[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-the-cleanup-crew":3,"chapter-i-m-the-cleanup-crew-i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-142":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm the Cleanup Crew!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2285978,4472,"Chapter 142: 141 Colors and Lost Items","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-142",142,"\u003Cp>Under the “enthusiastic assistance” of her twin brother, Melanie ultimately couldn’t escape the beating—and it came with double the punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slap!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t scream!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With slender fingers clenched tight, Anna delivered a sharp strike to Melanie’s rear, then furrowed her delicate brows, gritting her teeth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How old are you? You’ve already learned to frame people!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I… I didn’t frame anyone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wriggling forward like a maggot, she was yanked back again; seeing her sister’s face redder than an apple, Melanie sensed Anna’s next normal attack would be a critical hit and quickly protested:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That religion teacher always claims to be devout, but he couldn’t even get the color of the underwear the Twelve Knights wore when they sacrificed themselves for their god—his piety is clearly fake! My letter to the Church was a reasonable challenge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You dare say more!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three rapid consecutive strikes followed; panting with rage, Anna snapped:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could the scripture possibly record such trivial details! You’re just making it up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, Melanie isn’t lying—the scripture really does say it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, William pulled the scripture from his backpack, flipped through it, and handed it over, his young face solemn as he explained:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look, here it is—the Twelve Knights’ own account after their consecration: ‘Our God is white; we follow white, wearing pure undergarments beneath crimson robes…’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the Twelve Knights’ everyday clothing, inside and out, should have been white—but out of reverence for their god, they voluntarily lowered their status by wearing outer robes of other colors, though their underwear would still have been white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the scripture never explicitly states this, anyone familiar enough with its texts could deduce it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did I… just hit the wrong target?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching William speak with such conviction, Anna hesitated, her voice lowering unconsciously as she bit her lip:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But… but this isn’t a matter of orthodoxy—even if he couldn’t answer white, that’s no reason to report him…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, the religion teacher answered correctly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>William shook his head:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He was angry, but after checking the scripture, he confirmed the Twelve Knights’ underwear should have been white.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why did you still…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because white wasn’t the correct answer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flipping a few more pages of the scripture, William pointed to the passage and said earnestly to Anna:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Melanie didn’t ask what color the Twelve Knights wore daily—she asked what color their underwear was when they sacrificed themselves for their god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the scripture, they underwent three months of trials in the great desert, then immediately sacrificed themselves upon leaving it—with no time to change clothes. So their underwear hadn’t been washed for three months—it must have been yellow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Anna’s forehead twitch with veins, her beautiful face shifting from pale to red, red to purple, purple to black, Melanie grabbed her pants and rolled up, leaping straight into Leon’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, save me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can’t save you! This one’s truly unsavable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sidestepping Melanie’s pounce, then twisting away from her grasping hands, Leon gave her a pitying glance and wisely stepped aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t blame your brother for not standing up for you—just look at how furious your sister is. If I tried to save you, she’d probably beat my ass too. Just take your punishment like a good girl!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a chaotic chase that sent everything flying, Leon watched Melanie, who was now wailing and crying, and judged Anna’s anger had mostly spent itself—he stopped her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, enough, take a breath—you’re panting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>»\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll keep hitting even if I’m panting!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes yes yes, hit! I won’t stop you this time! If we don’t correct her now, she’ll go off the rails!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following Anna’s lead, Leon scowled and rebuked Melanie a few times, then gently stroked her back to help her steady her breath—she had poor lungs—and softly requested:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I’m pressed for time—I have to go in for overtime soon, and it’s freezing outside… Good Anna, could you wait a bit before punishing her? Could you find me two blankets first?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re always protecting her!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing through Leon’s distraction at once, the frail girl pushed away from his arms, stomped off angrily toward the bedroom, and with a creak, flung open the chipped wardrobe to search for blankets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giving Melanie a look that said “Hurry and hide,” Leon watched her tiptoe into the inner room, then slowly followed into the bedroom, comforting his sister crouched before the cabinet:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t need to worry too much—Melanie’s mischievous, but she never bullies anyone. She’s just stubborn and hates being wronged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>William’s the same—quietly cunning, but never malicious. They’re not easy to manage, but they’re good kids… Anna?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Startled by Leon’s words, Anna trembled slightly, then resumed her fumbling with the blankets, nodding rapidly as she faced away from him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm… they… aren’t bad at all. They’re just not mature yet—they’ll improve… Oh, just blankets? Should I bring a thick coat too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blankets are enough—the bureau is warm enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching his sister’s slightly frantic movements, Leon frowned unconsciously, then asked outright:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anna, what’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The frail girl shook her head, turned around holding two folded blankets, and forced a faint smile: “I just realized I lost something—I’m worried I didn’t pack it when we moved.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A month ago, Leon might have believed her—but now, he’d learned to read expressions. Even without using the Black Goat’s soul vision, he knew Anna was hiding something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look for it first. If you can’t find it, I’ll accompany you back to Veteran’s Lane in a few days—we’ll search together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm-hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After packing the two blankets into a bag, Leon stepped out of the bedroom, picked up the shopping bag by the shoe cabinet, and lightly pressed his fingertip against his horn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anna, the thing you just lost—was it the family photo with only you and Mom and Dad?”?!?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Anna’s soul, instantly flooded with terror and panic in his soul vision, Leon slowly slipped on his shoes and spoke in a gentle, quiet tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, my birthday isn’t the day you told me. I might not even be related to my parents by blood—and you’re not my real sister, are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1021,"2026-06-20T03:18:28.556Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b78e0ce52b8e8f12044bbe96484e4fa9e315dfefcaec00af052259c989eea08e","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-143","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-141",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-the-cleanup-crew-cover.jpg"]