Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 193 - 191 A Contract

Chapter 193: Chapter 191 A Contract

Hastily putting on a set of pajamas, Wen Wen’s complexion finally improved a bit.

Then, touching his chin, he murmured, "Hey, don’t say it, but I was quite sexy just now..."

"Ah, what was I just thinking? It’s terrifying."

Wen Wen shivered and walked away from the mirror.

Afterward, he washed the Containment Officer uniform several times and hung it on a rack to be left at the Sanctuary to self-repair.

Although the uniform could self-repair, it had sustained severe damage and would need some time before he could wear it again.

During this time, Wen Wen could only wear that white lab coat.

Nevertheless, no matter what he wore, Wen Wen made a firm resolution to never reveal his upper body while using the Catastrophe Gloves again.

Even if he had grown accustomed to the sight, he couldn’t let others see it.

Though he may be a pervert, he truly had no interest in wearing women’s bikinis, if he really went out in one, he’d die of embarrassment.

After sorting things out at home, Wen Wen left with Three Cubs. Except when on missions, he usually took Three Cubs with him.

Things had been a bit tense recently, so he needed to go out and relax, and also buy some gifts for those monsters.

They had been imprisoned in the Sanctuary with no form of entertainment, utterly lonely. As a kind-hearted Prison Warden, Wen Wen wanted to help solve this problem.

So, he went to the Furong River City Great Library.

First, he bought a few books that he himself wanted to read; all were his favorite detective novels.

Such as "Verdant Life," "The Murder Case of the Old Wang Next Door," "Never Forgive"...

Um... these are indeed detective novels.

After all, although the Federation’s detective industry was well-developed, detectives like Wen Wen who focused only on high-difficulty murder cases were few and far between; most ordinary detectives’ most common assignments were catching mistresses...

Therefore, a lot of the time, the detective industry deals with tangled matters of love and hate.

After selecting the books he wanted, Wen Wen started to look for the books he intended to buy for the monsters.

That’s right, Wen Wen planned to buy books for those monsters. The college entrance exam had just ended, and it was time to enhance the cultural literacy of those monsters.

Hopefully, it might also correct their values, turning them into monsters that could be useful to society.

Wen Wen wasn’t some kind of demon, if those monsters could reform, after being locked up for ten or eight years, Wen Wen might consider releasing them to do something meaningful.

For instance, letting the Guile Tree Spirit help with windbreak and sand fixation, or having Xu Hai sell plastic figurines...

Therefore, Wen Wen first bought a dozen sets of high school textbooks and then a large pile of positive books, such as "Federal Core Values," "How Diamonds Are Made," "3000 Soul-Chicken Soup"...

Wen Wen didn’t just buy books, but to prevent them from being illiterate or not wanting to read, he also bought several speakers. He planned to cycle through the contents of these books every day at fixed times.

What a compassionate Catastrophe Prison Warden he truly is.

After buying the books, Wen Wen casually found a café on the street, sat down, made a phone call, and began to wait at ease.

He had just contacted Zhao Jinwu to sell the antiques he had previously acquired from Gong Baoding’s room.

From the money made from the antiques, he intended to give Zhao Jinwu one-fifth as compensation.

After buying several speakers and that pile of books, the Sanctuary’s finances were a bit strained.

Well... Wen Wen still had quite a bit of his own money, but that was his private funds, which should be kept separate from public ones.

"I hope the next Containment Officer is rich, so I can... hehehe."

Suddenly, Wen Wen’s good mood vanished. Behind him, a low sobbing sound could be heard.

The sound was very soft and didn’t disturb others, but to Wen Wen, it was quite evident, hard to ignore even if he wanted to.

Turning to look back, he saw a young boy with delicate features, gently saying to the girl opposite him, "Lulu, don’t cry anymore, you’ve been crying all day, if you keep crying, you won’t look pretty."

The girl looked to be about fifteen or sixteen, probably still in high school, and her natural beauty was not concealed by her school uniform.

"But Zhao Fan, my sister... wuu wuu," the girl started crying again.

Wen Wen held his forehead and sighed to himself, "What’s with young people these days, pairing up so young, while I’m nearly thirty and still a single dog."

He stood up, wanting to go outside and sit for a bit. The sound of crying was irritating him, affecting his mood.

However, a sentence from the boy called Zhang Fan made Wen Wen sit back down again.

"Lulu, natural disasters and calamities are unavoidable. Who knew that a meteorite would suddenly fall and detonate the gas pipeline in Jiusan District, leaving no survivors in the entire area? You should move on from your sorrow; your sister wouldn’t want you to be like this," Zhang Fan comforted the girl called Lulu, hugging her shoulders and speaking in a soft voice.

Wen Wen’s expression nearly cracked, and he couldn’t help but whisper a snide comment, "A meteorite detonating a gas pipeline... Which genius came up with that excuse? It’s ridiculous."

When a supernatural incident occurred, the excuses given to the public were usually agreed upon by both the Association and the government.

In other words, Wen Wen also had a say in this matter, it was just that he hadn’t been at work these past few days, which led to this preposterous excuse.

As Zhang Fan continued comforting Lulu, he suddenly felt a bit dizzy and when he reopened his eyes, he found himself in another place.

This seemed to be a small garden, with birds perched on tree branches, chirping gently as if it were a paradise hidden from the world.

"Where is this? Who are you? I should be sitting in the café..."

Opposite him sat a figure in a white suit, the face of which was indistinct, but somehow imparting him a sense of calm.

"Do you want to win over Liao Jialu and marry her?" asked the person in the white suit taking a sip of coffee.

"Why are you asking this, what business is it of yours?"

"I’m just asking you if you want her or not," pressed the figure in white.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Fan finally spoke up, "Of course, I do. Her sister, Liao Jiaxin, was the chairwoman of the big tea company, worth billions, and she died in the Jiusan District incident. And Lulu is the sole heiress to that fortune."

"If I ended up with her, I could save myself decades of struggle..."

"But I’m well aware that there’s no chance between us. It may seem like we’re close, but in truth, I’m just a spare tire."

Influenced by something inexplicable, Zhang Fan spilled all the thoughts deep inside him, holding nothing back.

Under normal conditions, he would never have been able to say such things.

But today, he revealed all these words in front of a stranger.

The figure in the white suit smiled, this young man’s needs made a transaction possible: "I can help you win her over."

Zhang Fan nodded eagerly, then turned to the figure in white, "But what’s the price?"

"Nothing much, just the signing of a contract..."

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