Scarlet Descent-Chapter 33 - Model Employee

The candle, having burned for most of its length, was now just a short stub.

For the nearly fifty-square-meter living room, a single candle was not enough to illuminate the entire space.

Thus, most areas of the living room were filled with darkness, including the old man dozing on the sofa, the flower pot in the corner, the entrances to other rooms, and the wrinkles in the pajamas. Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling window, the twinkling lights of countless homes formed a stark contrast. There were chandeliers and electrical wires in this living room too, but neither the old man nor Captain Ouyang thought to turn them on.

Captain Ouyang was drinking and eating.

He wore a pristine white triangular napkin and had before him a perfectly grilled tomahawk steak, accompanied by authentic Russian pickles. Beside his hand was a glass of red wine, not particularly distinguished in origin, but one that had been cellared for many years.

He ate with great pleasure, occasionally letting out satisfied exclamations.

"I'm almost dead, or might suddenly transform into a blood-soaked knight charging at you at any moment,"

the old man curled up on the opposite sofa let out a low sigh. "And you, who came here under the pretense of being a friend, took the best steak from my fridge, cooked it to medium-rare in my kitchen, and are now eating it with relish, even smacking your lips deliberately, in front of me, an old man too weak to even drink broth. Isn't this a bit too much?"

"But I am your friend..."

Captain Ouyang cut off a large piece, still slightly bloody, and put it in his mouth, letting out a satisfied sigh.

"When a friend comes to your home, shouldn't you entertain them? I know you're too weak to move now, so what's wrong with me entertaining myself? Besides, you're so weak that you might die at any moment, or be consumed by demonic power and turn into a corrupted monster. So the good steak and wine left in your house would go to waste anyway. If I don't eat it now, what if it expires later?"

"..."

After a long while, the old man let out a long sigh, his gaze turning to the box of syringes on the coffee table.

"Holding on is too painful. Many times I didn't want to keep going."

He looked at Captain Ouyang with a somewhat resentful gaze:

"But every time you come over, I get the urge to not die yet."

"This world can't just have bastards like you living long lives..."

"..."

"Haha, then be good and use the injections properly," Captain Ouyang said. "Live as long as you can. I still want to come see you more. You've always had good taste in picking things."

"I'm just too busy to pick things myself..."

"..."

The old man fell silent, then suddenly said:

"Isn't it because you've lost all your money gambling and can't afford to pick things?"

Captain Ouyang: "..."

"But don't worry, I really don't want to die so soon," the old man said in a low voice. "Because I still want to see what exactly that thing is waiting for. That demon-forbidden object called God's Remnant, even in the First City Defense Line, it would be enough to cause a bloodbath. Appearing anywhere, it could easily create a demon realm. But it has stayed in a broken place like Scrap Iron City for so many years. What exactly is it for?"

"God's Remnant?" Captain Ouyang was stunned, putting down the wine glass he was about to drink from. "You're still thinking about this?"

"We've tried to find it many times, but there's no trace of it at all. Even the Foundation has given up investigating."

"..."

"I wasn't sure before," the old man sighed softly. "But now I'm too weak. The demonic power has completely corroded my body, mind, and spirit. This has made my perception of demonic whispers extremely sensitive. So now, I can actually hear its whispers."

"It has always been here, and it's becoming more and more active..."

"..."

His emotions suddenly became agitated, and in his sunken eye sockets untouched by candlelight, a ghostly light appeared. He stared intently at Captain Ouyang:

"A demon-forbidden object at the level of God's Remnant won't do meaningless things. There's nothing in this world that could make it lie dormant and wait for so long. So, it staying here must have a terrifying purpose..."

"Don't underestimate it. The Fourth Secret War might even be triggered because of it..."

"..."

Captain Ouyang silently looked at the old man, his right hand ready to reach inside his suit to draw his gun. But it wasn't until the old man started coughing violently that he confirmed there were no signs of corruption, just pure emotional agitation. So his hand inconspicuously gripped the dinner knife, slowly cutting off a large piece of steak and putting it in his mouth, no longer smacking his lips.

"You don't need to worry, I'll keep an eye on things here," he said slowly. "Although the nomadic cults are active and the number of people worshipping demons hasn't decreased."

"But overall, everything is still fine..."

"..."

The old man suddenly looked at him suspiciously:

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"Are you sure there's nothing unusual?"

"No..." Captain Ouyang answered, then hesitated: "It's just that a young man recently joined the team..."

The old man's gaze suddenly turned cold and sharp, a chilling aura emanating from him, as if returning to his days of blood-soaked battles in the wilderness.

"But he's not a problem," Captain Ouyang quickly said. "He's from a regular training camp, has undergone many more tests than we have."

"And although I haven't known him long, I also feel that he is..." "A kind and shy person, meticulous in his work, civilized and disciplined, a hardworking good team member..." "...At most, his renovation preferences are a bit different from others."

"..."

The old man didn't speak for a long time, but his breathing gradually became heavier. After a while, he said in a low voice:

"After all, I didn't accept the Foundation's invitation, so I can't interfere with you now. You are the captain of Scrap Iron City's security officers. But Ouyang, I must warn you, if the God's Remnant starts to appear, it would be strange if nothing happened in Scrap Iron City. You should raise your vigilance..."

"We came from the wilderness. We know some things shouldn't be taken too naively, especially..." "...you're getting old too."

"..."

Captain Ouyang just frowned, slowly finishing the wine in his glass.

"..."

"..."

Life is really wonderful!

On his first day reporting for duty, Wei Wei felt he had come to the right place. And in the first month of coming here, he confirmed that he really liked this place.

The food was good. Brother Zhu Zai always made food that didn't seem to care about health but made people willingly indulge.

The accommodation was good. The house had been completely renovated to his liking.

The colleagues were all nice too. Whether it was Captain Ouyang who dressed up every day but didn't do much work, or Uncle Gun who was always cheerful and didn't seem like he belonged to the Order sequence at all, or Brother Xiao Lin who usually acted like a quiet handsome man but would always calmly deliver some news whenever you got close to him, or the beautiful but unlucky Ye Feifei.

Everyone got along well. A workplace lacking competitiveness was indeed conducive to fostering relationships...

However, the only problem was that it was too idle here.

In this small base, there was no training or education. Even if you tried to read more materials, everyone would look at you with the eyes of veteran employees watching a fresh graduate being overly diligent. As a result, after finishing painting the house, Wei Wei was left with only routine duty shifts and casual chats, or getting thoroughly beaten by Uncle Gun in basketball, or going to the market with Brother Zhu Zai to buy ingredients and cook.

Ye Feifei couldn't stand it anymore and had started patrolling the streets again.

Wei Wei had thought about going with her, but was strictly forbidden by the people in the base.

After the last incident, they were now a bit wary of Wei Wei and Ye Feifei mixing together again.

However, seeing Wei Wei come to the base at fixed times every day, doing nothing except eating, made people feel a bit sorry for him. So Uncle Gun kindly brought over a stack of materials for Wei Wei to sort through and look for clues when he had nothing to do.

"You're too bored, right? So deal with some miscellaneous work. The Black Goat Family hasn't been found yet anyway. This is all the work in the base, and it's all given to you. Isn't that considerate enough for a newcomer?"

Honestly speaking, Wei Wei wasn't picky about work. But now, he really couldn't muster much interest in the work of finding this Black Goat Family.

However, there was really nothing else to do. In the entire Scrap Iron City base, the only serious job might be the daily duty at the Guard Office from Monday to Friday, which was neatly divided among the five formal members of the team. Wei Wei and Ye Feifei, as interns, didn't yet have the privilege to go to the Guard Office as consultants and drink coffee.

Therefore, the bored Wei Wei had no choice but to doze off every day while hugging that stack of materials possibly related to the Black Goat Family.

This work attitude moved everyone in the base.

What a good young man...

So sleepy, yet he doesn't go home to sleep...

"..."

Wei Wei had just finished lunch with Brother Zhu Zai at the base and washed the dishes. He was about to find a place to take a nap when he unexpectedly heard the sound of high heels clicking on the ground beside him. On the wooden stairs, Sister Lucky had changed into a fitted linen-colored suit, wearing dazzling diamond earrings, and stepping in at least 10-centimeter high heels, revealing her slender and beautiful ankles.

She walked down gracefully and said to Wei Wei: "Little Wei, seeing that you've been performing well lately, come with me today."

"Sister will take you shopping at the mall."

"..."

"Shopping at the mall?" Wei Wei looked at Sister Lucky with some surprise, seeing her smiling at him:

"Have you forgotten what I promised you?"

"..."

Wei Wei blinked, suddenly remembering the gift Sister Lucky mentioned when they first met.

It wasn't just talk, she really wanted to give it?