Lin pinched his nose and picked up a loose piece of silk fabric: "What is this?"
Mobius scowled, sulking: "Stockings."
"From last week?"
"Last month."
Lin casually tossed it into the trash can.
It was hard to imagine that someone as organized and intelligent as Mobius could have such a chaotic life. Perhaps it was because in her lab, she was paramount, and she was constantly immersed in various experiments and surgeries. Her private space was a mirror image of Kevin's home—even the instant noodles were placed where they could be easily reached.
Needed and unneeded items were piled together. Used things were replaced with new ones, which she then hoarded like a squirrel. Everything was packed tightly.
Lin was not a germaphobe, but to maintain his physical well-being, he kept his living environment and routine perfectly organized. Having lived alone since childhood, his living habits were healthily disciplined in a way few could match. Thus, Mobius's dim, damp little nest, similar to a snake's hole, looked like a mass grave to him.
After a simple cleanup of the garbage, Lin looked at the still-cluttered room and asked, "Where do you keep your makeup?"
"I never use makeup." Mobius, standing at the door with crossed arms, looked contemptuous, finding Lin's question superfluous.
"You never use powder puffs, blush, or perfume, but you occasionally use cleansing cream, eyeshadow, and lip balm. However, the colors are very light, and your hair and eye colors are more prominent, so it's generally unnoticeable."
"You..."
Goosebumps erupted on Mobius's skin.
What was wrong with this person? Why did he observe so clearly after only meeting a few times? Even Blanca couldn't tell she occasionally wore light makeup.
Lin quickly found the cosmetics he mentioned in various corners. He neatly arranged them so they wouldn't be hard to find when needed.
"Meddlesome," Mobius said, a surge of unprovoked anger rising as she watched his meticulousness.
Lin's injuries didn't reduce his efficiency. He spent just over ten minutes cleaning Mobius's private office inside and out, tidying everything up, and neatly stacking the documents on the table.
Mobius silently gazed at the refreshed office. Whether it was her imagination or not, even the lights in the room seemed brighter.
It's... not bad?
However, he wasn't finished. After a short rest, Lin grabbed cleaning supplies and began cleaning the entire lab, much to the horror of Fuxi and Nuwa.
"Why are there utility knives and cutters in the lab?" Lin frowned, picking up an unpainted GK model kit. "Does your lab outsource model assembly?"
Everyone in the lab simultaneously looked at Nuwa, whose forehead was slick with cold sweat.
"Nuwa, I told you not to bring your personal hobbies into the lab," Mobius said. When she narrowed her eyes, she looked like a venomous snake flicking its tongue—terrifying and dangerous.
Nuwa's pupils shook; she stammered, "This, this..."
It seems a bad boss makes bad subordinates.
Lin shook his head.
...
"Minister? Minister? Minister!"
"Stay back!"
Delta suddenly opened his eyes, let out a strange cry, and jumped three meters into the air, pointing the screwdriver in his hand at the bewildered department members, his head drenched in sweat.
"Huff, huff, huff..." He panted, his confused mind failing to grasp the situation. He looked around the scene with glazed eyes.
What happened?
"Minister, are you okay? You suddenly fainted just now. You really should get some rest," the subordinate in front said with concern, spreading his hands to persuade the mentally unwell Delta.
Delta stared blankly at the screwdriver in his hand: "I... fainted..."
After the Party yesterday, he immediately threw himself back into research. The prolonged high-pressure work had finally overwhelmed his body.
He put down his tools, his mouth dry, and sighed, "But, the Titan's development is still at a standstill."
"But Minister, there's no need to rush so much, is there?"
"...Disasters never stop and wait for you."
Delta's lowered gaze was gloomy. A silhouette flashed before his eyes, then dissolved in the light.