Daejeon District, the headquarters of the Island Supernatural Office, and the terrifying emerging violent agency are directly responsible to the cabinet.

As soon as she returned to the Supernatural Hall, Shiroshima Kiyomi's brows frowned. This was her normal behavior at work.

The headquarters of the Supernatural Hall is very grand. Although the entire building is not a building that falls into the sky due to the frequent earthquakes and earthquake resistance costs in the island country. It is not so grand from the outside, but it is different when you walk in.

The floor of precious stone is repeatedly dragged and wiped every day, which is smooth and meticulous. In the seemingly ordinary hall, there is actually murderous intent. Even the reception desk is not young women, but young people with serious faces. Under the cabinet at the front desk, it may be that there are no visiting information, but live ammunition guns.

People wearing suits or black uniforms come and go, with shiny leather shoes clattering on the ground and making noises, and the dense footsteps seem to step on people's hearts. The extremely depressing atmosphere is worthy of the title of Supernatural Hall.

Seeing the young and beautiful young and beautiful Kiyomi Shuangdao, the men at the headquarters lowered their heads or said hello weakly.

"Good morning, Shuangdao Police Chief."

“Frost Island…”

Elite women in the workplace in the island country are too rare, and once women who can stand out from gender discrimination and performance competition pass through this big screen, it is destined to mean that their personality is full of resilience and strong desire for control.

So it is not that a strong woman can become a leader with a tough personality, but that the screen of work has chosen such a woman.

This choice of screening in turn strengthens the inherent impression of women in the workplace, an infinite cycle like death.

As soon as he returned to his exclusive office, Shuangdao Qingmei immediately started working. All kinds of documents were neatly managed by the secretary, and seemed to be piled up like a mountain, but in fact, they all had a special charm in Shuangdao Qingmei's eyes.

"Sheriff."

The secretary opened the door and walked into a subordinate of the Qingmei Department of Shuangdao, a man, the Mediterranean.

This is actually in his thirties this year, but he looks like he is in his forties and is facing the Mediterranean Sea, which is far more than thirty years old. With every glance he raises his eyes, his hairline keeps struggling.

My stomach was always sticking out my proud beer belly, and I didn't pay attention to the wrinkled skin that I kept, and tried hard to shave but was always unclean. The stubble grew tenaciously, as if I was middle-aged, only this stubble was still hard.

This is a middle-aged man suitable for appearing in izakayas, streets at night, subways crowded with people, and detention centers, rather than in a supernatural hall full of righteousness.

It was like a husky crawling into the wolf pack, and it was out of place in terms of its eyes.

"sit."

My grandson Liang sat timidly opposite Qingmei, Shuangdao, and didn't dare to let out a sigh. He was a full-time workplace turtle.

"Shuangdao Police Chief..."

The trembling accent also shows my grandson Liang's turtle posture. Such a good person who will not offend anyone will even be bullied to death in the workplace!

"My grandson Liang, I will give you a new mission this time." Shuangdao Qingmei narrowed her eyes, and her cold and cold temperament emanated from her body.

It’s worthy of being my grandson Liang, and there are no flaws on the surface!

My grandson Liang, who was sitting in front of me, had a little bad image and temperament, but he was a business elite in the Supernatural Hall, good at following and infiltrating investigations.

It is precisely this ordinary image of a frustrated middle-aged man that allows my grandson Liang to stand out among the infiltrated search officers. After all, no one cares and doubts this ordinary guy.

My grandson Liang has reached the pinnacle of his job as a frustrated middle-aged man!

It seems that he is really a promising young man who once had lofty ambitions. Later, he failed in reality and drunk all day long, becoming an ordinary frustrated middle-aged man!

"Adachi District, Adachi High School, Mizuno Sora."

As he said that, Kiyomi Shuangdao pushed Mizuno's information to my grandson Liang.

My grandson Liang was shocked and let his body backwards, holding his nose, and even breathing the air around Shuangdao Qingmei, for fear that his boss would have a bad impression of him, so he took this information with respect.

"Police... Police Chief... Is this Sora Mizuno... anything special?"

My grandson Liang showed a pug-like smile, stretched out his tongue, shook his head, and tried hard to understand his superior's will.

"What's special..." Kiyomi Shuangdao pondered for a moment, but she couldn't tell what's special about Mizuno. After all, she had investigated it once before. Judging from her resume, Mizuno Sora can only be said to be a talented high school student at most.

However, in terms of the total population of more than 100 million island countries, although the probability of being gifted is small, it can be calculated based on the denominator that there are not many talents.

"You can check it out yourself. This is just a person I personally think I should pay attention to. Of course, it may also be my illusion..."

Shuangdao Qingmei said it mysteriously. My grandson Liang kept nodding, not knowing whether he understood it or pretended if he didn't understand it.

Looking at his skillful attitude of flipping through information, he should be able to understand the attitude of Shiroshima Qingmei's metaphysics.

This attitude makes people feel slippery and unreliable.

Qingmei is still assigning tasks to her subordinates, and the upper bureaucrats of the Supernatural Hall have sent new notices.

"Shuangdao Police Chief, the meeting at nine o'clock..."

The newly equipped secretary bowed at the door and looked at Kiyomi Shiroshima in a detention.

Although the new secretary has a strong professional ability, he lacks spiritual energy and can only work step by step, and lacks the cooperation that has accumulated over time like Bai Tian Youji.

Facing the young police chief and the terrifying power, the new secretary was always timid and scared to speak.

"Um."

After being interrupted by someone, Kiyomi Shuangdao just nodded slightly, not interrupting what she wanted to say: "The mission time limit is fifteen days."

After the explanation, Kiyomi Shuangdao got up and left. My grandson Liang immediately followed him out. Before he left, he still smiled flatteringly at the secretary.

Looking at this ordinary staff member, the secretary raised his mouth disdainfully and straightened his body.

It was less than nine o'clock, and the conference room was filled with people coming to the meeting. Among this group of officials, the police rank of Kiyomi Shuangdao's police officer was not too conspicuous. Only that young face made people sigh.

There were a few sheets of printing paper in front of everyone, with concise meeting content written.

When he glanced at what was written at the meeting, Shuangdao Qingmei's eyes twitched, and the other officials in the conference room were also shocked.

The official next to him whispered: "This is going to be serious, but... it's too risky."

【Full investigation of suspected locations of Mount Fuji and Aokihara Sea】

In other departments, this may be an executive document from the police to investigate the dead bodies of Mount Fuji, but in the Supernatural Hall, Aokihara Kishi Sea and Mount Fuji, all said it is enough to make people frightened.

Minister Shishima was wearing white gloves and inserted his hands up in front of his chin.
Chapter completed!