Enforcer's Handbook

After a busy morning, Song Lan finally got a chance to rest.

When he returned to the consortium hospital, an unexpected figure appeared in front of him.

"Old...Mo Lian!"

This weird title immediately diverted Jasmine's attention to Song Lan.

Old Mo Lian?

What is this called?

Mo Lian looks like she is only twenty-four or five years old. She is in the best situation of her life. She has nothing to do with "old".

She couldn't help but ask, "Do you know each other?"

"We know her. We met in the store before. She just passed the selection that day. It's a day worth celebrating."

Mo Lian nodded, agreeing with Song Lan's statement. She corrected, "But my name is Mo Lian, not Lao Mo Lian."

She even gouged out Song Lan when Jasmine wasn't paying attention - sooner or later she would have to correct this stupid bird's habit of adding "老" in front of other people's last names.

"The examination is complete. Your physical condition is normal and there are no signs of injury."

Jasmine looked at the two of them with strange eyes, then continued her unfinished work. She put her palm on Lu Xiang's wrist and extended her psychic energy into the other person's body. "There is no hidden danger of disease, and the cardiopulmonary function is very good." healthy."

"But……"

Lu Xiang frowned his delicate eyebrows and said in a soft voice, "After the martial arts performance, I have been feeling tight in the chest and have some headaches. I feel groggy all over."

Song Lan was stunned by the scene in front of her.

He felt that the sun must have risen in the west today, and the dignified Director Lu actually pretended to be sick in front of him, using his usual lines!

He admitted that Lu Xiang had indeed learned something about the field of malingering.

Hearing this, Jasmine's expression became a little more serious. She recalled the unknown energy that emerged from Kane's body. Until now, she still couldn't confirm whether it was spiritual energy or some other substance. She couldn't do it with the spiritual energy she was familiar with. Directly mutate living humans into other species.

When she returned to the hospital, she took a cursory glance at the examination report from the consortium doctor.

All the above test results show that Kane can no longer be called a human being. Although he still barely maintains his human form, inside the armor, he has completely transformed into another species unknown to them.

Considering this, she said to Lu Xiang, "Then you can stay with me for observation for a few days."

"Um."

Lu Xiang nodded weakly, and at the same time made a scissor gesture towards Song Lan behind his back.

As the saying goes, great teachers make great disciples, and Song Lan's skill in pretending to be sick has reached such an advanced level that even a six-star rescuer who specializes in medical treatment can't tell the difference.

However, Song Lan has a different view on this.

Based on his understanding of Jasmine, the girl with a high emotional intelligence said she was a kind-hearted person. If she said that she had a lower emotional intelligence, she would be the most easily deceived type. He suspected that Jasmine had not been recruited by the coalition government because of her status as a six-star rescuer. Protected by counterintelligence, she was feared to be a direct victim of the rampant wire fraud in recent years.

Even δ complained more than once that Jasmine trusts others too easily.

Jasmine didn't know what Song Lan was thinking at the moment. All she could think about was the next work. She also needed to check on Kane's condition in person.

"Since you two know each other, let's stay here and chat for now. I still have some work to do."

Before leaving, she warned her uneasily, "Don't come to the third floor. I'll come down to you when I'm done."

…

The two sat on the benches in the corridor, one on the left and the other on the right. It wasn't until Jasmine's footsteps could no longer be heard that Song Lan asked, "Why did you suddenly think of pretending to be sick?"

"This is the most direct way to sneak into the inner city."

She was one of the direct participants in the martial arts performance. The moment she was shocked by Kane gave her an excuse to pretend to be ill. Otherwise, according to the regulations of the Knights of Winter, after the canonization ceremony, she would soon be responsible for the outside of the castle. For defense work, recruits like her may even be sent outside the castle to take charge of chores outside.

To understand it in terms of the law enforcement system, newcomers are often assigned first priority to manage traffic security or maintain street security, which are the most difficult and tiring jobs.

This is true in any industry, so she made a decisive decision and decided to pretend to be sick to sneak into the inner city.

"And I happened to hear some rumors about you."

"About me?"

"The servants all say that the head maid is very fond of you and always flirts with you."

Who are these?

The servants of the Iris Consortium were a hundred times more gossipy than he imagined, and some groundless rumors could become widespread among them.

But Song Lan didn't have the position to rebuke them for a while.

When he originally instructed Night Heron and artificial intelligence to spread Master Frantin's remarks about Jet Lord, he reaped the benefits of the servants' gossip mentality, and now it feels like retribution.

"Apart from the head maid, they said Isabel and even Mrs. Carida are interested in you."

"Rumors, pure rumors!"

Song Lan spoke sternly, "Lao Lu, you know me. Do you think I am the kind of energetic person?"

"That's true."

The soul questioning from Song Lan successfully convinced Lu Xiang, and according to her observation, the workload of the Gilvis family's royal chef was much greater than that of Song Lan's usual department, and she was a little afraid that Song Lan would be exhausted.

After all, Song Lan has never been good at physical strength.

"So, how could I..."

"Da da da."

The sound of high heels hitting the floor interrupted Song Lan. The two of them followed the sound and put on maid uniforms. The head maid wearing white stockings and black high heels was walking towards them from the second floor.

The head maid's complexion improved a lot, and she put on exquisite makeup.

Her eyes flickered between Song Lan and Lu Xiang for a moment, and she asked curiously, "Do you know each other?"

She recognized this new recruit named Mo Lian.

As the head maid, she has the obligation to know the identity of every new recruit who may enter the castle.

"We know each other, maybe. We met once in the restaurant before. She was injured while performing martial arts. I came to express my condolences to her."

"Speaking of condolences, I haven't thanked you for the breakfast yet."

The head maid's tone was a little lower, and her eyes became much softer for a while, "Thank you, the noodles are delicious, and I feel warm after eating them."

As she spoke, the afternoon light shone into the hospital corridor, and a blush appeared on her face. This was originally a warm scene, but Song Lan seemed to hear the sound of lightning and thunder.

No, head maid.

You just keep talking, why are you blushing!

Lu Xiang, who had his face turned sideways, gave him a gentle look, which seemed to express approval to him.

——"You are quite good at making girls blush."

With their tacit understanding, Song Lan immediately understood the meaning in Lu Xiang's eyes.

"What, to celebrate your recovery and to wish Mo Lian a speedy recovery, I will show you my hand again."

Faced with this crisis-ridden scene, Song Lan made a prompt decision and decided to adopt a strategic retreat strategy.

The two of them did not stop him, and he ignored the fatigue accumulated from just finishing a banquet. He stood up and strode out of the hospital, heading straight for the kitchen.

However, as soon as he went out, a tall figure blocked him.

During this meeting, the man took off his knight armor. He was as tall as a hill. The arm that had been swallowed by the two-headed dog was restored to its original state. His right eye, which was penetrated by scars, was staring at him gloomily.

"You broke your appointment."

"Yes, I broke the appointment."

Song Lan decisively admitted, "Lord, have you ever heard of such a saying? There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, but turning back is the end."

"Ridiculous."

The Scarlet Lord sneered. He did not expect that a mere chef would dare to break the agreement with him. "Compared with this, you should remember the agreement between us and the consequences of breaking the agreement."

The exchange of glances between the two lasted for nearly ten seconds. The scarlet lord suddenly smiled, and his scarred face looked as ugly as ever, "I heard that you want to express condolences to the patient. That's just right. I heard that you are very popular outside." You are famous, but I haven’t had a chance to taste your craftsmanship yet.”

Song Lan couldn't help but look at the Scarlet Lord with surprised eyes.

This reckless man is really not afraid of poisoning his food.

After a long time, he nodded and said, "I understand."

Song Lan prepared this consolation meal for nearly an hour. In addition to secretly thinking about countermeasures, he also thought that Lu Xiang had not had the chance to taste his craftsmanship for two days after arriving in the second area. I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to get used to the synthetic fast food of the knights.

Coincidentally, the ingredients he asked the artificial intelligence to help order early in the morning were also delivered.

When he returned to the hospital with a steaming meal of sympathy, Lu Xiang and the head maid were sitting side by side. The atmosphere between the two seemed to be much more relaxed than he imagined. When he got closer, they were talking about what happened during today's martial arts performance. .

Sounds like an emotionally unrelated work meeting.

When hearing about the current situation of the eldest lady, the head maid pursed her lips and smiled.

"Here you go, steaming pig's feet noodles!"

Song Lan waited for the right moment and handed two bowls of freshly cooked pork knuckle noodles to the two of them, "Eat it while it's hot to avoid the noodles getting stuck together."

This is one of Lu Xiang's favorite foods. In the past, when she didn't have much time to eat, she would ask Song Lan to help her prepare a bowl of steaming pig's feet noodles.

She held the steaming bowl, and the dense heat obscured the expression on her face.

The smell of meat soon filled the corridors of the hospital.

This scene also happened to fall in the eyes of the Scarlet Lord. The person who had threatened him several times actually walked towards him shamelessly and shamelessly extended his hand to him, "Where is my condolence meal?"

"it's here."

As a chef, Song Lan would naturally not be able to watch others starve, even if they were enemies.

"This is yours, a bowl of noodles."

"...a bowl of noodles?"

The Scarlet Lord looked at the clear soup in the bowl, and then secretly compared the condolence meal between the head maid and Lu Xiang. The difference was too obvious.

"Are you kidding me?"

A trace of anger welled up in his heart.

"How could it be? I have been cooking this bowl of noodles carefully for an hour."

Song Lan explained his superb skills to the other party. He was intoxicated and his tone was full of piety for food like a seeker. "First, I boiled the water in the pot to 100 degrees to make this bowl of noodles." The temperature must be controlled accurately. At the right time, the essence of wheat flour and protein is poured into the pot. Then I place it in the boiled water and cook it for 7749 minutes. After all preparations Take it out a quarter of an hour before it is ready and place it in clear, warm water."

The scarlet lord's face stiffened.

He didn't know anything about cooking, but Song Lan's description sounded inscrutable.

"All this is to ensure that it can be presented in front of you in its current appearance. Don't underestimate a bowl of noodles. This is a work of ingenuity that is full of my hard work. Even if it is a minute early, it will show another kind of noodles." A completely different attitude... Yes, a bowl of noodles is not enough to describe it all. To be precise, I call it a 'bowl of lumpy noodles'."

Song Lan finally showed a smile, "Eat quickly, the noodles have been lumpy for a long time."

Small theater one hundred and seven:

Thursday, a certain day, a certain year, a certain month, in the afternoon.

It was the day to board the ship. Song Lan followed the large troops and entered the interior of this magnificent starship.

For the development of human spaceflight, he finally gave up his rest time and let his name be included in the accompanying list.

The staff of the foundation were telling them the precautions for this long interstellar journey, while their wide-eyed eyes were staring at Lu Xiang.

He felt he had been cheated.

Lu Xiang was wearing the same suit as usual today, a suit from the counter-intelligence department, and when he looked around, he found that everyone was dressed normally.

"What, are you unhappy?"

Lu Xiang calmly reached the last row of the team, and took Song Lan into one of the small compartments of the starship while others were not paying attention.

She smiled playfully.

Song Lan now looked like an eggplant battered by frost, which made her laugh a little.

"Can you be happy about this? I suspect that I have encountered a telecommunications fraud!"

I thought that Song Lan, a wise man, was eventually defeated by telecommunications fraud and ended up with an unknown end in his later years!

"Who defrauded you, I will help you catch her."

Lu Xiang chuckled and asked knowingly.

"Head of Counterintelligence."

"Why did she lie to you?"

"You know how to deceive me."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Under Song Lan's angry gaze, Lu Xiang suddenly bent down slowly and lifted up his trouser legs in front of him, and the small cubicle fell silent.

She chuckled lightly and asked again, "Why didn't you say anything? Do you want to touch me?"