The World Is Falling Apart, and I'm Spreading Pancakes

We are the only department in the bureau that cannot counterattack, tearing up green tea with hands and kicking scumbags. We can only travel through the lives of passers-by who died unexpectedly due to the protagonist's aura being too powerful, but we cannot interfere with our own or even the lives of others. Quick Travel is just a job title for a wage earner who has a glamorous appearance but a dark background. Fragment 1: 3695day So thin, with only a thin layer of flesh surrounding the bones. After I get home, my eldest brother and my mother will scold me to death. Qimei has been a little crybaby since she was a child, and she doesn't know how to cry. The third sister is even more of a crybaby. It's okay, everything is okay. Brother will take you home. My brother has done many wrong things. Brother, I miss you so much. My brother is also a big crybaby and cannot bear to miss you. Fragment 2: Maid 1: Tell me, why didn't the king leave a door or a window for the Duke? Maid 2: Anyone can enter the door, but the Duke is the only one who can open the window. (In the corner) adras: That's the step I placed, okay, you idiot! I don't understand the heart of a child at all!