Guardian Chapter 1
Chapter 1 - No. 4 Bright Avenue
Editor: Misaki Yata
Quality Checker: Krrizis
, Edited and Reposted on Ainushi
It was the 15th of July in the lunar calendar, and the sky was still gloomy.
Nocturnal cats, big or small, have all returned to their resting places. Everything seemed awfully quiet even in the wide avenue of Dragon City, with only the occasional buzzing of a bug from the bushes, elusive and bewildered, heightened with anticipation.
It was half-past two in the morning. Morning dew had settled, and the air was damp.
It was wet and sticky.
Perhaps it was the wind, but there always seemed as if a shadow lurked in a corner; when one walked on the avenue, it was as though something was constantly glaring from behind.
At present, Guo Changcheng found himself entering No. 4 Bright Avenue while carrying a document of notice.
Guo's parents had died when he was young. His looks were mediocre, and his character was introverted and cowardly; suffice to say, he wasn't born capable. Fortunately, his two aunts were quite nice to him, having taken cared of him until he had graduated from university.
Unfortunately, Guo failed to live up to any sort of expectation imaginable. He struggled to graduate from a low tier university, with rather mediocre grades at that. Even now, despite being an adult, whenever he met any strangers, he was always tongue-tied and afraid.
As one would expect, Guo could not find a job. After he graduated, he wasted almost a year at home, slacking.
Eventually, when his uncle was transferred to the Ministry of Public Security, he made use of a few connections to get his lackluster nephew a job.
And so Guo thought that his future would consist of working from nine to five in a uniform, making tea for important people, and playing solitaire whenever he was free. That was until he received this bizarre "Recruitment Notice".
When the notice arrived, Guo believed there to have been some sort of mistake. The notice, written in big, red letters stated:
"Comrade Guo Changcheng,
Congratulations! You have hence been recruited by our department. Here, you will enjoy the treatment and status of a national civil servant, with an above average salary. At the same time, you will be responsible for serving the people. We hope that you will work hard, with both passion and ambition, for the good of our nation and society.
Please bring this notice and your identity card, and report to our office at 2:30 am on August 31 (July 15 lunar calendar). Our address: Human Resources Department, 1/F, No. 4 Bright Avenue.
I would like to take this opportunity to welcome you as our new comrade on behalf of all our staff.
Ministry of Public Security of the People's Republic of China
Special Investigations Unit
Normally, when someone sees such a strange reporting time, they would expect it to be a typo, and would probably call in for confirmation. But Guo, being the anti-social freak he was, had a rather peculiar case of telephone phobia. Even the thought of having to make a phone call left him sleepless all night.
And so, he never made the phone call.
Then, Guo came up with the perfect plan: he would stay up all night and go to No. 4 Bright Avenue at half past two in the morning. If there was no-one there, he would take a nap at a McDonald's not far away and then, come back at half past two in the afternoon. He figured that either one of these two times must be the right one.
As the metro at this hour was out of service, Guo had no choice but to drive. Struggling with the help of his GPS, he finally managed to find the place.
No. 4 Bright Avenue was, in fact, not so bright, but rather hidden in a secluded courtyard. Guo stopped for a while, hesitating at the entrance, and then turned on the flashlight on his phone. He then found a small sign underneath the lush Japanese ivy that had the building number on it.
Below the sign was a small engraving on the rock, which read "Special Investigations Unit"; there was even the emblem of the MPS (Ministry of Public Security) beneath it.
The courtyard was flourishing with vegetation. There was a line of Japanese pagoda trees right past the car park, forming a small grove. Among the trees was a narrow path which lead to a small reception hut and an old office building.
The lights were on in the small hut, and a uniformed figure could be seen inside it. The figure wore a service cap while appearing to be reading a newspaper.
Guo took a deep breath and started to sweat nervously, without even giving much thought as to why the reception office would be open at this hour.
"I am reporting in as a new recruit, this is my notice letter I am reporting in as a new recruit, this is my notice letter I am reporting in as a new recruit, this is my notice letter" Guo, still rooted at the same spot, recited his lines as though he was a schoolkid preparing for an exam. Finally, he gathered his courage and shakily knocked on the window of the reception hut, and feebly muttered, "I am reporting in as a new notice this is my letter recruit"
"What?" Asked the bewildered, middle-aged man at the reception.
He's screwed, how could he mess up a line as simple as that? Almost in tears, his face began to look like a purple yam.
Fortunately, the man spots the notice letter and realized what he was here for. "Oh! You're the newbie! What should I call you? Oh, I see it, Little Guo, huh? We haven't had a newcomer for quite a few years now. So how's it going? I suppose this place wasn't that easy to find?"
Guo nodded in agreement, feeling relieved. He liked meeting friendly and eager people. The more talkative the other person was, the less he would have to say.
"So this is your first day, huh? Let me tell you, you're extremely lucky today! It just so happens that our Chief is here tonight! Come on, I will introduce you to everyone."
Guo tensed up in an instant, not feeling lucky in the least.
Guo was particularly afraid of people of high status and power; when he was little, whenever he saw a teacher he'd start to curl up, and would turn around and run for his life if he ever saw the principal. Albeit a law-abiding citizen, when he saw a policeman, it was as if he was a rat seeing a cat.
Meeting the Chief? He'd rather meet ghosts.
At this moment, a young man came striding out of the small office building.
The man, with his hands buried in his pockets, had a cigarette in his mouth; He had a tall and slender figure, with upright shoulders and thick eyebrows, along with deep eye sockets and a high nose. Extremely handsome, and yet extremely somber.
With a frown and a quick-pace, his body seems to be saying, "No matter who you are, get out of my way". Guo inadvertently found himself looking at him, and was immediately stunned by a set of beautiful yet abrasive eyes. This handsome man seemed to be quite ill-tempered.
Surprisingly, when the handsome man noticed that someone was standing by the doorway, he made an abrupt stop, and within a split second, put on the most genuine and cordial smile possible.
When he smiled, two soft dimples appeared on his cheeks, and his mouth curved up, with the cigarette still held in it. His eyes shrunk into even steeper curves, amiable yet with a hint of mischief.
"Well, speak of the devil! Hey kid, go meet our Chief." The middle-aged man gave Guo a push from behind, making him almost stumble and fall. His mind went blank as he heard a voice from behind say, "Chief Zhao, we have a newcomer today."
"Hello, a warm welcome to you." Chief Zhao eagerly extended his hand.
Half-paralyzed, Guo tried to wipe off the sweat on his hands and embarrassingly picked the wrong hand for a handshake. He quickly withdrew his hand; the nerve-wracking experience left his short-sleeved shirt soaked in sweat, slowly forming a world map on his back.
Chief Zhao, letting out a very restrained laugh, naturally raised his hand to give Guo a pat on the shoulder, "No need to be so nervous, our colleagues are all very nice and friendly. Since it's your first day, I really should walk you around, but you see, today happens to be a special day, and we're extremely busy, so please don't feel left out. We will hold a welcome party for you sometime later. Well, this isn't a very convenient time is it How about this? Old Wu will bring you inside to meet Wang Zheng, our HR manager. She will help you with the employment procedures. After that, you can go back and get some rest and come back tomorrow morning. Does that sound good?"
Guo nervously nodded.
No matter how desperately hurried Chief Zhao seemed to be a moment ago, the fact that he was currently standing still, talking to Guo in his calm and stately manner was remarkable.
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry. If there is anything you need, you can tell me when I get back. No need to be shy, we're a family now. Sorry for troubling you today." Chief Zhao gives Guo a gentle, apologetic smile, nodded towards Old Wu at the reception, and rushed off in a hurry.
Old Wu was certainly a big fan of Chief Zhao. Just a few rather meaningless words of formality had gotten him into a good mood instantly. He took Guo towards the office whilst muttering, "Our Chief is young, capable, well-tempered, and always kind and genuine towards everyone"
Guo had yet to recover from the horror of meeting the big Chief, and only vaguely heard Old Wu.
Since he was always terrified of making direct eye contact, he also hadn't noticed that Old Wu's face was as pale as a wall, his lips blood-red, his mouth almost wide enough to reach his earlobes, and that he had no tongue.
The office was full of busy people, it really seemed to be a hectic time.
It is only until this moment when Guo finally realized that there was something strange about this office. Why would the whole office, including the receptionist, be working overtime til this hour?
"No worries," Old Wu explains, "you will mostly be working during daytime in the future. As long as there aren't any big cases, we rarely have to work overtime. But since it's July, only these couple of days are the most hectic in the year for us. Don't be concerned though. Overtime pays three times the usual salary and you'll even get a bonus at the end of the month."
Guo was even more perplexed. What's with that "only these couple of days are the most hectic in a year for us"? Do criminals pick this time of the year to commit crimes? And they follow the lunar calendar too!?
However, Guo, fearing that he'd appear stupid, left his questions to himself and nodded instead.
Old Wu continued, "I usually work the night shift, another colleague manages the reception in the daytime. Ah, I guess we won't really get to see each other much in the future. Have you just graduated? From which university? What did you study?"
Guo shamefully admitted his rather disappointing and lackluster academic achievements, adding, with the voice of a mosquito, "I'm not very good with studying"
"Well, you're still a university graduate nonetheless! I like educated young people since I wasn't that capable myself. When I was young, my family was poor, so I never got the chance to get a proper education. When I was around seven or eight, I studied at a private school for just a short while. But after all these years, I've forgotten almost all the stuff that I'd learned, I can only barely read the newspaper now!"
What stuff? Private school?
Guo was once again confused, but because of the fear that he would appear stupid, he kept it to himself.
"Oh, we're here!" Old Wu cheers.
Guo lifted his head up to see a giant sign that read "Human Resources" on the door, red letters on a white plane, being a very eerie red as well. Guo pondered why this red seems so strange and suspicious, and to his surprise, he realized that the words look as if they were written with dried blood!
Old Wu knocked on the door, "Little Wang, are you in? We have a newcomer today. Can I trouble you to complete his employment procedures?"
After a moment of silence, a very soft female voice said, "I'm coming."
The voice seemed very far away, and yet also seemed as if it was floating just beside one's ears. Guo immediately felt a chill running down his spine.
"Sorry for troubling you at this time of day Little Guo, but you see, Little Wang is just like me. We can only do night shifts so employment procedures can only be carried out around this time."
What did he meant by "can only do night shifts"?
Guo felt increasingly uncomfortable, and another wave of frost rushed through his bones. Trembling with fear, he glanced at a worker passing-by, and was instantly mesmerized with horror.
Guo clearly saw the uniformed worker swiftly gliding in mid-air through the corridor.
He he he he he he he he didn't have any legs!!!
The door opened with a screeching squeak, and a young girl in a white dress appeared at the door and eerily asked, "Have you brought the notice letter and your identity card?"
A burst of chilling breeze came rushing out of the room. Guo felt as if his heart was about to burst and stop beating. He was afraid that if he didn't speak now, he might not be able to speak again for the rest of his life.
He held his breath and slowly lifted his head, gazing across the spotless white dress, stopping at the girl's bare neck.
A second later, Guo let out a croaking noise as though he was being choked. His jaw hung open but he couldn't produce a single scream. His eyes looked as though they were about to pop out, his limbs petrified as he slowly stumbled backward as if his body was no longer his.
He saw he saw a red line running across the girl's neck! It wasn't a necklace, but rather a line that was deeply sunk into her skin a tightly sewn line that stitched her head to her neck!
An icy hand rested on Guo's shoulder, and Old Wu asked, "Yo, Little Guo, you doing okay?"
Guo turned around and saw Old Wu's pale paper face and humongous mouth.
'Meeting the Chief? He'd rather meet ghosts.'
Perhaps this was karma paying back.
Two seconds later, Guo passed out without a sound.
His frozen body laid straight on the floor.
His uncle really had found him a remarkable job.