I! Cleaner! Chapter 1381 1231: Heaven Never Bars the Crow's Path

"Just leave it outside the door, thank you, Uncle John!"

After gratefully thanking the burly old man, Anna, holding the baby, couldn't help but take a cautious step back as she looked at the oversized pacifier outside the door, with four struggling weirdos inside it. She then asked her nephew in her arms with so confusion, "What are they doing? Why are they in there?"

"Bad guys, I caught them."

The expressionless baby searched a little pocket on his tummy, found a new pacifier, and stuck it in his mouth domineeringly. He then raised a hand and crooking a finger at the four terrified deities.

"Ah!!!"

Amidst the screams echoing through the entire Happy Apartnt, the giant pacifier with a diater of over three ters suddenly contracted inwards. After only a few tremors, it was compressed to the size of a fist and wobbled toward Anna.

Can it only shrink this much? The power this baby body can bear is too weak...

Catching the flying pacifier, the baby checked the four deities compressed inside and couldn't help but frown his yet-to-fully-grow eyebrows. He tossed the pacifier toward the kitchen, throwing it into the temporary chicken coop padded with Leon's old clothes.

"Oh my!"

Seeing those four bad guys thrown into the kitchen, Anna couldn't help but exclaim. She instinctively took a few steps forward but stopped imdiately, uncertain whether she should go take a look.

"It's okay, Aunt Anna."

The baby comforted, lightly nodding his head and adjusting to a more comfortable position:

"Let them stay in the chicken coop for now. Father probably needs a few pillar gods right now. Just tell him when he cos back that this is a gift from ."

"Oh..."

Getting used to her little nephew's 'comings and goings' after so many days, Anna nodded and agreed. Then, she couldn't help but ask curiously:

"By the way, you're not originally you, are you? If you can, could you tell who is my sister-in-law in your world? I promise not to tell anyone!"

"Well... that's fine."

Seeing this youthful and curious version of Aunt Anna, who was entirely different from the mature, intellectual figure in his mory, the baby chuckled lightly before responding gently:

"Aunt Anna, you probably don't know my mother. Her na is Amien, Amien Bellet."

Amien?

"She is also a Cleaner at the Bureau, nicknad the Poison Plague Alchemist. She hasn't interacted with you in this world but once took part in a promotion assessnt with Father..."

After briefly introducing his mother's identity, the baby patiently continued to explain:

"Aunt Anna, when you were hospitalized and nearly died, it was Aunt Emma from this world who helped Father save you from the Red Brick Road Hospital.

In my world, when Father noticed sothing amiss while Aunt Olivia was away, he behaved more calmly, and went knocking on every office on the first floor of the Bureau.

Mother got annoyed while preparing potions, and ca up from the underground lab, handing him a bunch of potions that helped him resolve the abnormal object outbreak at Red Brick Road Hospital. That's how they t, and they eventually beca familiar and ford a fixed task team."

I see...

Having satisfied her curiosity gathering gossip from another world line, Anna nodded contentedly and gently patted her little nephew, speaking with a grin:

"Miss Amien, willing to help my big brother, must be nice. Big brother is a good person too, so they must be happy in that world, right?"

"..."

They indeed lead quite a happy life, but it's not necessarily the case for others in our world...

Though no child thinks ill of their mother, recalling the terrifying record of teamwork her parents had built, the baby's smooth cheeks couldn't help but twitch, muddling through the question with vague replies before bidding farewell:

"Aunt Anna, I have to go now. Don't forget to bring those four... huh?"

Right there, the baby's voice suddenly paused. He frowned and stretched his right hand towards the kitchen.

Simultaneously, the blackbird, glowing with dark hues, shuddered all over and quickly squeezed its head out of the pacifier's sucking hole, and took a strong breath over Leon's old clothes in the chicken coop.

Yes! Yes! That's the scent!

Feeling the familiar aura from the old clothes that made it tremble all over, the tearful blackbird hadn't even had the chance to cheer for the Food God before its body instinctively shook violently and it turned into a plu of pitch-black mist, "leaking" out of the present world with no trace.

Forget it... let it run.

Squinting at the blackbird that disappeared instantly to five dinsions away, yet still distancing, the baby shook his head helplessly, casually tossing away a large handful of plucked feathers.

Disaster Avoidance truly is a tricky thing. This truth, which erged at the expense of virtually all other effects for perpetually avoiding Father, has already reached its theoretical limit at the "avoidance" level.

The blackbird probably would have scread and disappeared without a trace after getting a whiff of Father's old clothes or if it showed up in front of Father upon his return. There's really no difference whether to catch it or not.

"Let's leave it at that then."

Sighing slightly with regret, the baby let out a brief yawn, then nestled his head in Anna's arms and fell into a deep sleep, leaving only a short reminder.

"Aunt Anna, say hi to Father for ."

What happened next seed to annotate the baby's prophecy. Just as he fell into an even breath, familiar footsteps imdiately echoed from the stairway outside the door.

"I'm back."

As Anna did countless tis before, she opened the door ahead of ti. Leon, with two boxes in hand, smiled at her, specifically lifting the boxes to remind:

"These don't contain food, they're experintal items I plan to take to the Realm of the Dead. Do not touch them, and don't let those two little rascals know… um… what's going on at ho? Over there in the kitchen…"

"The child said it's a gift for you. I don't really know the details."

Seeing Leon's sudden vigilance, Anna carefully held her nephew, frowning slightly to recall:

"Not long after William got ho, your son unexpectedly looked out the window and shouted, then spat out the pacifier he was holding. Afterward, I went to ask Uncle John to carry back up the enlarged pacifier. Your son said sothing's locked inside it... Supre Four Pillar Gods?"