Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 36: Executing the Mission
'Spiritual penetration, the language of the gods…'

Han Su glanced at the girl, then slowly looked away.

This was the first time he had heard this theory, but when he thought of his right eye and left hand, he had a vague sense of familiarity with it.

Everyone else's infiltration was achieved through talent or training, but I accomplished it with a spell given to me by Song Chu and the scars left on my body by the monster. So, is this innate or acquired?

Having vaguely sensed something, Han Su seemed to have opened another door in secret. He gently squeezed his somewhat numb left hand, stood to one side, lost in thought.

Beside him, the instructor checked the time, and when the assessment was about to end, he immediately signaled the staff to stop the playback and opened the door to enter the room.

The other trainees in the room had all woken up and stared at each other blankly. Some looked confused, some looked gloomy, and some seemed thoughtful, as if they understood something but couldn't quite put their finger on it.

Some people even thought of the people who had just been sent away, and while they were still confused, they were also full of indignation: "Is it true or false?"

"Why does the same sound just sound like a jumbled mess to me, but she can hear two incantations in it?"

"Did you cheat?"

"..."

Amid the commotion, the instructor walked forward, snorted coldly, and said sarcastically, "Looks like you're just a bunch of talentless guys."

"Look at people!"

He turned around and pointed at Han Su: "You don't even need to take the assessment to get an A grade!"

Even Han Su, who was deep in thought, glanced at him.

The instructor, after fairly mocking all the trainees present, sighed and said, "In this project where it's easiest to get a high score, you didn't benefit at all. Which group you get assigned to depends on your efforts later on."

Hearing this, those who hadn't performed well in the competition were slightly encouraged, but then the instructor said, "Although the training that follows won't be of much use for the evaluation."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt extremely disappointed.

The instructor added, "It's a matter of life and death."

A group of trainees were getting angry: 'You talk too much nonsense, trying to show off, huh?'

But in fact, the instructors were right in the end. The trainees finally went from the novelty of entering the Disaster Management Bureau to the feeling of all kinds of new knowledge being squeezed into their brains.

The internal structure, topography, population distribution, key locations, power distribution, implementation of policies inside and outside the city of Qinggang, and so on.

It even includes some combat and firearms theory, as well as the operation of related electronic devices.

If it was initially called training but ended up being just two assessments, then these things now seem more like training.

But soon, as if they couldn't wait to stuff these necessary things into their heads and then kick them out of the base, they didn't even have time to memorize the rules.

Strangely, a lot of this useless stuff was talked about, but the parts about the bizarre, polluted, and eerie were never touched upon. And now, no matter how well the students learn, the existing content is no longer linked to the evaluation.

Six days later, the instructor came to the training room and smiled at the people with good or bad expressions, saying, "Congratulations, everyone."

"Now, your training is basically complete. Although the final evaluation results have not yet been released, you all know how well you have performed."

“Those students with high spiritual intuition have already made a bright future for themselves, and two of them will be directly assigned to Group D1.”

"Thirdly, he also successfully got his own bed in the mental hospital. Maybe he'll even be sent to the laboratory to carry out a serious research mission."

"And you, as ordinary people, will also face the final evaluation and assessment."

"Of course, you don't need to be discouraged. I told you from the beginning that we will not eliminate anyone. This training, or rather the assessment, will just help you to be grouped."

"..."

It would have been better if he hadn't said that; his words caused many of the trainees present to feel a sense of despair.

Just a week ago, I was so excited to sign my name on that contract, and now I regret signing it so much.

Many of them knew what they would face once they entered the Disaster Management Bureau, and they knew what kind of social status and extraordinary power they would have after becoming investigators. However, they were not prepared to be assigned to D5 or D6.

Of course, there are still many people who are suppressing their emotions with reason, and are now calmly considering: "What exactly is the final assessment?"

'...'

"This item is very important; many of your evaluation results will come from this item."

At this moment, the instructor clapped his hands, and someone came in carrying a tray filled with sealed letters. He gestured for everyone to gather around and said cheerfully:
"Of course, this is also your opportunity." "Memory and spiritual intuition are talents that cannot be changed or even improved, but the upcoming assessment will give you a chance to demonstrate your abilities."

"These envelopes contain the tasks you need to perform tonight. Do your best to complete them, but don't feel pressured. There will be professionals overseeing things, so theoretically there is no risk involved."

"But believe me, this may be the only mission you receive from the Disaster Management Agency that is risk-free."

"..."

'Should we execute the task directly?'

Han Su and the other students felt a slight tremor in their hearts. They looked at each other in bewilderment, and then someone went to take an envelope.

When it was Han Su's turn, he randomly drew a card from the middle, opened the envelope, and saw the details of his mission printed on the top sheet of paper:

[From 10:00 PM to 3:00 AM, guard elevator B3 of Huaguang Building. Please report any abnormalities immediately and eliminate any humanoid creatures that emerge from the elevator.]

Below that, there is information on where to pick up the gun.

"Elevator security?"

The task's content left Han Su completely baffled. He couldn't imagine the difficulty of the task. Looking up at the others, he found that many others shared his bewilderment.

The observed anomalies seem somewhat understandable, but was this "killing" for real?
Their doubts reached their peak after a period of rest, when they went to collect their sidearms as instructed.

When they received this heavy, dark object, many people found it somewhat unbelievable.

It's actually the real thing.

It also comes with two magazines.

Nowadays, gun control in cities is far too strict. Gang fights involve baseball bats and chainsaws; firearms are only seen in movies and TV shows.

The vast majority of those who entered this training program were indeed the elite of the elite, but being an elite meant that they all had expertise in a certain area.

But how can you use a firearm you've never handled before if you suddenly find yourself holding it?

Han Su also picked up his gun, seemingly lost in thought, when a soft voice sounded beside him: "What's your mission tonight?"

Turning my head, I saw the girl who liked to wear black hoodies and hoodies.

He immediately became alert: This assessment had emphasized confidentiality more than once; could it be that inquiring about other people's tasks was also part of the assessment?

When the girl saw that he didn't answer, she looked at the gun in his hand and said, "You don't know how to use a gun, do you?"

Han Su said, "Are you that curious?"

The girl wearing a black hood asked, "Do you need me to teach you?"

Han Su smiled and said, "Is there really such a good thing?"

Who knows if these people who all want to get into Group D1D2 also have competitive intentions, or maybe they're just trying to set a trap?

As a result, the woman in the black hood took Han Su aside and meticulously demonstrated to him how to load the gun, how to release the safety, how to aim, and how to change the magazine.

She spoke very carefully and gently, sounding just like a kindergarten teacher teaching a child how to use chopsticks.

However, Han Su listened, and after a while, even the other trainees who were not used to using guns gathered around and watched silently. She didn't seem to care either.

Han Su carefully followed her instructions for a while, but couldn't find anything wrong. However, a question arose in his mind. After the girl demonstrated it carefully once more, he couldn't resist and reached out his hand directly.

"Thank you, Han Su."

The girl in the black hood paused for a moment, lowered her head, but still extended her hand and said, "My name is Dong Wei."

“Dong Wei…”

Han Su felt a little disappointed, but still somewhat unwilling, and asked, "Then may I ask, have you ever had a former name, Meilan, or something similar?"

"Meilan?"

The girl in the black hoodie paused for a moment, then smiled and shook her head, saying, "No..."

Han Su felt a little disappointed, thinking to himself, it seems that it really wasn't her. But since she didn't set a trap or have any reason, why was she so nice to him?
(End of this chapter)