Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 67, Section 24: Not Understanding Her Heart

The time soon came to afternoon.

—Police officer's office. Desk—

He Ye looked at the clock and saw that it was already six o'clock, the time to leave work in the evening. His colleagues around him were already getting restless, some were tidying up their desks, and some were organizing documents.

He Ye put down his black pen and finished writing his work log for the day. The phone in front of him had only rang twice, once at 11 a.m. and once at 5 p.m. The one at 5 p.m. was actually a wrong number dialed by a citizen – it was originally meant for the security department.

To be honest, the work is very easy, no wonder everyone here seems to be slacking off.

In peacetime, the intelligence officers would receive two or three phone calls a day, and if they had a lead, they would go out and investigate for a few hours before going home (after all, there was no espionage activity during that period). If they didn't have a lead, they would just sit in the office and slack off. How easy was that?

The situation has been turbulent for the past two months.

Laziness has become the norm. Some people work hard, while others slack off. It is always the person who is noble, not the profession.

He Ye also truly experienced the atmosphere of the police officer's office. He sat there all day and hardly anyone spoke to him. Perhaps he had offended that hook-nosed sergeant in the morning, or perhaps everyone just didn't have anything in common with him, the newcomer.

The only people he spoke to were the other officers in his group, and the conversation was about the topic from that morning—they asked He Ye if he had been coerced into saying those things, since he had been "interrupted" before he could finish speaking.

He Ye maintained the same viewpoint as in the morning.

Then they didn't talk anymore. The officers in the same group went back to their seats to work, probably wondering to themselves whether it was true or not.

Seeing this, He Ye felt a little sorry for Lolis. It seemed that not many people here understood her. Even if they did understand and agree with what she said, her actions were too naive and unpleasant. Meanwhile, she herself gave people the impression of being someone to be trifled with, leading to such strained interpersonal relationships.

But then again.

He Ye felt confused. What did her behavior in the morning mean? Logically speaking, anyone should feel happy, after all, someone stood up to refute her when she was being slandered.

But she didn't seem happy.
Unnatural gait, a slightly stiff voice, and a hurried departure with head down—Ears gradually turning red—were not noticed by He Ye, so she was a little confused.

Thinking back to when I first reported to the police station, Loris said in the police car that she didn't like being judged... Could it be that this touched a nerve with her?
An unpredictable personality.

As He Ye was pondering this, someone walked into the office.

The officers who were off duty had already packed up and left one after another; at this time, only a few people would arrive.

Auxiliary officer Riley rubbed his eyes and walked over, waving a note in his hand—he had been sleeping in the police station dormitory since 4 p.m. and had only just woken up, remembering that he hadn't submitted his work log for the day.

This morning I was moving things in the logistics department, and there were other people from the National Security Bureau there; in the afternoon I went to the support department, and then came back at four o'clock and have been sleeping until now.

This is what he does for today.

What's noteworthy is that he was accompanied by a female police officer. The young woman had a military rank, wore the uniform of the logistics department, had chestnut hair in pigtails, and looked very lively.

"You haven't gotten off work yet?"

Rayleigh walked over to He Ye's side, placed the logbook on Loris's desk, and then casually asked while pressing down with his pen.

He Ye also put the diary over: "Didn't I just finish writing this?"

"Shall we go out for dinner together?" Rayleigh invited, seeing this. "I know a good restaurant."

He Ye remembered that he had things to do that evening, so he declined. He had to go to Monica's psychiatric clinic and buy some things on the way, so he would be delayed from having dinner with Rayleigh.

While the two were talking, the chestnut-haired policewoman next to them wasn't idle either. She looked at Loris's desk with a curious gaze, and then interrupted the conversation:
"Is this where Loris is? Do you know when she'll be back?"

Their conversation was interrupted, but they had covered most of the points. Rayleigh then glanced at He Ye without speaking, because he didn't know the specifics of Loris's situation.

He Ye, sitting in his office, should know better than he does.

He Ye seemed to take a liking to her, glancing at her a few times to see if she was a friend of Lolis, and then answered tactfully:

"I don't know, she's quite busy with work."

“Hahahaha.” Nitil laughed. “You just love working overtime, don’t you?”

He Ye knew this was a genuine acquaintance, and couldn't help but chuckle at the reply. They chatted for a while before leaving, as everyone had their own things to do after get off work.

He Ye and Lei Li walked side by side; he was going to eat while Lei Ye was going home. They could still travel together on this journey.

After the two auxiliary police officers left.

There were other people in the office, mostly officers from Group Four.

Nitil sat in Loris's seat, resting her chin on her hand and looking at the others. Some people noticed her, but no one spoke to her.

Is this the scenery she usually sees...?

Feeling a bit tired while looking at her, he rested his head on her desk, like taking a nap. He could almost smell a hint of Loris's scent, which made Nytil grin and chuckle, completely mesmerized.

Then, a few minutes later, he was caught by the person in question.

"Huh... what are you doing here?" Loris was clearly caught off guard.

Nitil thought she would be back later, so she sat up and smiled, "I just happened to be nearby, so I came to see you."

“I’m very busy with work…” Loris replied curtly, standing to the side organizing the documents she had brought over. “I have other things to do later.”

"How about we have dinner together? I have something I want to tell you~" Nitil teased with a smile, reciting the story as if it were a familiar tale, twirling her index finger near her cheek, "Do you remember Galina? You know, the one you didn't get along with at Bridge St. Di High School? She's been bragging about finding a handsome boyfriend lately, hahaha, guess how long it'll be before she breaks up with him again..."

After Nitil finished speaking, she covered her mouth and laughed lightly, even leaning back in her chair as she laughed.

But as she was talking, she noticed Loris.

"Hey, what do you think of me?..."

Nitil keenly noticed Lorris's difference; she listened silently to her own speech while glancing at a work log.

Then his expression subtly changed.

She raised her eyes cautiously.

Looking around, it seemed he was certain that someone was no longer there.

Then I came to my senses—

"What's wrong?" Loris asked.

"Is something making you happy?" Nitil asked, her eyes already shining!

Loris was even more caught off guard. She put the reports into the drawer, her ears turning red, revealing her inner turmoil, but her face remained serious as she quickly left.

"That's ridiculous. I'm not going to play along with you. I really have things to do, unlike you who have so much free time."

"Haha, you can't hide it from me! Something's definitely up!"

Nitil quickly caught up, wrapped her arms around Loris's waist and pulled her close, just like when they used to play around at school, her hands already starting to grope her haphazardly.

Lorice's face turned visibly red. This was an office, and there were police officers around. She usually maintained a dignified demeanor—because only in this way would these people not look down on her, who had only been there for two months but was already a sergeant.

"Let go, you idiot!"

"Hahaha, I'm sorry Rose, don't be mad at me."

A police officer next to me subtly adjusted his glasses, embarrassed to look any longer.

……

—Northern Street Psychological Clinic—

As evening approached, a gentle sea breeze blew.

The crimson sunset gradually touched the sea, forming a perfect circle with its reflection; seagulls perched on wooden stakes, preening their feathers with their beaks, while workers dropped anchor for the moored ships.

He Ye, who was walking out of a grocery store near the dock, happened to see this scene and thought it must be almost seven o'clock.

I glanced at my watch; it was 6:42.

He had already gone home to change his clothes, and then came to Northern Street and bought some things—carrying sketching paper and pencils in his left hand, several bottles of strong liquor in his right hand, and even a bottle of red wine under his arm.

As for their uses...

The paper and pen used for sketching are for accurately drawing blueprints.

In his reply that morning, Mark asked him to get the interior blueprints of the opera house and the royal restaurant. Coincidentally, He Ye and Loris had seen these two architectural blueprints when they went into the archives that day and had already memorized them.

The bottles of wine he was carrying were a promise from the past.

After all, when they first met, He Ye said he would bring wine if he came back to visit. Last time, things happened so suddenly that he didn't have time to prepare, so he naturally had to be prepared this time.

After walking for more than ten minutes, I arrived at the mental health clinic.

By this time, it was already dark, and the aroma of food filled the air.

He Ye pushed open the door and entered. "Ding-a-ling."

The psychological clinic was quiet. Monica was reading on the sofa when she saw He Ye come over and frowned slightly because the two bags he was carrying looked like they were from a family visit.

He Ye greeted, "Is Mark there?"

Monica snapped out of her daze: "Second floor."

So He Ye walked briskly up to the second floor, but stopped in the hallway and turned to Monica, asking:

What time do you eat?

“…?” Monica had already stood up and was about to go to the kitchen to put on her apron and cook when she was asked this question.

“Soon, what’s wrong?” Monica asked.

"Uh...it's nothing, just asking casually." He Ye hadn't eaten dinner yet, and left with a smile.

Monica had come to her senses and realized that they might need to add another set of chopsticks and bowls. She thought to herself that he was really having an easy time... But since he was no longer in the team, he couldn't see those demanding tasks, so he naturally wouldn't feel any pressure.

Meanwhile, on He Ye's side...

When he arrived on the second floor, he passed several rooms. Monica didn't tell him the exact location, so he had to find his way by feeling and sound. The first room was Lawrence's, but he was probably recovering from his injury, so he didn't want to disturb him.

The second room?
I pushed the door open and took a look.

White curtains swayed in front of me, and the street scene facing the sea came into view. The second-floor window offered a glimpse of the pier, where the sun was gradually setting in the west.

Two hand puppets were placed side by side on the writing desk by the window.

The room seemed to have been uninhabited for several days, with a familiar, faint fragrance, and the few decorations inside made it feel empty.

The light streaming through the window illuminated the dust particles floating in the air.

Once she realized whose room it was, she immediately closed the door. He Ye was a little puzzled; why were those two hand puppets there? Shouldn't they be in Monica's room, since they were there to treat her insomnia?

Just as I was thinking this, someone came out of the washroom in the corridor.

Mark flicked the water droplets off his hands:
"Leon? What are you doing?"

He Ye turned around and said awkwardly, "I was looking for you, but I couldn't find you... So you were in there."

Around noon, He Ye left the police station and went to Narcissus Street to deliver a message to Mark, telling him that she would contact him in the afternoon to arrange a place. Fortunately, this allowed her to have a quick lunch.

When he returned home in the afternoon, he saw the code at his doorstep and came here.

Mark hesitated, then said, "I thought you meant something else..."

"What could I possibly mean?" He Ye asked, puzzled, as he lifted the wine bag. "I brought it for you, as we agreed before."

Mark was a little surprised: "That's really a kind gesture... but is the intelligence accurate?"

"Of course there are," He Ye reassured him.

The two entered the inner room. Duncan was lighting a cigarette and deep in thought. He Ye was not surprised by his presence because Mark said that this intelligence was exactly what he needed.

After exchanging greetings, He Ye began talking with Duncan.

He Ye: "Long time no see."

Duncan: "I saw him just two days ago."

Well, he really has no sense of humor.

He Ye recalled the blueprints in his mind and accurately copied them onto this piece of paper.

Duncan also understood the general internal structure, staring at the drawings in his mind. Today he was visiting the National Opera as a tourist. It was more difficult to arrange for the restaurant to only serve ambassadors and members of the royal family, as reservations were required.

As for Mark—

He was already carefully savoring the wine.

"His~~~"

The opera house blueprints were completed in about ten minutes, during which time various details were confirmed and discussed. He Ye then showed them to Duncan, who looked at them carefully and remarked:

"Having an undercover agent is really great."

However, thinking about his recent doubts, Duncan's expression became gloomy again—a mixture of emotions.

Mark leaned closer, stroking his chin in admiration: "Well done."

Then I finished drawing the second one and gave it to him.

He Ye was a little surprised, because the two of them hadn't talked much about the organization's affairs throughout the whole time, so much so that He Ye didn't know why they wanted these blueprints—his current status was that of an outsider, and it would be a bit awkward for him to ask.

Most importantly, he didn't really want to get involved in this; it would be so much better for him to just retire like this…

That's enough help we can provide.

"By the way, how long are you planning to stay undercover?"

Mark then asked a question, seemingly concerned about He Ye's retirement, but no longer inviting He Ye back as before.

He Ye casually said, "Four more days—it will end next Tuesday."

"That was really short-lived," Duncan said with a hint of regret.

What a great undercover agent.

But he didn't say much, because He Ye was Mark's man, and he already knew the whole story.

But at this moment—

The door was pushed open, and Lawrence stood silently in the doorway, saying:

"Can't we stay in hiding a little longer?"

His words left Duncan and Mark speechless for a moment; these were their true feelings, as they could help their side.

But they won't say it out loud, because it also involves risks and personal feelings.

He Ye was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't know either."

Lawrence continued, "A delegation will be visiting Country A next month, and it's important that we understand their police deployment in Grelli. This morning at nine o'clock, a telegram from CORE was about—"

"Okay, okay, that's enough, stop!" Mark quickly interrupted, looking flustered as if trying to cover something up.

Duncan coughed and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Lawrence paused for a moment, then nodded as if remembering something and said, "Monica asked me to come up and call you for dinner. If you've finished discussing things, you can come down now. Dinner is beef stew with peas and mashed potatoes, along with some vegetables."

After saying that, he prepared to close the door.

However, he added one more sentence before leaving.

"If possible, I hope you will continue to go undercover."

As soon as he finished speaking, the conversation resumed, subtly, even though he had already left. Perhaps this action was a bit stiff, but Lawrence didn't care about such social niceties.

"Then... shall we go down for dinner?"

Mark looked at Duncan and winked.

It seems that neither of them wants to bring this up in front of me.

Seeing this, He Ye didn't ask any questions. She just sighed softly, her eyes looking down with a hint of confusion, but she quickly looked up and regained her composure.

Afterwards, the five of them had a sumptuous dinner downstairs.

This is a rare opportunity for a get-together.

Monica, wearing thick blue wool gloves, carried the beef and pea dish to the table; Duncan, a little reserved with a cigarette in his mouth, was pulled to sit down by Mark; Lawrence, an expressionless waiter, was helping to serve the dishes.

He Ye was the last one to sit down.

The dishes before me were plentiful, fragrant, and tempting in color.

It's as if nothing just happened.

The only time we had was when we had a rare get-together, sharing drinks and conversation, and the five of us together.

(End of this chapter)