About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

"Well, let's not disturb Sleeping Beauty anymore, shall we?"

After confirming that Archangel had fallen asleep again, Mostima looked at Orson and motioned him to leave the room with her first.

"Um...can you give me a little more time?"

Orson's expression was a little conflicted, as if he didn't want to leave.

Noticing Orson's reaction, Mostima raised an eyebrow.

"Want to be alone with Exia for a while? I'm sorry, but I won't agree—"

"I want to finish cleaning the house."

Mastema blinked and looked at Orson, who didn't seem to be joking at all.

"Neither."

“Uh…”

Although the motivations were different, the result was still rejection.

After leaving the apartment where Exia lived, Mostima leaned against the edge of the fence, still looking at Orson motionlessly.

"Well, Ms. Mostima, I hope you don't misunderstand me. I have no intention of hurting Exiah, nor will I tell her the feelings you've concealed."

"Haha, thank you so much, [Silence of the North]."

Mastema smiled and then said the name Orson used.

"Well, do you know me?"

"I'm a messenger, the kind that enjoys traveling long distances across the country. Therefore, I often hear bizarre stories. For example, there's a man in the North who can manipulate the 'Invisible Black' and the Originium of Silence. When he falls silent, his opponent's head and body are severed. That man is known as the 'Silent Voice of the North'."

"That sounds so embarrassing..." Orson covered his eyes.

Even though I did it myself, after it was spread from mouth to mouth with such exaggeration, it only sounds mysteriously awkward when I hear it again.

"I thought Silence would be a humanoid cold disaster devoid of emotion, driven only by killing, but you really surprised me, haha."

"Stop talking, really stop talking."

It has been a long time since anyone has spoken so seriously about their code name, Orson. Now he just wants to find a corner to skillfully grow mushrooms.

Orson's reaction also made the corners of Mostima's smiling mouth even more upturned.

"So, why did the famous and feared Mr. Silent come to Longmen and help join Penguin Logistics?"

Mostima, finding it quite amusing to bully Silence in this way, increased her strength, and she felt a sense of satisfaction when she saw Orson crouching with his hands covering his face.

"The reason for joining Penguin Logistics... well, probably to prevent being silenced by Texas."

"I see."

Mostima nodded, and at the same time wondered in his heart how this guy had passed the emperor's selection. It would be better to just silence him.

There was nothing wrong with what Orson said, because he had helped the Archangel handle a lot of "confidential content". He would either be buried under a sports field of Longmen or join Penguin Logistics. Orson had no choice but to get on the pirate ship like this.

"Since Miss Mostima is here, I'll go back first. I'll leave Exia in your care."

Now that the 'relatives' who are closely related to the Archangel have come, I should stop being a light bulb.

Thinking this, Orson turned around and prepared to leave, but was suddenly pulled by a force from behind, pushing Orson against the wall.

"Um--Ms. Mastema...?"

Orson was pressed against the wall by Mostima and unable to break free, while Mostima stretched out a finger and put it into his mouth, coated it with his saliva with the tip of his indigo tongue, then pulled it out of his mouth and gently raised it to press against Orson's lips.

"Ms. Momo Mostima!?"

The warm and slippery touch on his lips made Orson panic instantly. What was this? He was walking on the road at night and was being spotted by a female durian?

"You like to strike a pose like this when you silence others' Originium skills, right? Haha, it does look very cool."

Mastema removed her fingers, and the transparent thread was pulled out in an instant, and then it broke and dripped.

"I heard that [Silence] not only has the ability to silence Originium skills, but also has the ability to listen to the melodies of others, right? If so—"

Mostima untied the chain of his black coat, revealing the pure white T-shirt underneath, and pressed his chest tightly against Orson's body.

"Come and listen, listen to the sins and prayers in my heart, listen to the despair and redemption that I have always held close to my heart."

Mastema placed her lips next to Orson's ear and whispered in a voice that was almost a whisper.

As for Orson, he could not hear any melody.

The only thing he could feel in his ears was Mostima's warm and moist breath, and a heartbeat he couldn't tell whether it was his own or hers.

It was not known whether it was a few minutes or only a few seconds, Mostima loosened his hands and distanced himself from Orson again.

"It seems like you're not in a very good mood today, Orson? But it doesn't matter, hehe. I might stay longer than expected this time, okay?"

Mastema said with a smile, then waved to Orson and left the door of the Archangel.

"hiss……"

Looking at Mostima's gradually disappearing back, Orson took a deep breath and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

Orson, who was usually slow to react emotionally, had last encountered a similar situation with Shi Lejie in Casimir. But back then, he had plenty of people around him to keep an eye on the groundhog. But this time, at least for now, the others hadn't reached the dragon gate yet.

What should I do? I feel like I'm being targeted by a very powerful person...

34. Sir Chen angrily rebuked his mentally retarded leader, while Orsen bravely saved the unlucky chicken.

"Doctor Kal'tsit, regarding my blood, uh... if it's not analyzed and extracted, and is directly injected into someone else's body through a blood transfusion, will it have any effects?"

In a park in Longmen, Orson sat on a bench and talked to Kal'tsit on the phone.

"Blood? Have you done something I've forbidden, Orson?"

Kal'tsit on the other end of the phone frowned and asked back after hearing Orson's somewhat abrupt question.

"Of course not, I'm just asking for a friend..."

Orson answered stammeringly with a guilty conscience, pretending that he had not given Lappland a blood transfusion to save her before.

"Ha... I don't know what you did at Longmen, but I must warn you, Orson. Although your blood can suppress the infection of mineral sickness, if it's not processed, it will cause a very serious 'dependency.' It will take at least six days for me to prepare the 'antidote' and send it over there. How long has it been since you last gave that patient a blood transfusion?"

Kal'tsit also knew Orson very well. Since he suddenly asked her this question, it meant that he must have donated his blood to someone else.

"Uh... probably at least seven or eight days."

Now that he has been exposed, Orson can only honestly tell the Queen Mother the time when he rescued Lappland.

"Then I suggest you be prepared. The target who has received your blood may experience withdrawal symptoms."

"Withdrawal symptoms?"

Orson remembered that when he and Lappland were hiding in the storage box, the other party's reaction seemed a little strange for a while.

"You really are... Never mind. I'll mail the antidote as soon as possible. Remember, Orson, your blood is not only an antidote, it's also a poison. Don't expose your physical condition easily, or you'll be in danger."

"Um, sorry."

Orson lowered his head and apologized softly. He was just worried about Lappland so he asked Kal'tsit casually, but who knew that his blood would have side effects.

Although I don't know what the specific side effects are... Anyway, I'll go see Lappland after work today.

"By the way, Dr. Kelsey. If someone you just met suddenly pushed you against a wall and pressed against you, how would you, uh, feel?"

"...? I'll use mon3tr to throw him into the incinerator."

"Um...Okay, I understand. I'll hang up first--"

"Wait, Rosemary wants to talk to you too."

Kal'tsit interrupted Orson, and the other end of the phone was temporarily filled with the sound of running, followed by Rosemary's soft but somewhat excited voice.

"rosemary?"

"Orson! I passed the elite operator test yesterday—"

Rosemary's voice was more excited than usual. Xiaomaomao must be very happy about passing the elite operator assessment.

"Congratulations! I knew my Rosemary would become an elite operator! I've always seen your hard work... Kitty, you've finally made it. I'm so touched..."

While congratulating Rosemary on doubling her salary, Orson wiped away his tears like an old father knowing that his daughter had been admitted to a good university.

"Well, there's no need to be like this, Orson..."

Rosemary was shocked by Orson's reaction. On the other end of the phone, she blushed and whispered to her "honorary idiot brother/father"

"Anyway, after becoming an elite operator, I'll be able to help everyone in even more ways! And most importantly, I should be able to help you, Orson. I really hope we can meet sooner rather than later."

Orson could already imagine Rosemary on the other end of the phone smiling softly, looking up slightly and waiting for him to pet her fur, but unfortunately he couldn't pet the kitten through the phone.

"Well, we'll meet soon. Listen to Dr. Kelsey. Remember to brush your teeth before bed, do eye exercises during breaks, and don't be picky about food—"

"I, I'm not a child anymore..."

Rosemary complained quietly, while Orson still had that same expression of "the kid has grown up" or "the patriot showing off the snow rabbit" on his face.

After finishing his phone call with Kal'tsit and Rosemary, Orson put away his old father's smile and rubbed his nose hard.

Apart from the information that "Lappland might suffer side effects from donating her own blood", she didn't get any other advice she wanted.

No matter how you look at it, the fact that Mastema had "pushed him against the wall" last night was too outrageous. Orson had no idea why Mastema would do such a thing to him, whom he had just met.

First, ruling out "true love at first sight," what other possibilities might there be? Orsen tentatively asked some of his companions, and the responses were generally either to kill that "Durian Mango" on the spot, or to say, "Orsen, you little bastard, Zaizhi is flirting again. Wait until I get to Longmen to pick up a girl and you'll be in for a treat."

As for the result, apart from digging a hole for himself with the loan, Orson still couldn't understand what Mostima was thinking.

Forget it... Don't dwell on things you can't figure out, just finish the work you need to do first!

Orson shook his head and patted his face to cheer himself up, then stood up from the bench and headed towards the Guard Bureau.

After a while, a "deliveryman" wearing a yellow Fengchi Logistics work jacket, big sunglasses, and a pair of rabbit ears on his head appeared in front of the Guard Bureau.

"Hello, please show me your ID - Mr. Otto, good morning."

"Uh, good morning."

After switching his disguised identity, Orson nodded to the security personnel, and while complaining as usual that the disguised name sounded a bit unlucky, he skillfully switched his role to "Deliveryman Otto".

Of course, he had to take what he promised Chen seriously. Every few days, Orson would come to the Guard Bureau with a fake identity and act as a secret agent to find the mole hiding inside the Guard Bureau.

As always, Orson used the identity of Fengchi Logistics to walk around the Guard Bureau openly. No one would recognize that this rabbit-eared deliveryman who was hurriedly coming and going with a thick stack of documents and files was not a real deliveryman at all, and the documents and files in his hands did not contain official documents and contracts, but the eavesdropping devices prepared by Chen in advance.

After retrieving the eavesdropping devices that were placed in the Guard Bureau's operations team office and the operations center's command room and putting them into the file bag, Orson used the tuner to once again explore the environment inside the Guard Bureau. After finding that there were no strange lone guys, he prepared to leave.

As usual, there was nothing unusual. Then I went back to check if there were any strange signals in the monitor.

Normally, it is impossible to install eavesdropping devices inside the Guard Bureau because the Guard Bureau conducts anti-eavesdropping tests on the building every day.

But as long as Orson retrieves the monitor before the anti-monitoring system is activated, the system will be able to monitor only for a short period of time.

So far, Orson and Chen have not found any suspicious guy, nor have they obtained any useful information from the eavesdropper.

——I feel like I’m missing some crucial factor… Hmm?

"Superintendent Chen, do you understand the potential consequences of your actions? Your mission is to suppress the rioting infected, not to waste unnecessary police resources protecting other slum dwellers!"

As he passed by Chen's private office, Orson faintly heard a male voice through the office door.

Orson observed Chen's office through tuning and found that in addition to Chen Huijie, there was also a middle-aged man in the room who was scolding her.

"I know, Superintendent. But at the time, I judged that the riot was not initiated by the slums themselves, and someone was manipulating the riot behind the scenes. I thought it necessary to protect—"

"There's no need. I thought you were already very clear about this matter - the slums are the cancer of Longmen, and the infected are hidden terrorists. We in the Guard Bureau are supposed to protect the citizens of Longmen, and those infected people in the slums are obviously not among them!"

"...Yes, sir."

Chen seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just remained silent and responded with a mechanical affirmation.

"You are the youngest senior superintendent ever appointed to the Imperial Guard. I hope you understand the weight of your responsibility. This position is not for someone who spends all day catching thieves and pickpockets on the street, or having secret meetings with random kids."

Although Chen has expressed his "identification" with the man's concept, the other party does not seem to have the intention to stop the conversation, but continues to criticize Chen.

"Chief Superintendent, I've explained that it was just a fabricated story by the media. The teenager was not—"

"Mind your own business, Chen Huijie! I know you've risen to prominence thanks to your relationship with Wei Yanwu, but I'm the Chief Superintendent of the Imperial Guards now. I will never allow a woman who can't distinguish her enemies from her enemies and only knows how to fool around with scoundrels to occupy the position of 'Senior Superintendent'!"

Chen Huijie, who had been silent all the time, clenched her fists when she heard the middle-aged man slander Orson for the second time.

"Chief Inspector Marco, I repeat, that young man—"

Bah! !