Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 108 No Time for Games (Thanks to Yan Zong for the Silver Alliance support)

Is everything going well?

Seeing that it was a false alarm, Han Su turned around to look.

I just gave the order to make the ghost truck hide as deep as possible.

But can hiding like this really prevent the disaster management agency from detecting it and create the illusion that the mission has been completed?
Just then, the phone suddenly made a sound.

This is a message from Miss Ai: [The C+ level ghost truck fluctuation detected has disappeared. Please confirm if the mission is complete.]

Han Su immediately replied: 【Done!】

Miss Ai: [Congratulations, Mr. Butcher. Please leave the mission area. Professionals will come to conduct an inspection.]

Only then did Han Su feel relieved. He looked up at the cat-face mask and found it rather strange.

She was straddling a motorcycle, her breathtakingly long legs clad in riding boots, and laughed, "That was really something. Such a simple task caused such a massive upheaval. I didn't even know that the disaster management bureau's staff had to work this hard these days."

Han Su glanced at her twice before asking, "Miss Wei, why are you here?"

Cat Sister's mask visibly paused for a moment: "?"

Nearby, Xu Ji secretly picked up a stone when he heard the sound of a motorcycle.

But upon seeing the person who entered, he immediately dropped the stone with relief, clapped his hands, and said, "That's right, Miss Wei, you don't also like to race cars on the highway, do you?"

The cat-faced man was stunned. He touched his mask, which was still on, and said awkwardly, "I'm not..."

Why are you wearing a mask?

Xu Ji squinted and said, "With your figure, you'd have to cover yourself up completely, right?"

Han Su also felt puzzled. Logically, he should be wary of someone with such strange behavior, but facing her, he felt a sense of relief. While turning around to pack his things, he politely asked:
"Did you also take on a case?"

"Thank you."

"..."

Wei Lan was suddenly a little embarrassed and said, "Can you guys at least respect my disguise?"

……

The surrounding fog was dissipating more quickly, and vehicles and people could be seen approaching from all directions. Among them were people dressed like ordinary people, as well as people in uniform and fully armed, led by Secretary Cui Qiao.

Because of the approach of these armed personnel, those who had accepted the Xu family's commission could only watch from a distance.

"How are things going?"

Secretary Cui Qiao quickly approached, her expression very serious.

His pupils contracted slightly as his gaze swept over the person riding the motorcycle, but he didn't rush to say anything.

"Mission accomplished."

Han Su pointed to the pile of wreckage on the ground, then picked up the Dead Sea Spear, which had become a complete waste: "Is the stuff the Disaster Management Bureau gave us so flimsy?"

"..."

Secretary Cui Qiao stared at the piece of scrap metal, her face turning extremely grim. She couldn't care less about the loss of such an expensive item in the blink of an eye; her mind was only filled with the malicious gazes coming from the direction of Qinggang City. She shook her head and whispered to Han Su:

"You attempted to infiltrate maliciously during your mission, but you were likely unsuccessful and were stopped by a very capable person."

He glanced in Wei Lan's direction and added, "For other matters, we need to discuss them with Director Zhang and use his higher authority to investigate."

"but……"

She abruptly changed the subject, asking, "Since the Dead Sea Nail has been destroyed, how did you deal with this monstrous creature?"

"I had already penetrated the core of the Ghost Truck before this thing malfunctioned."

Han Su casually tossed the half-section of scrap metal onto the ground and said, "So, this thing has perished along with the ghost truck."

He paused slightly, then turned to Xu Ji and asked, "Isn't that right?"

Xu Ji shouted, "That's right, I saw it with my own eyes!"

Secretary Cui Qiao's face turned somewhat grim. She took a few steps closer, seemingly to inspect the Dead Sea Spear, but as she passed Han Su, she whispered, "It's reasonable enough. That's how it's written in the report. It won't delay our investigation into that malicious infiltration."

"We don't need witnesses."

As he spoke, he frowned, his gaze sweeping over Miss Catface and Xu Ji, who were watching the scene unfold, and said in a deep voice, "The Disaster Management Bureau is handling an anomaly and does not allow prying in. Your presence here makes you deep contacts."

"I can take you back for investigation directly!"

"..."

"Understand!"

Wei Lan, or rather, Miss Cat Face, turned the handlebars again and laughed, "The Qinggang Disaster Management Bureau doesn't manage itself very well, but it acts all high and mighty. Does it mean that those of us who don't join the Disaster Management Bureau won't even be given a way to survive?"

Secretary Cui's expression darkened slightly as he said, "You're wearing a mask right now, so I can't issue a warrant for your arrest. But if anyone sees your face under the mask, you can forget about ever staying in Qinggang City again!"

Miss Catface immediately laughed and said, "I'll run away right now so I won't cause you any trouble."

He patted the back seat and said to Xu Ji, "What are you still standing there for? Do you want to be taken back for questioning by the Disaster Management Bureau?"

Xu Ji immediately realized what was happening and quickly got into her car. The two of them twisted the accelerator and sped off, disappearing into the vast night. Neither Secretary Cui Qiao nor the security personnel she brought paid any attention to this.

'The Disaster Management Bureau has a complicated attitude towards these mysterious organizations...'

Han Su watched them leave. The other people at the blocking positions had also withdrawn without saying goodbye or revealing their identities.

Even the settlement afterward is done through a secret table, so theoretically it has nothing to do with me.

Black Tiger, Raven, and the Doctor, on the other hand, were slowly walking back from a distance.

They all looked very serious, especially Black Tiger, whose hair, which was already buzz-cut, was now standing on end.

It looked like I'd been electrocuted.

"Mission accomplished."

Han Su turned to them and said, "As the personnel responsible for blocking the way, you also need to write reports. During the entire process, you did not abandon your posts, did you?" Hei Hu's face was grim. He glanced at Secretary Cui Qiao and said, "No, but someone still broke in."

"I can't beat her."

"..."

Miss Crow's gaze swept over the scrap metal on the ground, the charred marks suggesting the intensity of the battle that had just taken place.

She nodded slightly.

Only the doctor slowly raised his head and said, "I've been in the blocking position the whole time."

After a pause, he simply confessed, "At first, I wasn't in my blocking position. But when I saw so many enthusiastic people coming, I returned to my blocking position and never left. I even recited the blocking spell when I sensed the ghost truck trying to escape."

"In that case, our reports will be easier to write."

Han Su nodded and said, "Now we're heading back to the base. Miss Crow, if you don't mind, would you like to ride in the same car with me?"

The crow was surprised by Han Su's words and nodded slightly after a long while.

The Doctor and Black Tiger rode in the same car they had come in, while Han Su and Miss Crow sat in the same car, silently thinking to themselves:

"The malicious infiltration that Secretary Cui Qiao just mentioned, is that the monster that's currently transforming?"

"What on earth is this guy doing? Does he want me dead, or is he trying to stop me from getting my investigator's license?"

"..."

While he closed his eyes in deep thought, Miss Crow simply sat in silence.

She didn't know why Han Su had asked her to come to this car until Han Su opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Miss Crow."

Han Su's voice sounded somewhat distant as he suddenly asked, "Who ordered you to contact me, or rather, to observe me?"

Miss Crow paused, her expression flashing for a moment with intense panic, fear, shame, and even a hint of terror.

But then, their eyes turned straight to Han Su, with a beast-like wariness.

In that instant, she seemed to have forcibly switched to a different personality, her gaze cold and sharp, filled with hostility towards everything.

I consider you a friend.

Han Suwen remained motionless, simply looking intently into her eyes, and said, "You can choose to tell me, or you can choose to keep your distance from me starting today, or you can go directly to the person who gave you the order and ask her exactly what she wants to do to me."

“I cherish you as a friend, but I have no interest in playing this game of espionage and counter-espionage.”

"..."

Miss Crow's tough and cold expression was instantly shattered by a trace of shame.

The wariness on her face subsided, but her face still flushed red.

She seemed overwhelmed by endless regret, and when she met Han Su's gaze, she appeared even more unable to control herself.

"I...I don't know..."

She suddenly stammered, "It's just... it's just that I was told to come, so I came..."

She tried her best to speak, but she could no longer continue. Suddenly, she said forcefully, "I...I will ask why!"

The next moment, she suddenly pulled open the moving car door and jumped into the darkness on both sides, startling the security personnel driving in front.

Han Su looked at the dark car door that was letting in the night wind, and slowly reached out to close the door.

Miss Crow has not done anything to wrong herself, but her position is awkward, so it's better to be upfront about what needs to be said.

The completion of this Ghost Truck mission seems to be a relief.

However, the vast unknowns and unpredictability also gave rise to a strong sense of insecurity in him. The Disaster Management Bureau seemed to wield considerable power, and its rules were binding on many people, but that was limited to within the city. Outside the city...

So powerless!

After a long while, he let out a soft sigh and slowly sorted out his thoughts: "Finally, how should I write the report?"

"The first step was to use myself as bait to lure out the ghost truck, which made perfect sense."

"The second step is that I have arranged for three personnel to carry out the blocking work... Regardless of whether it is reasonable for three people to guard six locations, the fact is that the ghost truck did not escape, and Miss Ai should accept this result."

"And the third step..."

"..."

Han Su wrote this report with exceptional care.

From the initial preparation stage to the execution stage, and even the spying encountered during execution and the failure of the Dead Sea Nail, everything was handled with utmost care.

Of course, he also admitted that the mission was not perfect.

For example, a passerby might intrude into the scene of a mission.

However, since the ghost truck has been dealt with, these passersby are not considered to be at risk of contact.

If the Disaster Management Bureau is capable, go find them yourself; it has nothing to do with me.

Of course, there were still concerns when submitting the report. We didn't know if Ms. Ai could conduct a deeper scan to discover the truth, or whether the wreckage left behind when the ghost truck transformed could be used as evidence of mission completion.

However, this worry was quickly dispelled by Miss Ai's reply:
The investigation report has been accepted, the wreckage of the ghost truck has been recovered, and the relevant files are being cancelled.

[Thank you, Mr. Butcher, for your efforts in strengthening the Reality Defense Line. Your initial rating is improving. Keep up the good work!]

【…】

"Another similar response. Does this mean Miss Ai has approved my report?"

Han Su had a strange feeling. Everyone in the Disaster Management Bureau said how important the report was and how strict the review was, but why did he feel that it was always so easy to write?

Is it because the writing is too good?

(End of this chapter)