Late at night, Bureau of Investigation.

Leon knocked softly on a small, shabby door with the dossier in hand.

It is hard to imagine that today, when technology is almost at its peak, there is such a small house in the middle of nowhere, in the spotless, solemn and solemn investigation bureau.

It's like in the golden Vienna Hall, where there is a pile of excrement.

"Who?" A middle-aged man's hoarse voice came from inside.

"Who else but me can come to you!" Leon said angrily.

He estimated that there are thousands of people in the Investigation Bureau now, and the only people who still have an impression of this place are the department director and the group of old antiques of the tenured professor.

"Squeak~" The rusty iron door creaked, except that it was not much worse than the symphony.

"Can't you fix this door?" Leon entered the room, and instantly a strong smell of alcohol rushed to his cranial cavity.

"No one is here anyway." Middle-aged men don't care.

He has a scruffy beard, his face is drunk and red, and looking at the scale of the standard beer belly, even if he wears a xxxxL top, he can't cover it.

"Can you still live in this house?" Leon was dissatisfied.

He looked at the messy environment that was indescribable, and he couldn't even find a place to put his feet.

Rats have to get lost when they come in, and it's just an incinerator away from the crematorium!

"I'm not human." The middle-aged man pouted, and his sharp shape looked like he had been blown up by a missile.

"Martini or whiskey?" He continued, pulling out two glasses that were rarely clean.

"Ice on ice, comrade good, you haven't forgotten." Leon smiled.

These are two of his favorite wines, and they always remind him of the feeling of first love.

"You're still that annoying."

Simply put away the two sofas, two old men with a combined age of more than three centuries, holding crystal clear glasses in their hands, drinking tawny wine, and returning to their youth together.

"How long has it been since your first love left?" Middle-aged men don't open which pot to mention.

"Well, I just remember it was a sixteenth-century summer, under a leafy begonia tree, and that was the last time we met." Leon's tone was a little sad.

With his character, he almost never mentions these past events to outsiders, and the longer he lives, the more things he can't let go.

"Is the tree still there?" The middle-aged man took a big sip of wine.

"It was bulldozed in the 18th century, and then I bought the farm and planted it all with begonia trees."

"What a big deal, old friend!" The middle-aged man thinks it's really handsome.

Just like yourself!

"Then I met her granddaughter, who was a beautiful blonde girl with blue eyes, and she was very ......"

"What are you looking at?" Leon was a little shocked.

The middle-aged man shook his head as he looked at the file brought by Leon, and said bitterly: "Bad deeds, bad deeds." ”

"This is a record of all the crimes that have been accused!"

"Hey, is that an exaggeration?" Leon was a little weak-hearted, "As the deputy director, the high monthly salary is correct, but the obscene uncle who just hides in the attic and drinks and reads adult magazines is not qualified to say this, right?" ”

Christopher, one of the founders of the Time Investigation Bureau, was once even brighter than Leon is now.

But after a mission that no longer had time to tell, he returned from injury and began to lose his will and give up on himself, until this moment.

Nominally the deputy director, he is not as good as a mascot, and as the mastermind behind the Department of Information, his daily pleasure is to spread unscrupulous news in the Investigation Bureau.

"That blonde girl is the reason for your special attention to beautiful young girls??"

The world is getting worse and the people's hearts are not ancient, this old guy's black hands are already so big, and the most important thing is that he didn't even call him!

"If I were the Council of Elders, I would definitely impeach you!" The deputy director said indignantly.

"It's not fun to be older, and more contact with young girls is good for cardiovascular and cerebrovascular health." Leon felt that this reason was justified.

"So you chartered the entire polar park and airlifted three planes of high-end champagne as a hot spring?"

The deputy director couldn't stand it anymore, and for the first time in his life, a piece of paper could blow him to the ground.

If he hadn't stopped making a move for many years, he would have to go up and fight hard!

"Those are just entertainment, and they don't hurt." Leon's dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

He interrupted the deputy director who was about to continue to accuse him, and said weakly with his hand on his forehead:

"Why don't we just turn to the last page."

"I know it's not good for you to come to me, remember to settle the wine money in a while." The deputy director cocked Erlang's legs like a veteran lawyer and filled himself with wine.

"Actually, I'm thinking of old friends too......" Leon tried to explain.

"Out of control?!" He was interrupted by the deputy commissioner's shouting, "Which commissioner?" What about the follow-up results? ”

"Ken Kaneki."

"The trump card now?"

"Not anymore, it's been degraded."

"How will the elders react?"

"I saved him, but was deprived of the 'Seven Deadly Sins.'"

The deputy director pondered, he didn't expect Leon to bring such a big mess this time, and he knew that he would give him a meal and wine to drink!

"Wait, I remember he's your student?"

"Half of it." Leon listless.

He knew that the Council of Elders would not be able to give up, but he did not expect the revenge to come so quickly, and just this morning, Eward sent the dossier as the representative.

Usually nodding in the face of himself, today the waist pole is very stiff as if he is wearing a good back.

The deputy director took a quick look at it, then closed the file and sighed heavily.

"Jin Muyan is your key point now, and you have decided to protect him, the Council of Elders will never be merciful in this regard, they have launched an attack, and it is very likely that such a file will be sent to the professors and directors, but compared to your private indiscretion, the final ......"

"Stop! I'm not indecent, okay? Leon argued.

"These are the little things!" The deputy director was very generous, "The last Kanekiken incident is the last straw that crushes you!" ”

"I'm a camel?" Leon was stunned.

"Hey boy, don't interrupt me!" The deputy director reopened the file, "He killed ordinary people, and it was a cruel torture!" Even if the other party is a cold-blooded scumbag. ”

"That's enough to say that his pedigree is now very shaky and needs to be retested immediately." The deputy director realized the seriousness of the problem.

"But he's A-class, and he has the best bloodline." Leon shrugged, then sighed.

"Class A? Have you changed the judging criteria? The deputy director touched the door of his head, which was about to be topped up.

"You're just moldy in the attic." Leon covered his face, "I switched to the English alphabet a long time ago. ”

"A is the best, the most powerful, the most controllable, and so on."

"Who came up with the brain-dead method?" The deputy chief thought it was stupid.

"Me."

"And which 'ghost' he came from?" The deputy director's eyes burned.

"I don't know, so far there is no conclusion." Leon was a little annoyed, "Poseidon or Apollo?" ”

"Hey, don't make me doubt your professionalism." The deputy chief sensed something was wrong, "Wait, you said he was deprived of the seven deadly sins?" ”

Leon nodded.

"How is that possible! Such a high-level alchemy is a deadly nemesis of ghost blood! ”

"Because it can kill ghosts, only ghosts can pull it out." In a flat tone, Leon told a secret that shocked the world.