No dreams all night!

Somewhere, in a dim room, more than a dozen screens stacked into walls, and several figures who stood for a long time were waiting for further analysis reports.

Soon, someone quickly sent the folder, handed it in both hands, bowed and retreated, without saying a word during the process, and was like a mute.

The figure in the leader glanced at it, snorted coldly, and combined the thumb of his left hand with force and made a "pop".

"The treasure of our organization, Mr. Marin, the dreamweaver, refused to fall into his dream again, and claimed that the subconscious protection of the investigation target was shown to be completely opened. The psychoanalysts in the training class were so dedicated!"

Several other figures read the documents, fell into a silence without saying a word, without a clear statement, and always retained their own attitude.

What else can the head figure do? Even if he is the host of the organization's internal supervision system, he cannot be so arbitrary that he takes a formal investigator to jail without any evidence.

"Continue to observe! Put him on the suspicious list!"

On the screen wall, not only are the scenes of junior investigator Yuri sleeping, but there are more than a dozen other suspicious objects, all of whom are members of the [Supernatural Event Investigation and Prevention Bureau].

The moment everyone was distracted and looked around, in the middle of the top of the screen wall, the white-haired old man wearing a pointed hat, and the target person with a strong scholar's aura swept over with a smile, as if he had seen through the invisible "Witcher's Eye".

His wise eyes penetrated the secret channels, and even came to this secret room, saw everyone present, and remembered their appearance.

In an instant, the man in the leader felt something was wrong. He was at a loss when he took off his clothes and stood alone in the snow. He burst into anger and glanced at everything around him, but found nothing abnormal.

Others were confused about the status quo, but at the critical moment, they believed in the intuition of the person in charge.

The man who was obviously the second-in-command of the internal supervision system of the organization was urged by his colleagues to join forces and asked casually: "What happened?"

The Inspector General has no evidence to prove his own guess and can only respond vaguely: "The goals of our monitoring and observation are not simple. We should naturally add anti-surveillance methods, whether it is scientific and technological levels or occult applications. If you make a report, I will be responsible for approval, and the budget will be sufficient!"

The second in commander trembled when he heard that the budget was enough, and immediately understood. It was time for you and me to be happy, and everyone was happy, and nodded firmly.

All the senior management or core personnel present in the system, with calm expressions on their faces, but very happy in their hearts. They feel that the organization is still very warm and always take the opportunity to compassionate with the people!

...

The next morning, the bell ringer from Orange County stepped on the precise pace of the pendulum and came to the bell tower, skillfully lowered the hammer, and quickly adjusted the height of the tether.

"时..." Accompanied by the crisp and pleasant bell, Orange County, which had been sleeping for a night, slowly woke up. The rising smoke from cooking was like a woman who was trying hard to stretch her body and yawned and breathed out.

Junior investigator Yuri woke up on time, before the bell rang, which was a good habit he developed in a demanding training class.

Getting out of bed, folding the quilt, washing up, and changing into the police uniform of the secret police hall. Feng Ji buckles pressing his thick neck and breathing is a little difficult.

Yuri thought about it and decided to wear casual clothes. After washing, she looked like a platy shirt, a slightly tight wool vest, a double-breasted tweed jacket on the outside, and a thick canvas trousers on the bottom. She chose dark blue, so even if it was dirty, it was not easy to see.

Boots are longer than the ankles, wrapped around the calf, and not yet reached the knee. They are commonly known as the internal welfare of two-thirds of the boots. They use the military boots, just like military boots that are durable, and the thick raw rubber boot soles are not simple at first glance.

In fact, there is a switchblade built into the front end of the boot, which can often turn around by surprise, as long as the heel is stepped on the mechanism with a specific rhythm.

At the end, as a gentleman with noble knight bloodline, a cane and top hat symbolizing identity is essential.

Yuri wanted to choose, but unfortunately, he just worked in the Orange County Secret Police Department not long ago and received his first internship salary of two pounds and six pounds. Before he could buy a gentleman's second cane and a second top hat.

Yuri had no choice but to remove the second-hand store from the hood rack, and cleaned the soft hat that was still stained, and pulled out the cane heirloom.

Yuri got up early and walked to the secret police station to use a free breakfast, which would save money on the next three Finneys' bus and at least five Finneys' butter bread.

On the long road of life, when taking advantage of the price, Yuri often throws away the gentleman's dignity and is not afraid of being embarrassed in front of others.

Yuri walked slowly on the hard road covered with sand and gravel, and repeatedly said to himself, "Save is a virtue!" and carried out benign psychological construction on himself.

Yuri had to walk too fast, after all, he had to give the chefs and nanny in the secret police hall enough time to make fire, knead dough, cook soup and prepare breakfast. The workload was not easy for dozens of people.

When the bells of Orange County rang seven times, Yuri, who had already arrived at the secret police hall, followed the good habits developed by the training class and slightly tidyed up and cleaned the office desks of the investigator colleagues.

The [Supernatural Incident Investigation and Prevention Bureau] affiliated to the secret police hall is currently only a standard operation team, with two chief and deputy captains, three senior investigators, three first-level investigators, and four junior investigators.

The twelve desks are divided into three rows and five rows. The front is the head and deputy captain, and there is a large blackboard in the middle. There are various tasks on it, most of which are small tasks for collecting intelligence or pre-tasks for large tasks.

In Yuri's impression, these trivial tasks appear quickly and disappear quickly, and rarely stay overnight.

Yuri glanced quickly and found that his investigation task was still there and had not been completed. He couldn't help but feel curious, and was just curious, and did not take it to his heart.

At 7:00 in the morning, the harsh noise of the cook's mother ringing the bell in the kitchen of the secret police hall sounded. Yuri continued to sweep her tail calmly, and wiped off the task she was responsible for with a wet rag wrung out of water.

"That's true!"

Yuri put down the rag, washed it carefully with water, poured out the dirty water, and walked slowly to the kitchen.

In the public cafeteria, Yuri noticed that there were not many uniforms in the secret police hall, only seven or eight were sparsely gathered together. Obviously, the group of people with a good income did not pay much attention to the free breakfast.

"You don't care, I care! I also want to save some money, change into a brand new outfit, or buy a dress for dinner!"

The cook's nanny's hands and feet were very quick, and it was Yuri's turn before she could wait.

Yuri was proud of eating the plate with breakfast as if she had just washed it, which was more than any praise to win the heart of the cook.

Seeing Yuri coming again, the cook's mother grabbed the horse spoon's right hand and reached into the steel jar, scooping out a large spoon of beef stewed with potatoes, all of which were half fat and half thin and soft and tender beef.

At this time, the cook's nanny stopped shaking her hands, straightened her tongue, and her mouth became nimble.

"Little Yuri, eat more!"
Chapter completed!