my investigation. By the way, let me make it clear in advance that I won't write a report."

"Well, I'll go to your place later, probably around six o'clock."

Olivier sighed and set a time with Ye Lan, then turned and walked into the office of the head of their third department.

"Section Chief Mirina, the Ye Lan finisher informed me that his commission was completed."

"So soon?" Mirina was a little surprised, but she finally said to Olivier, "Forget it. We only gave him this commission so that he could show more characteristics."

"I have an appointment with him to meet at his office at six o'clock to receive the results of his investigation. What do you think, Chief?"

"Let me think... let me go with you and meet this finisher in person. Maybe it will help me in evaluating his 'special' title for this department."

"I understand."

Olivier saluted to Section Chief Mirina and left the office. On Mirina's computer screen at this time was the internal referendum of the association regarding Ye Lan's "special" title.

However, in the absence of records of Ye Lan's performance, even if it was just a vote on colors, the difference between the several alternative colors was almost the same.

Chapter 202. A new day, a new library victim

Just when Olivier returned to his workstation in the department to rest, in a hidden corner of Alley 12, three Carnival tailors found the scavengers' nest that they had tried their best to hide.

According to the instructions given to them by the Index Finger Herald, the three tailors who were participating in the Carnival had to eat the flesh and blood of the scavengers throughout the week.

Since they wanted to eat the flesh and blood of the scavengers, the only way was to attack their nests, except for the dangerous late night alleys.

In fact, the scavengers who are prohibited from appearing in front of urban residents in the back alleys except late at night are unable to exert even one-tenth of the strength they can exert at night in order to comply with the ban.

The reason for this was that they were all huddled together in their nests and sleeping, making it difficult for them to gather in sufficient numbers. Facing the Carnival tailors who had transformed themselves into tools for killing and eating flesh and blood, they were powerless to resist as they could not gather in sufficient numbers.

Shortly after Alpha and the other two tailors entered the lair, the sound of a sharp blade cutting flesh was heard from a hidden corner in the alley.

"The taste of the Scavenger has never disappointed me in terms of bringing surprises?" Beta praised the taste of the Scavenger. To him, the weirder the taste, the more palatable it is.

But for Gama, the scavenger's flesh and blood mixed with a large amount of disgusting and filthy blood was so disgusting that he could not describe it.

"This reminds me of the taste of the finisher I ate before. Was it soft? I enjoyed it very much at that time."

Beta compared the meat of the scavengers with the meat of the finishers, which reminded Gama of the taste of the finishers: "The meat is very hard and difficult to eat, but it tastes good? It can be woven into high-quality silk. I am very satisfied."

While eating, Gamma asked Alpha while spitting out silk threads: "What should we do if the scavenger's 'Mammy' takes action before we finish?"

The Mammy he mentioned was a leader of the scavengers. If the scavengers were a swarm of insects, then Mammy was their mastermind.

Alpha answered him: "We continue to hunt. And feast? We must weave."

Gamma rolled the thread around a mechanical limb and said to Alpha, who had just answered his question, "Do you think you understand? I was wondering if we have a plan to deal with the scavengers if they start to retaliate. If they are determined to eat us, should we stop?"

Beta joined the conversation between Alpha and Gamma and said to them, "Are the scavengers quiet now? I don't know why this happened."

"The index finger is watching us. Do we only need fabrics specified in the textile directive?"

Alpha shook his head. He had no idea what happened to the scavengers, but he was very clear that someone would be watching them to make sure they completed their orders.

"Are there no other instructions from the index finger?" Beta asked.

"Maybe not? Don't worry, Index Finger is a very good friend?"

While Alpha was answering Beta's questions, a man walked into the nest.

"Hello everyone at the Carnal Prayer Festival."

"Hello?" "Hello." "Is this the Herald? Hello."

Yang greeted the three tailors who were celebrating the Carnival, and they responded to Yang one by one.

"Well~ Thank you for your greetings. I'm here to convey new instructions to you."

Yang said as he handed the original invitation and instructions from the library to Alpha who was still spitting out threads.

"... Heading to the library? Do you have any other documents with you? This is not an order."

Holding the black card, Alpha asked Xiangyang about what he was confused about.

Pointing at the card, the messenger Yang explained to Alpha: "You are right, this is an invitation to the library. According to the instructions, this is a necessity."

"Do we have to go to the library?" Gamma asked.

Alpha said to Yang: "We must, prey on scavengers, and weave fabrics."

"You must obey orders. I believe you still want to keep your silk weaving jobs? If you disobey orders, the "agents" will come to visit you personally."

Yang shook his head and said that it was really difficult to communicate with these tailors who had transformed themselves into neither human nor ghost, and he could only coax them like children.

"Is the order the highest priority for us?"

"If we break the rules, will the instructions not easily forgive us?"

"Perhaps there are materials in the library that can be used to weave a new type of silk?"

The three tailors began to discuss among themselves, but no matter what, they had to go to the library.

"Since the order has been delivered, I should leave as well. ...I understand what you are thinking, but please always keep in mind what will happen if you do not obey the order."

Leaning on his sword, Yang continued to persuade the three tailors. But before the three people from the Carnival could speak, another person came in.

"…Excuse me for interrupting, we are here to get the fabric."

Gin, who was the wakaguru, spoke first, speaking on behalf of his vice-president Sayo to the tailors in the scavenger's nest.

"Hello~ Are you from the Black Cloud Society under Thumb?"

"Hello everyone from the Black Cloud Society?"

Yang and Alpha each greeted the Black Cloud Club members who walked in.

"We are here to pick up the 'Nuovo fabric' that Thumb has entrusted us with. The reward is in that bag. But I heard that... we will be "pinning the deal" soon. The people of Index Finger are really brazen. "

Sayo waved in Yang's direction, and the lower half of her breasts, which were barely covered by the yukata she was wearing, almost fell out with her movement. Yang, who lowered his head, was unsure for a moment whether she did it on purpose.

"Miss, what should we do?"

Yin asked beside Sha Shi, Yang Messenger was alone at the moment, and as a gang under Thumb, it would be a great achievement if they could kill him here.

But even though Gin asked, Sayo had no intention of taking action: "Although he is just a small messenger, he is still a direct subordinate of the index finger... Logically speaking, we are not his opponent. But since the messenger is alone, this is an opportunity."

"...Yes, my job is to convey the instructions."

Yang said this, implying that even if he was just a messenger, you were no match for him.

"Hehe, your index finger is still in that same bird-like state."

After being scolded by Yang, Yang did not say anything. He just closed his eyes and leaned on the sword, waiting for the decision of Sayo, the vice president of the Black Cloud Society.

"...Well, now that the business is done, let's go our separate ways. Let's go to the library before Carnival and take the cloth. As for the messenger... he has his own place to go."

Chapter 203. Entrustment Confirmation

Six o'clock in the afternoon, in the living room of Yixiang Office.

"This... I think it should be the head of the Southern Third Section of the First Association, Ms. Mirina?"

Sitting on the sofa, Ye Lan asked the lady opposite. Beside them, Irene, dressed as a maid, had already distributed the brewed hot tea to each guest.

"Yes, I'm Mirina. I think this is the first time we meet. Did Olivier tell you my name?"

Mirina said as she picked up her teacup from the coffee table. After taking a sip, the head of the Southern Section 3 of the First Association said to Ye Lan, "This interruption is actually not related to official business. I am just curious about you, the prospective 'featured' finisher."

"Oh? Why don't we finish the commission-related formalities first, and then slowly get to know each other?"

Ye Lan said this, waving his hand to let Irene, who was standing next to him, leave the living room first.

After Irene left, Mirina continued, "No problem, then let Olivier confirm the commission with you first."

After saying this, Mirina leaned back on the sofa in the living room and slowly tasted the tea brewed by Irene. To be honest, it had only been a few days since Ye Lan brought her back. He really didn't know when this maid, who was now contentedly waiting to be directed to do things every day, learned how to make tea.

"Well, shall we start?"

Olivier was a little confused by this sudden change of topic. Without even putting down the teacup in his hand, the black guy reached for the briefcase at his side.

The bag contained blank papers for recording the information Ye Lan would provide later, as well as a series of intelligence documents related to the commission.

"Are you ready? Then I'll start." Seeing Olivier take out a pen and paper from his bag and prepare to take notes, Ye Lan began to speak, "First of all, one thing that can be confirmed is that the city star of the Eight Great Chefs has actually been disbanded."

"The fall of a city star... this is no small matter. Ye Lan, can you confirm this?"

Olivier asked Ye Lan while recording.

"Yes, seven of the eight chefs twisted themselves into a set meal using their own ingredients."

"Seven people twisted themselves... and turned themselves into meal kits and died." After recording this, Olivier looked up and asked, "Then have you confirmed the situation of the last of the eight chefs?"

"It is also twisted, but because the direction of the twist is different from the other seven, it has not been made into a dish like them."

Afterwards, while Olivier continued to record, Ye Lan briefly introduced to him and Mirina the causes of distortion, and emphasized the differences between distortions.

The detailed information about the distortion that Ye Lan provided was information that not even the First Association could confirm. Not long after hearing what he said, Mirina put down the teacup in her hand and sat up straight.

Just like attending a class under a serious teacher, he listened to Ye Lan's story carefully.

If Mirina were to describe the value of this information, she would say that even if the First Association wanted to obtain this information from the Distortions with various abilities in the southern part of the city, even if they entrusted the matter to the Seventh Association, it would probably take a large loss of manpower from both associations to achieve results.

However, such intelligence information that is difficult to collect and summarize is systematically presented by Ye Lan, and he speaks it out like gossip.

"Mr. Ye Lan, how did you learn about distortion?" asked Mirina.

"Well... part of it comes from a lady who calls herself the 'Twisted Detective', but the rest... I can't tell you."

Mirina, who was slightly excited by Ye Lan's words, saw a malicious smile on Ye Lan's face. In just a moment, the head of the Southern Third Section of the First Association understood what Ye Lan wanted to do.

Whether it was the twisted knowledge he casually mentioned or the twisted detective he just mentioned, they were all just bait to arouse her interest and then be rejected immediately.

This man... is essentially a bastard with evil interests!

"Uh...so how did you deal with the last of the eight chefs?"

Looking at Mirina, who was feeling uncomfortable with the breath stuck in her throat, Olivier pretended that she had not come today and continued to ask Ye Lan.

"I used a little trick, and now she has changed from being twisted back to being a normal human."

"Can distortion be changed back?" Mirina didn't care about being angry and continued to ask Ye Lan. This is very important information, and it can even influence the next policy of each association to deal with distortion.

"Well, as long as you can recognize the reason why the twisted person is twisted, and then let them understand the reason for their own twisting, and admit when and in what form their twisting will occur, then such a twisted person can basically become a normal person again."

Ye Lan picked up the teacup and took a sip, then looked at Olivier who was writing furiously, "Do you have anything else you want to ask?"

Olivier raised his head after writing the last stroke, "Ye Lan, you did not choose to kill the last of the Eight Great Chefs... You let him go. From a personal point of view, I am very curious about the reason why you let him go."

Mirina took over the conversation and continued to say to Ye Lan: "However, from the perspective of the association, the commission given to you is only to investigate the current situation of the eight chefs, so your decision will not affect the completion of the commission. But at the same time, I am also very curious about the reason why you did this."

"Most twisted people will remember their deepest dreams and hopes after they get rid of their twists. The same is true for the last of the Eight Great Chefs. I think letting her live may bring some good changes to Lane 23."

Ye Lan obviously didn't intend to discuss this issue with Mirina and the others. They also knew it was inappropriate to ask more about some of the things related to his own plans.

After all, quasi-features are still features, and before being deemed expelled from the finishing team by the association, the power of features allows them to ignore quite a few rules.

What's more, Ye Lan also has an unclear secret relationship with the leader.

"Then this is the end of the summary record of the new intelligence. We will send another person to review it later. The commission fee will be paid after confirming that the intelligence is correct. Please don't worry."

"Don't worry, just take your time." Ye Lan said to Mirina, "After all, I don't lack eyes or anything like that. Once the title comes down, I won't lack commissions either."

Speaking of titles, Ye Lan was curious about them: "By the way, what are the colors you have selected now?"

Chapter 204. Is there someone in your clothes? I can't tell.

"What are the current candidate colors?" After finishing her work, Mirina, who didn't get all the information she wanted, still maintained a calm and decent attitude. "White, gray, brown, and pink are the four colors with the most votes, and the colors that are slightly less popular add up to a total of 16 candidates."

"No... brown is outrageous enough, why is there pink too?"

After Mirina mentioned these colors one by one, Ye Lan was quite speechless. At least half of these alternative colors had nothing to do with him, and it could even be said that they were pure nonsense.

He didn't even dare to think about how he would describe his title to others if a color like pink won.

But think about it the other way around, if he was really given the title of the pink finisher, everyone would be scared when they saw him in the future. After all, being defeated by color is not shameful, but being defeated by a finisher with the title of something pink or something, that would be a lifelong shame.