Right now, he naturally didn't dare to confront the Third Bureau's secret police officer, who could be promoted to Constitutional Soldier Commander at any time.
Arthur noticed that the seventeen clerks who were just bustling around suddenly turned into motionless terra-cotta statues, with only their eyeballs moving left and right following Shubinsky's boots.
A young clerk hiding behind the "Exile Register" was secretly using sealing wax to stick a dried rat tail to the back cover of the "Record of Seizure of Dangerous Publications Abroad." It was clear that the office work was indeed very boring.
Compared to this little trick of the clerk, Bichulin Priest sneaking a read of the "Analects" in the Foreign Office could be considered an extremely elegant hobby.
"Since the bigwig from the interrogation committee is here..." The duty officer's boot got stuck in the floor crack: "I shall..."
