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"Okay, I understand. From now on, you will be working with Hoshiguma."

“Yes.” An Xin nodded.

“Let’s go, newbie.” Hoshiguma stood up. “Our mission is not easy.”

The two left one after the other, and Chen Huijie glanced at the report that An Xin handed over.

"He actually managed to finish it."

Chapter Nineteen: Release from Prison

Two weeks later, at the Imperial Guard building.

A ray of sunlight shone into the street; it was still a bit chilly in the early morning, and pedestrians were all wearing coats.

An Xin was no exception; she was wearing a Guard Bureau uniform and sitting in the shop eating rice noodle rolls.

When they were eating their fourth serving, Hoshiguma arrived, sat down directly opposite Anxin, and raised an eyebrow.

"Aren't you on holiday today?"

"Come pick someone up," An Xin said casually.

For the past two weeks, Anxin has been running around with Xingxiong, and they've become quite familiar with each other.

Although he could only see Chen Huijie a few times, he had plenty of work to do, and this sense of fulfillment made him feel like he was back in the time before he transmigrated.

The injury to his right arm has completely healed, and his life force has returned to eleven points, but has permanently decreased by four points.

It's likely that gluttony played a significant role in this; otherwise, it might not have even reached eleven o'clock.

Anxin only had one injection of his inhibitor left. He wanted to contact warfarin, but he didn't have the money.

He sighed, looked at Hoshiguma across from him, hesitated for a moment. He had originally wanted to borrow some money from her, but after thinking about it, he decided against it.

I can't open my mouth.

Sister Gui ate one serving and then went to work. After An Xin finished eating, she paid the bill and went to the prison.

Walking along the long white corridor, passing some cells filled with the wailing of ghosts and howls of demons, and turning this corner, I saw that familiar smiling face.

"Officer An! You're too early. I just had breakfast. Come pick me up later, and you can get lunch for free. Why don't you come back later?"

Hearing An Suo's words, An Xin was both amused and exasperated. His treatment as a police officer was even worse than that of a criminal.

Although the Guard Bureau provides meal subsidies, there is no free canteen. An Xin's food expenses have been increasing recently, and her level two gluttony is hard to satisfy.

He looked at An Suo and asked, "Shall I come back to pick you up later?"

"Okay, sure!" she nodded.

"See you this afternoon."

An Xin said goodbye to her.

Since I'm already at the Guard Bureau, I might as well take a vacation and do some clerical work.

He first sent a message to Warfarin, offering to do what he could while he waited.

Rhode Island, medical department.

The soft lighting illuminated the room brightly but not glaringly. Most of the medical staff were conducting experiments, and when Kal'tsit was not around, Warfarin was in charge.

She was conducting blood tests, moving nimbly between several machines.

"Drip, drip."

The sudden news made Warfarin's hand tremble, and she added a few more drops of catalyst. There was no exaggerated performance like in the game or animation, but the entire experiment was still ruined.

She was shivering, revealing two sharp teeth, clearly a little angry, and pulled out her phone with a grim expression.

Who would message her at this hour?!

"Can inhibitors be purchased on credit?" — This message comes from Anxin.

Warfarin paused for a moment, her anger vanished instantly, and she revealed a sly smile, which surprised the others, especially Gavial, who was somewhat bewildered.

Generally, if someone interrupts her experiment and causes it to fail, Dr. Warfarin will have a gloomy face until the experiment succeeds.

Why is she laughing like a lovesick woman today, with a hint of cunning, somewhat like her kinsman Kroos?

Dr. Warfarin's fingers danced across the communicator, her smile growing wider.

She replied to An Xin with a message, "You can't pay on credit. You'll have to pay off your debt with your body."

"You want blood?" An Xin replied.

Warfarin: "What do you think?"

An Xin: "All is fine."

Warfarin: "How many do you want?"

An Xin: "At least three."

Warfarin paused, still vivid in her mind what had happened two weeks ago when she was hung on the bridge—just three inhibitors.

She shrugged and replied.

See you at the bar tonight.

"Okay, see you tonight." An Xin turned off her phone and continued working until the afternoon.

During this time, Hoshiguma and Chen Huijie, who were passing by the office, stopped in the office for a while.

Both of them saw An Xin, but only paused for a moment before leaving the police station.

“An Xin has performed very well recently. She is hardworking and patient, and she always comes up with unique insights into cases. It’s just that her strength is a little weak, which is not consistent with her performance in the physical test at the beginning.”

Hoshiguma gave a fair assessment: "He's really not the spoiled brat you described."

"Is that so?" Chen Huijie only gave him a little trouble at the beginning, but it was nothing at all.

She stroked her chin. "It doesn't matter. At least he can do his job. Now we'll see how he reacts when he's really facing the bandits."

“You’re being too demanding of the newcomer,” Hoshiguma shrugged. “How about giving him some more time?”

“You’re just too easygoing,” Chen Huijie retorted.

"But to be fair, this kid's skills are no less than those of an ordinary police officer, but his lightning magic is really impressive, and that peach wood sword is quite cool, giving me a feeling of the Great Flame Wind." Hoshiguma said as he walked, but then noticed that Chen Huijie had stopped.

She looked at Hoshiguma, "What peach wood sword?"

"Oh, Anxin's staff is a peach wood sword, didn't you know?" Hoshiguma was a little puzzled.

"Is that so?" Chen Huijie suppressed her surprise, but her usually sullen face changed, and the look of astonishment in her eyes was not so easily suppressed.

Coincidence, it must be a coincidence.

She consoled herself with this thought, after all, the timeline didn't match up, and it was very likely that it just ended up in his hands, and it might not even be a peach wood sword.

The two figures gradually disappeared into the corridor of the Guard Bureau. An Xin was unaware that the two had been there and kept her head down as she worked.

After lunch, he personally went to pick up the person who was released from prison. She was still all smiles. It seemed that after spending some time in prison, not only had her skin become whiter and she had gained some weight, but even her clothes had become cleaner.

I never imagined that the living conditions in prison would be better than those of children in the slums.

He earns 20,000 yuan a month, which wouldn't be enough for him to live on if Warfarin hadn't accepted his blood donation.

Even if he wanted to do something for the children in the slums, it would be a drop in the ocean. To completely solve the problem of the slums, he would have to become a senior superintendent, Chen Huijie would have to become the governor, and Wei Yanwu would have to step down.

There's only a tiny, sliver of a possibility.

To solve the problem of these children, the very young should be sent to school, the older ones should be given a job to support themselves, and the same applies to the other migrant workers. As long as people can have a job to support their families, most people will not commit crimes, except for some born criminals and desperados.

An Xin knew that solving the problem of the slums was not something that could be done overnight, not to mention that many people in the slums suffered from Oripathy.

Ordinary residents will discriminate against those infected, and will not give them job opportunities.

Solving these problems will be a long and difficult journey.

An Xin shook her head, no longer thinking about these unrealistic problems; her vision was too far ahead.

He sent Ansuo back to the slums, went home to prepare, and got ready to go to the bar that evening.

Once he gets a month's supply of inhibitors, he plans to start the second game.

Chapter Twenty: Vampire

Late at night, on the edge of the Lungmen working-class district, close to the slums, the neon lights lost their luster. Only the moon and stars treated everyone equally, shining even in the worst of places.

With its warm orange lighting and a few scattered customers, this bar has a distinctly Japanese atmosphere. Even the owner is dressed in a blue shirt and chatting with the customers.

An Xin ordered two drinks: one was the Bloody Mary that Warfarin had ordered last time, and the other was a Water Cut.

About ten minutes later, the man in the black robe arrived at the bar as agreed and sat down opposite An Xin.

"Long time no see, Anxin."

"It's been half a month." He picked up his cup and took a sip. "Where's what I asked for?"