Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 501 - 279 Susan’s Secret (Filler, Requesting Monthly Ticket at Month’s End)
Chapter 501: Chapter 279 Susan’s Secret (Filler, Requesting Monthly Ticket at Month’s End)
Dongdongdong~
Feeling the vibrations through the floor, the Weapon Expert followed the noise and arrived at the office, only to find Old Hardenn, his crowd, and Brian’s beloved dog Shi San, all leaning in the corridor chatting.
Curiously he asked, "Hey, guys, is the office getting renovated again? How come I didn’t hear about any renovation plans for our office building?"
Recently, Team Leader Susan had suddenly ordered a shower room to be installed in her office.
There was only one group of people working in their building, so there was plenty of space.
Glenn, with a bruised face and clenched teeth, enviously said, "Team Leader Susan and Brian are having a combat competition in the team leader’s office."
"Combat competition?"
Ali was puzzled.
Old Hardenn added, "The kind that involves hand-to-hand combat."
Ivan, holding a different opinion, mentioned, "Brian might have left a tie on, which makes it more intense. Especially since I noticed Brian had marks on his neck when he came out. Honestly, the last time I saw such a scene was when Glenn was in the Detective Bureau; he took about fifteen minutes in the restroom to deal with a female complainant who wanted to file a complaint against him."
The female clerk curiously asked, "Complain about what?"
"Complain about my service attitude..." Glenn obviously had vivid memories of that incident, "I never thought German women could be so hardcore; I couldn’t handle it. When I told her I was a principled detective, she wanted to complain about me. To save my bonus, I had to compromise."
Nearby, Green enviously said, "Your detective careers are too exciting."
How come he never encountered such good things?
As Ali listened to everyone’s descriptions, he finally understood what was happening in the office at the moment.
He exclaimed, "Isn’t that noise too exaggerated? I felt the vibration even in the underground shooting range; I thought they were renovating upstairs again... Damn, does enhancing someone make that much noise?"
Goodness.
Who makes such a ruckus when pulling up a radish?
If an ordinary person went up against these two beasts, wouldn’t they end up in the ICU?
As one of the only two female clerks in the office currently, Edna couldn’t help speaking up for Susan, "Guys, be a little understanding. Team Leader Susan has been busy outside for more than a month and hasn’t seen Brian for a long time. Brian is her first love, her first taste of the forbidden fruit; isn’t it normal for her to be a bit exaggerated?"
Glenn also spoke up fairly, "My first time, I didn’t leave the house for over a month, and eventually, an ambulance had to take me out."
About this topic, apart from virgin Green, everyone wasn’t so discreet and simply started gossiping.
Green found it hard to get a word in.
He helplessly sat down on the floor, squeezing next to Shi San, "Hey, buddy, we seem a bit out of place.."
Shi San rolled its eyes at him.
Is it appropriate for you to discuss such matters with a child of over five months?
It barked at Meatball standing atop its head, turned around, and gave Green its backside, not wanting to engage with him.
Over this past month, Crow Meatball had already sprouted feathers, though still somewhat ugly.
But its growth was even faster than Shi San’s had been previously; it could now communicate simply with Shi San and had even learned some basic English words. It could talk just like some parrots, its IQ no less than that of some five- or six-year-old children.
This was actually normal.
Birds naturally grow faster than mammals. In the wild, small-mouthed crows mature within a few months, not to mention Meatball, which had been nurtured on Shi San’s saliva and grown on Brian’s blood, was larger than others of its age class by a size.
In another month, Meatball’s size might even surpass that of a grown small-mouthed crow.
With Shi San ignoring him, Green, seeking help, looked towards Meatball on Shi San’s head, "Meatball, what does that mean?"
Meatball was carefully grooming its still somewhat ugly feathers. Hearing Green’s question, it immediately uttered some indistinct words, "Urine thief, urine thief..."
Green:...
What can I do, I haven’t had much bonus lately, and I’ve taken a mortgage on a middle-high end community property; I could only find some supplementation!
Brain the boss had agreed!
Somewhat aggrieved, Green explained, "Shi San, don’t be like that, I paid you, it’s not theft. You supply the raw materials, and I handle the sales; this is a legitimate collaboration."
Shi San turned its head, "Woof woof woof~ (I’m raising Meatball now; I need a bigger share.)"
This time using Morse Code, Green understood.
Green:...
Brother dog, we’re already splitting eighty-twenty, you eighty, me twenty, you still want more?
He gave Shi San a thumbs up, "You’re indeed Brian’s dog, Shi San; you were born to be a capitalist. Tomorrow, I’ll go downstairs and find you a streetlight!"
The man and dog, bargaining for a potential extra thousand US dollars a month in revenue, began negotiations...
Meanwhile, in the team leader’s office.
Brian lay on the floor, through two doors and a distance of several meters, silently staring at the ceiling.
There was indeed something off about Susan today.
Her pheromones were getting stronger, and her movements heavier, as if she had taken the wrong medication; her body heat was scarily high.
...
Whew~
Only hours later, did Susan finally exhale a hot breath, contentedly stopping her motions, "I felt like I was about to burst into flames; it was wonderful."
"It isn’t just a feeling; you actually were on fire!"
Brian speechlessly pushed Susan away.
His skin had been scorched!
Brian stood up, grabbed Susan by the shoulders, and spoke seriously, "There’s something off about you, very off. Are you hiding something from me?"
