[{"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-47":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},2285883,4472,"Chapter 47","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-47",47,"\u003Cp>47 Internal Organs and Hair\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your anomaly… filled six full floors?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shocked by this absurd answer, Li Ang remained speechless for a long moment—until he noticed the red-haired director’s slightly upturned lips, realizing he’d been tricked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As long as I get the sheep’s heart back, it’s mine, right? Then I’m fine with that!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After shooting a resentful glare at the red-haired director’s back, Li Ang, having been fooled twice, refused to humor her further; he turned on his heel and left the director’s office with a dark expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After he pushed open the door and left, the red-haired woman gazing out the window slowly turned her head back; though her charming, delicate face was full of smiles, her clear, luminous eyes held not a trace of joy—only deep as two frozen ponds encased in ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… is actually fine now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After muttering something meaningless, her eyes weary with loneliness, she erased the smile from her face, tilted back her head, and drained the glass of boiled water in one gulp; then, like one drunk, she slumped forward onto her desk and lay still—soon, a soft, steady snore filled the office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as the snoring slowly spread, from the second floor to the third, fourth… all the way to the topmost level, where every window and vent was sealed shut to block all light, countless tiny creatures across all six floors began emitting faint, inaudible snores in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s such a thing?!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the records on Char Water Company’s violations, the editor of the Social Section of The Daily News couldn’t suppress his anger—he lightly pounded the restaurant table, then whispered with burning indignation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They actually dumped it into the public water pipes… These damn bastards, do they have nothing in their heads but money? I’ll expose this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon, his finger lightly pressed against the sheep’s head, watched the editor’s furious face and felt a deep wave of disappointment flicker across his features; then, expressionless, he nodded and began gathering the papers on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since you’ve agreed, let’s call it a day. I hope you’ll follow through once you’re back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grabbing Leon’s wrist, the editor of The Daily News stood up, his eyes alight with fervor, and promised:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave this to me! When I get back, I’ll write this truthfully—those bastards will get the punishment they deserve!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, this evidence is still too thin—it might only force Char Department Store to pay compensation. The real culprits might still walk free. Do you have any other materials that can implicate those three?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the man’s soul—devoid of anger, instead overflowing with panic, conspiracy, and malice—a wave of intense revulsion flashed through Leon’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suppressing the urge to punch him in the face, Leon, disguised, pushed away his hand, calmly re-collected the documents into the folder, and said goodbye:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Editor, since you feel the evidence is insufficient, I’ll take these back to organize them. When I have enough, I’ll contact you again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? No no!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Leon about to leave, the editor of The Daily News grew anxious and grabbed his arm, pleading:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The victims are waiting for compensation! Even if incomplete, this evidence is enough to stir public attention. Why not leave it with me? I’ll write a story right away!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon finally snapped and yanked his hand away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because if I give this to you,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that article will never see the light of day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmph… Caught, huh? Looks like this kid isn’t as stupid as he seems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting Leon’s cold gaze, the editor of The Daily News raised his eyebrows slightly—he knew Leon had seen through his plan, and the documents would not be handed over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scowling at Leon, whose face was barely visible beneath the mask, and taking in his thin frame and tattered clothes, the editor who had moments ago been warm and effusive now sneered, sat back down, and shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Waiter!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waving to the waiter who had been glancing their way, the editor of The Daily News pointed at Leon and said calmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Close the door, and bring two security guards. This man just stole from me—what he’s holding is mine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, sir! I’ll close the door outside!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the editor—dressed in a fine Frock suit, silk handkerchief neatly tucked in his breast pocket, hat, cravat, watch, and cane all present, feet shod in polished calf-leather boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked at Leon—wearing an ill-fitting, tattered trench coat, his mouth and nose covered in black gauze—and in less than half a second, he knew exactly what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the two had entered together; even though they’d sat across the table with no physical contact; even though the object the wealthy man pointed to had been clutched in the masked man’s arms from the start… none of it swayed his judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the customer is always right—and one of these two men was clearly not a customer, wasn’t he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the waiter summon four guards who now blocked the booth’s exit, Leon frowned and turned to glare at the editor, who was calmly adjusting his cravat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you going to rob me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'm not robbing you—I'm trying to save your life, and also save the poor soul you finally chose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After carefully smoothing out the wrinkles in his tie, the editor of The Daily rose to his feet, leaning on his cane, and walked over slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Though you've kept your face covered, from your voice and movements, you must be quite young.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm, young man, your sense of justice is admirable, but you clearly don't understand the laws of this society.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lifting his slender \"cane\" slightly, the editor of The Daily wiped the mud from its tip against Lyon’s pants, then smiled and whispered softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For our nation, the royal family is the heart, the nobility the organs, the parliament the mind, the factories the strongest muscles, merchants the bones that continuously produce blood—and the rest? Merely skin that peels and regenerates on its own, and hair that grows and falls in endless cycles.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Lyon, who remained silent, the editor of The Daily’s smile faded slightly; he leaned close to Lyon’s ear with disgust, whispering in a voice meant only for the two of them:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I ask you: when hair develops grievances against the organs, should I, as the tongue, shout it out and stir the other foolish hairs and skin into chaos, creating more pointless turmoil?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or should I be a little smarter, and simply cut off this meddlesome hair, teaching it how to shut its damned mouth?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1102,"2026-06-20T03:18:28.556Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0eac6609710c1740711c3e5ca0ae62d1e8de77fac36bd2056c796e0a0195dbd6","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-48","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-46",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-the-cleanup-crew-cover.jpg"]