Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Fang Bo
In the lobby on the first floor of the Immortal Technique Committee, people were coming and going, in and out.
Sotis soone was escorted in, sotis soone walked in with an anxious expression, sotis soone left with a relaxed expression.
The entire office building, over a dozen floors high, with more than a dozen departnts, was bustling and busy.
Bai Mo followed Fang Xiaoyu and walked in.
Fang Xiaoyu wore a black uniform and had a smile on her face.
"... We caught those hooligans before, caught the tail of a wild Immortal-Related Personnel, very grateful to Expert Bai Mo!
The subsidy and bonus have already been applied for, and soon will be credited to your card.
Today’s conversational investigation is also troubleso for you, the subsidy will also be credited to your card later."
According to regulations, the Immortal Technique Committee needs to conduct conversational investigations on all students who have been skinned, to confirm if there are any passive tricks on them. And this investigation activity must have a senior committee mber or expert consultant present.
Recently, incidents have been frequent, the Immortal Technique Committee is short-handed, so they simply called Bai Mo again.
Bai Mo stepped on his newly bought spring shoes, with no objections to this matter.
After turning into the corridor, he lowered his voice.
"Didn’t you say you couldn’t continue and wanted to resign?
Why are you still here?
When are you resigning?"
Fang Xiaoyu rolled her eyes, switching from "professional secretary" mode to "familiar colleague" mode.
"Are you just waiting for
to leave?
I was planning to resign, but after calming down, I thought... this place... the salary is indeed high, the benefits are indeed good... let’s work for a while longer.
I stayed because I can help you understand so inside story from the committee, help you choose so cheap tasks, help you dodge dangerous tasks.
Look at today’s task, sitting in the interrogation room listening, can earn a subsidy, how nice!"
Bai Mo tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Say goodbye already, but she still doesn’t leave. Unpredictable, isn’t this wasting other people’s feelings?
As they talked, they soon arrived at the interrogation room.
Greeting Lu Zhou, Zhang Shan, and others at the interrogation bench, Bai Mo sat in the audience row.
In today’s task, his work content was sitting beside, preventing any interrogated personnel from suddenly injuring soone. Belonged to force guarantee, sitting there was enough.
Not long after, the appointnt ti arrived, the first student to undergo conversational investigation walked into the interrogation room.
...
The morning quickly passed, Bai Mo sitting behind the table in the audience row, holding a tablet, doodling, and deduced a Pill Formula. The interrogated personnel were all stable, no one suddenly acted out. It seed he could earn his task subsidy effortlessly this ti.
Occasionally lifting his head, watching the students coming for conversational investigation. Around a dozen students in the morning, unable to sit still. Seems their wounds haven’t healed yet.
Accompanying them were so parents... dressed shabby, face full of hardworking sorrowful look of parents. A face of "busy running for life," no ti to look after the kids. So even worse, parents have no ti to co, accompanied by the horoom teacher instead.
Near lunchti, another little fatty, accompanied by a parent, walked into the interrogation room.
This parent was different, although also fat, wearing a suit, shiny leather shoes. At a glance, a dignified and wealthy person!
He led his son in, quietly swept a glance at the interrogation room, looked at Bai Mo, looked at the interrogation bench, with a smile on his face, "Hello everyone, dear leaders."
The little fatty he accompanied was wearing a brand new school uniform and shiny leather shoes, looking slightly strange, not too coordinated. At this ti timidly, looked around.
The little fatty saw Zhang Shan at the interrogation bench, with a strange expression.
Then saw Bai Mo in the audience row, even more strange expression.
"Bai Mo? You too? Were you spanked too?"
Bai Mo lifted his head, looked at this little fatty.
Not a classmate, didn’t know him.
Who is this?
A student from No. 47 Middle School?
Which class?
But seeing the little fatty imdiately understood.
"You don’t know ?
I’m Fang Bo!"
Bai Mo realized, smiled.
"Long ti no see, didn’t recognize, sorry."
Smiling and chatting, Bai Mo thought for a while, then slowly recalled... Every ti No. 47 Middle School has a school-wide exam, the top of the score list was always Bai Mo, the second always Fang Bo. He had seen Fang Bo’s na, but never matched it with the person. So it was this little fatty!
Fang Bo’s father also looked at Bai Mo.
He had long heard, No. 47 Middle School had a student with dead parents, didn’t attend much class, but was sinister, always scored first, always suppressing his son. No matter how expensive tutoring he hires for his son, how much extra lessons, couldn’t surpass that guy. At this mont, he first t Bai Mo, frowned, showing disgust.
"You are Bai Mo?
Did you finish the conversational talk?
If done, leave, it’s our appointnt ti."
Lu Zhou at the interrogation bench coughed twice.
"Expert Bai Mo... is not here for a conversational talk.
He’s here specifically for monitoring.
"You two, sit down and start the conversation."
...
In the cafeteria.
On the stainless steel dining table, several dishes were steaming, along with a sweet and sour carp, the aroma sweet and sour, the color appealing.
Lu Zhou, Zhang Shan, and others were sitting with Bai Mo having a al.
"Today’s al, the standard is very high. Mainly because of Expert Bai Mo’s presence.
"Hehe."
A few people were eating and joking.
"... Total of thirty-seven screened students who were spanked.
"All finished conversational investigation in the morning.
"Couldn’t find anything, still couldn’t locate that Talisman Master."
Zhang Shan finished a rib, wiped his mouth.
"What’s up with Fang Bo? His family seems rich, his father cares about him a lot, why would he be bullied by hooligans?"
"He’s a special case. His parents put too much pressure on him, often beat and scold him. He has psychological issues, very afraid of his parents, never dares to tell family about anything, giving hooligans an opportunity."
Bai Mo was eating fish and spitting out bones, listening to them discussing the case.
"Actually Chairman Chen Shu personally went to see those hooligans’ facial talismans.
"Chairman said, those talismans were quite skillful. The one who left them is a Talisman Dao genius!
"We still need to be cautious in investigating this case."
Yu Tingting curled her lips.
"So what if they’re a genius?
"If one doesn’t want others to know, then don’t do it themselves. We will gradually investigate, all those associated with those hooligans, we will check everyone. We will eventually root out that Talisman Master."
Bai Mo was eating ribs, nodding, thinking Yu Tingting was absolutely right. As long as the Talisman Master had contact with hooligans, with the Immortal Technique Committee’s ability, they’ll definitely root them out. It’s just a matter of sooner or later.
...
In Bai Mo’s small house, several furniture movers were carrying sofa parts, "huffing and puffing" into the narrow, dimly lit living room.
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