Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 40: The Assessment Pro (New Book Seeking Monthly Tickets)
'Is this all the power my left hand can have?'

'But there was clearly no mental infiltration, yet he seemed to have gained an extraordinary strength?'

'No, my mental energy is still being depleted, but compared to directly infiltrating reality, the depletion is much less, and it's much more subtle...'

In that instant, Han Su noticed the abnormality in his left hand. Although he had tried it silently before, he had never had the chance to use it. Now, using it had brought him unexpected convenience.

If he were to use the power of his right eye, the noise would be enormous and would have been noticed long ago. But with the power of his left hand, no one would be able to detect it. Perhaps the only anomaly would be that Han Su would appear to be a bit too strong, but as long as he controls it, it wouldn't seem too outrageous.

Even the camouflage man he had pulled out used the momentum to flip over and land steadily on the ground, with five white marks on his palm from Han Su's pinching.

He rubbed his arm, nodded to Han Su, and said, "You're very thin, but you're really strong."

'...'

"These things are too fierce, back off, back off."

At that moment, the chubby boy saw that the man in camouflage had also been rescued, and immediately shouted and rushed towards the stairwell.

But upon reaching the stairwell, he suddenly turned around, stopped, and shouted, "We'll guard this place! We absolutely cannot let these fake humans out and into society! They'll evolve into humans!"

But when he shouted that they were going to retreat, the panicked trainees rushed out in a rush. But when he stopped, they were overwhelmed by an invisible panic and no one wanted to stop. They desperately squeezed into the stairwell.

Some people even tumbled down the stairs in a chaotic scuffle.

Only Han Su and the camouflage man stopped beside the chubby boy, one on each side, and raised their guns. However, the camouflage man's gun was out of bullets, but Han Su picked up a gun from the ground next to him and handed it to him.

Before them, countless dough figures emerged from the elevator one after another, their steps synchronized as they steadily walked toward them.

As they moved away from the elevator, changes in their bodies became faintly apparent.

At first, it was like dough, soft and strange, all white, but gradually black appeared on its body, and facial features began to emerge on its head.

At first glance, they already look somewhat like a group of humans dressed in black suits.

The closer you get, the more human-like they become.

The invisible eeriness and oppressive feeling pushed back layer by layer, even causing Han Su's mental power to feel fluid even without chanting incantations.

But he forced himself to remain silent, thinking to himself, "So, this is actually still an assessment?"

"This chubby captain's acting is terrible. He acted very well at first, probably because he didn't know there would be this arrangement. But later, after these fake people appeared, he didn't ask them anything through the walkie-talkie. Instead, he just stood there, as if listening to the voice in his earpiece."

"So, this whole thing is an assessment from beginning to end!"

"..."

Since it was an assessment, he naturally couldn't use the abilities of his right eye. Han Su just gritted his teeth and showed no fear as he picked up his gun and aimed at the fake people with an extremely professional posture.

However, instead of holding the gun with his right hand, he had a sudden inspiration and changed it to holding it with his left hand.

He wasn't left-handed to begin with, and switching to holding the gun with his left hand felt extremely awkward. However, his left hand possessed an unusual sense of stability and strength. As he aimed at the fake men, bullets poured out one after another, completely eliminating the recoil.

'I'm a fucking shooting genius?!'

Han Su was pleasantly surprised. He felt that his left hand was holding the gun very steadily, as if he were using a machine to fire the gun.

Although his aiming ability and shooting experience are still somewhat lacking, he can already predict how much his shooting talent will be enhanced once he becomes familiar with it.

While pleasantly surprised, she calmly wondered, "If this is an assessment, is it time to call it a day, or are there other arrangements to come?"

……

……

"Such great talent?"

Meanwhile, at the Disaster Management Bureau base, Zhang Chiguo and his staff watched the footage on the monitor with unexpected joy on their faces.

It seems they didn't expect Han Su to perform so well.

"Even those who knew about the existence of the surreal and bizarre before joining the Disaster Management Bureau were mostly just paying lip service to it. When they actually saw it, the shock was enough to make their legs go weak."

"Normally, if you can remain calm and not wet your pants when you see these things, you can get a C grade."

"Those who can understand the captain's orders and carry them out smoothly are already at the B level."

"And these two, who not only avoided all the potential risks but also rescued other students, and whose rationality was not affected by this bizarre behavior from beginning to end, are simply... are practically born investigators..."

"Yes, not bad skills, and surprisingly good shooting talent too..."

"..."

Among the group of people praising him, a bald man spoke from the bottom of his heart: "This one, this young man, truly deserves to be the one Zhang Tou has his eye on!"

"At first, when Director Zhang was going to give him an A grade, I thought Director Zhang was going to pull strings!"

"So, it turns out I really did have a bad eye. Although his intuition is low, he's actually the most suitable for this kind of mission. Indeed, indeed, Zhang Tou's skill is far superior..." "..."

Hearing his感慨 (sentiments/reflections), Zhang Chiguo's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.

……

……

"Calling, calling..."

"Yes, yes, received..."

Meanwhile, in the current overall confrontation with the fake people, the chubby captain was shouting and acting with great enthusiasm.

Although he spoke loudly, he made few movements, focusing more on Han Su and the camouflage man. Occasionally, when a fake man got too close, he would casually fire a shot and accurately knock them to the ground.

Watching these two men calmly and decisively draw their guns and fire, I felt a mixture of admiration and unease.
'That soldier is one thing, that's professional conduct, but the other one…'

'Who would dare to fire a gun the first time they handle one, firing endlessly at something that's becoming more and more like a human?'

'He...he even smiled, his smile was harder to suppress than a gunshot...'

"...They're all saying there's a psychopath among the new recruits who's got a dozen or so lives on his hands. Could it be him?"

'...'

He continued his observation until he heard something coming from his earpiece, at which point he suddenly shook his head violently and shouted at Han Su and the man in camouflage, "Stop! Be alert!"

Han Su and the camouflage-clad man immediately stopped firing, even as the "fake people" drew closer and closer, some of whom had even opened their eyes.

The colors on their bodies became increasingly distinct, even vaguely forming the folds and lines of suits. Their heads were no longer a pale white; strange black threads began to appear, forming hair.

Indeed, as the chubby boy said, they seem to be evolving into "humans".

Clothes are appearing on its body, hair is growing on its head, and some of it is even evolving glasses, leather shoes, and pink socks.

The chubby boy took a step forward, pulled out a dagger with one hand, and raised the other hand. He slashed his palm with the knife, and blood immediately seeped out. Then, using the blood as a pen, he drew a straight line on the ground.

Those fake people were moving forward at an extremely fast speed, and they were about to cross the blood line, but they suddenly stopped.

It seemed that the line of blood had a sense of oppression on them.

Then, the chubby boy stood in front of the bloodline and silently uttered something, very short but full of mystery, and the air around him seemed to vibrate slightly as a result.

A bizarre scene unfolded: the blood lines he drew on the ground appeared to come alive.

Slightly wriggling and twisting, the line drawn with blood resembled a swarm of red ants, and it slowly moved forward with the little fat boy's steps.

As the bloodline moved forward, the group of fake men moved back.

The chubby boy seemed to be trying to force the fake man back into the elevator, but unexpectedly, the elevator dinged again at that moment.

Then, suddenly, countless wax figures poured out of the elevator, looking like a white tide, overwhelming and carrying the wax figures in front of them, rushing madly forward.

The bloodline that the chubby boy had laid down was squeezed and collapsed in an instant.

"Oh no, we can't stop them..."

The chubby boy exclaimed in surprise, waving his still-bleeding hand and stepping aside, seemingly to prevent the wax figures from rushing towards him.

Upon seeing this, the man in camouflage immediately stepped forward to rescue the chubby boy who was about to be trapped inside.

“I see…”

But Han Su instantly understood: 'The final step of the assessment is to see what the trainees will do if the 'defense line' fails.'

He suddenly grabbed the man in camouflage and shouted, "Back off!"

The man in camouflage exclaimed in surprise, his face showing confusion.

Han Su had just saved his life when everyone was in a panic, which made him distrust Han Su and others. However, he still couldn't quite understand this decision.

But Han Su had no time to explain. He grabbed the camouflage man with his left hand and pulled him backward.

About four or five meters behind, in the corridor, there was a row of stainless steel pull-down iron railings embedded in the ceiling. Han Su had noticed this when he arrived at this place; it was a basic skill for him, who frequently visited the castle.

At this moment, seeing more and more fake men emerging, Han Su forcibly dragged the camouflage man to the iron fence, leaped up, and pulled hard, pulling the iron fence down and solidly blocking the corridor.

Bang bang bang!
The fakes were immediately sealed inside by the iron bars, along with the chubby boy with a blank expression:
"What are you doing?"

"I'm still inside..."

(End of this chapter)