Chapter 113: Chapter 110: If I Lie, I’m a Little Dog... Woof!

Long-Lasting Tea Restaurant.

A restaurant in Ke Chen City with moderate spending, but a decent environment, good for photography... more suitable for young couples who don’t have much money.

A middle-aged man with somewhat messy hair put on a tie while backing into the door.

"Excuse me, can you tell me where the 520 room is?"

Guided by the waiter, the middle-aged man arrived outside the 520 room. As his hand reached for the doorknob, he hesitated and asked for the restroom location.

Entering the restroom, he looked in the mirror at his disheveled hair, oily face.

The middle-aged man quickly washed his face, squeezed some handwash, lathered it, and applied it on his face to clean off the grease.

Swish swish swish...

He grabbed a few tissues, wiped his face, making it look slightly refreshed.

Then he smoothed his hair, tidied his collar, straightened his tie. Not bad, a mature...

Not successful but not overly sloppy middle-aged man.

Returning to the 520 room, the middle-aged man knocked on the door, gently pushed it open, and saw a familiar yet remarkably beautiful figure—his wife...

The wife he had been married to for twenty years.

"Sorry, wifey, I’m late."

"It’s okay, no worries. Your work is important, have you requested leave?"

"Yes, I have. Even if the sky falls today, I won’t be working overtime."

"Deal, okay?"

"Deal, if I’m lying, I’m a puppy!"

"Alright, sit down."

"As you command, my dear wife!"

The middle-aged man sat beside his wife, trying to hold her hand, but his wife slapped it away.

"Oh stop, you’re a grown man. Sit across, come on, take your phone, hold it up and take a picture..."

...

Ke Chen City Management Team.

Tactical Command Center.

"Report, elderly citizens originally in poor health have had their vitality stripped away within the city!"

"Report, several major traffic intersections within the city are congested, with large truck drivers having heart attacks and sudden stops at the crossroads due to embolism!"

"..."

The team leader listens to the reports from everyone and systematically arranges their tasks.

The Gluttonous Legislator has arrived...

An appetizer, perhaps?

He seems to want this city to descend into chaos, but Ke Chen City has its ways of handling it.

"Retrieve information of all citizens aged 60 and above in the city for grid management."

"Let hospitals arrange more beds, discharge all minor cases that don’t need hospitalization."

"All ambulance dispatchers, get to your stations! Especially professional dispatchers, all must be on duty!"

"The Combat Team should head to major transport hubs; if encountering suspicious Extraordinary individuals, engage first. Any fierce resistance, eliminate."

"All four city gates closed, Investigation Team heads to patrol the city walls."

"Exploration Team and Strategy Team coordinate with the Logistics Team for resource dispatching and ensuring..."

"..."

One order after another proceeds in an orderly fashion, problems are addressed one by one.

Upon confirming that a solitary elder maintained vitality by dry chewing Happy Milk Tea powder while staying alert...

"Support all available milk tea powder packs to every ambulance."

"Captain, how much support?"

"...All."

"Captain, what about us?"

"Don’t we have an alternative Extraordinary item? Although the taste might be a bit lacking, it’s useful. Also, contact the Milk Tea Master and ask him to make as many milk tea powder packs as possible."

"Got it."

Under the captain’s orders, on the city’s dynamic digital map, the red representing blocked roads gradually diminishes, and everything starts moving back on track.

Occasionally, combat signs appear but are quickly marked "safe."

Living Extraordinaries are brought back for interrogation, the deceased...

Also brought back for interrogation.

...

The Corpse Interpreter was already prepared. He thoroughly cleaned every grid in the morgue, ensuring a good interrogation environment for those to be questioned.

But...

They weren’t very interested in questioning the dead.

Yet as a living person, the Corpse Interpreter cared—he had his standards for the working environment. But when he saw the first deceased brought in, he frowned, pondered, and asked his first question:

"Where’s this guy’s head?"

"That guy Tiezhu didn’t know his own strength, accidentally went overboard and shattered it."

"And the brain?"

After asking this, the one responsible for transporting made a call to inquire.

"The Corpse Interpreter wants to know where the brain is!

No, no, not saying you guys have no brains in this operation, but asking about the brain of the one you wiped out!

Huh? What? You kept the brain? It’s in the trunk, okay, okay, I’m going to get it!"

The transporter hangs up, steps out, and a minute later returns, holding a plastic bag, covering his nose, handing it to the Corpse Interpreter.

The Corpse Interpreter opens the bag, oh...

Is this expecting him to piece together intelligence from the shredder bin?

"Alright then, you may leave, I’m about to start work!"

But before work, the Corpse Interpreter pulled out his phone and, as the "Interrogation Expert" in his work group, tagged all members:

"Please make sure the corpse is sent over with the head intact, unlike this."

With that, the Corpse Interpreter took a photo of the garbage bag.

He tried sending it the first time, but it didn’t go through.

He tried sending it again, but still didn’t succeed.

After thinking for a moment, he added a bit of mosaic around the edges.

On the third attempt, it finally sent successfully.

Corpse Interpreter: It’s quite smart, but not too much.

Glancing at the bag full of brain tissue, the Corpse Interpreter slowly reached inside and gently closed his eyes:

"Let me see what’s inside your brain."

— "After I finish this job, I’m quitting."

— "Look at the saucy pics, aren’t they saucy enough for the water group?"

— "Make Ke Chen City feel its own helplessness."

— "When did I meet this girlfriend? Never mind, we’re not that close anyway, delete it, delete it."

— "Why does 1+1 equal 11? How come you can’t even do such a simple problem!"

Chaotic thoughts poured into the Corpse Interpreter’s mind, forcing him to extract useful information. If the brain was intact, he could selectively read memories from a specific time period and delve into them, but with a mushy brain, he has to look at everything...

As he continued looking, the Corpse Interpreter’s face turned red and he started bleeding from his nose.

It’s not because the visuals in this mushy brain were 18+, but because the information was too scattered. Though this person’s posture... no, knowledge was quite mixed.

Just as the Corpse Interpreter felt his head was about to explode, a complete person finally arrived.

As for this current one, he can look again after surviving this crisis...

A holiday like 520 might be useful.

...

Private Room.

"Wife, thanks to you over the years, you know about my work..."

A middle-aged man’s phone screen lit up, showing a photo of his whole family.

Bzz bzz bzz.

The phone vibrated.

Upon seeing it, he realized the call was from the unit leader.

He hung up.

"Without you, there wouldn’t be anyone for dad and mom..."

The middle-aged man’s phone screen lit up again.

Bzz bzz bzz.

The phone continued to vibrate.

Upon checking, it was still the leader calling.

He hung up again, then put his phone on silent.

"There wouldn’t be anyone to take care of mom and dad, and nobody would be able to supervise the child’s studies..."

The phone screen lit up once more, and as the middle-aged man reached out, his wife picked up the phone, answered, and held it to her ear.

"Xia Ke, yes, it’s me, yes, yes, today is my and Old Huang’s twentieth anniversary, thank you, thank you, no disturbance, no inconvenience about his needing to go back? It’s alright, I’ll pass the phone to him."

The middle-aged man took the phone and after responding "Mm-mm-mm" "Okay, okay," he hung up.

After the call ended, the private room fell silent for a moment.

About half a minute later, his wife spoke up:

"What did you just promise me today?"

"I said I’d never go to work today, even if the sky falls!"

To demonstrate his resolve, the middle-aged man decided to turn off his phone.

"Not that line, the next one."

His wife placed her hand on the middle-aged man’s, looking straight into his eyes.

The middle-aged man thought for a moment, then uttered:

"Woof!"

"Go, go! Remember to save more people, accumulate more... merit for our family."

"Don’t worry, your husband, I’ve been selected as one of the city’s top ten ambulance dispatchers for ten consecutive years!"

At this moment, he was a mature, not-so-successful, not quite shabby...

But a man full of vigor.

"I’ll call you a car. This is the gift I prepared for you today, a watch, I planned to give it later, but since you’re fooling me about going to work, you might as well wear it now."

After putting on the watch, the wife smiled and said:

"My husband is really handsome, off you go."

Watching her husband ride off into the distance, the wife returned to the 520 private room alone and opened the gift he left for her.

It was a box of skincare products she’s always wanted but never splurged on.

But...

Her husband wasn’t there to be with her.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Miss, should we bring out the dishes as usual?"

"...Let’s pack them up."

Let’s go home, it’s actually pretty good that he left early for work.

The four elderly family members need care, the child needs tutoring, there’s tomorrow’s PowerPoint presentation to prepare, and the house needs cleaning...

There’s so much to do everywhere, how much time can really be wasted on celebrating an anniversary?

By the way, I also need to return the movie tickets.

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[Unused Monthly Pass Shelter Center]