Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 41 Assessment Results
"He's still inside..."

Even the man in camouflage outside was stunned. Then, he looked at Han Su with a serious expression.

Han Su merely glanced at him coldly and said, "If you don't like it, you can just pull open this iron fence now."

The man in camouflage frowned and actually reached out to pull on the iron fence, intending to rescue the chubby boy inside. Han Su, standing beside him, simply watched without trying to stop him.

In my opinion, this assessment has reached this level and should be concluded.

Sure enough, the chubby boy inside was still blank when he saw Han Su pull down the iron fence, but when he saw what the man in camouflage was about to do, he obviously panicked and had an instinct to dissuade him.

But in the end, he held back and shouted, "That's enough, it's time to end this!"

Amidst the cries, a few more indistinct syllables escaped from its mouth, and then the tension in the air returned.

The bloodline he had drawn on the ground, which had been scattered by the fakes, suddenly coalesced again and then moved to the front of the iron fence, encircling all the fakes inside. The bloodline was even becoming clearer and clearer.

Han Su looked closely and saw that blood was still dripping from the little fat boy's palm. It was this blood that strengthened the bloodline and then quickly contracted inward.

As the bloodline contracted, the fake figures inside were squeezed and forced to retreat by an invisible force.

Not only did they retreat step by step back to the elevator position, but even the suits and ties that had gradually become visible on their bodies, as well as the facial features, also faded rapidly as they retreated, until they turned back into dough figures.

They were forced into the elevator. As the elevator doors closed, the red light on the display flashed briefly before disappearing completely, and the elevator lost power again.

Only then did the chubby boy stop, take a few deep breaths, and say to the camouflage-clad man who was carrying the iron fence:

"You're the kind of person who never learns from a bad memory, aren't you?"

"..."

This time, it was the camouflage-clad man's turn to be stunned: "Huh?"

"So, this is the real end?"

After stopping the iron fence, Han Su just stared at the little fat boy's actions, looking at his strange blood, feeling a vague sense of great interest.

And regarding the ultimate purpose of this assessment, a vague understanding began to emerge in my heart:

What potential does the Disaster Management Agency want to see in them?
He recalled his experience in the dark castle, and compared to intelligence, courage, and ability, his selection criterion was "obedience."

After making the other trainees deeply understand the principles of fighting the bizarre, what was the purpose of arranging this group of fake people?
"When faced with the bizarre, the important thing is to block, block, block!!"

As Han Su was thinking, he heard the chubby boy say to the man in camouflage, "You released the monster to save me, did you even think about the consequences? Did you think about what would happen if the world were destroyed? Did you think about what would happen if your salary was docked?"

His loud reprimand completely stunned the man in camouflage, who, despite his large size, looked rather helpless.

Han Su seemed to be deep in thought. Noticing the camouflage man's embarrassment, he stepped forward and asked, "Captain, so what exactly came out of this elevator?"

The chubby boy was venting his anger on the man in camouflage when he saw Han Su coming over, and his face became even more unfriendly: "You can understand it as a shadow, or you can understand it as a negative force that can distort reality, or you can even understand it as a buried god."

"In short, they will do everything they can to infiltrate our reality."

"Our job is to discover them, find their source, then infiltrate and block them, and at the same time, eliminate those witnesses."

"..."

As she spoke, she glared at Han Su.

This guy has the nerve to come up here and ask questions?
I was very dissatisfied with the camouflage guy's behavior, but even if he made a mistake, he was saving my life. You, on the other hand, just locked me inside...

The thought of how decisively he pulled down the fence sent a chill down my spine…

That's perverted...

Does the Disaster Management Agency now only consider ability and not character when hiring?
"Something that has seeped into reality?"

Han Su's expression hardened slightly. It seemed that there was also a kind of extraordinary ability within the Disaster Management Bureau that relied on the spirit to penetrate reality.

And this bizarre thing is trying to infiltrate reality, is there some connection?
They remained silent on the way back to the base. As Han Su was about to enter the training hall, he unexpectedly saw Zhang Chiguo waiting there. Zhang Chiguo seemed to be in a good mood, and immediately patted Han Su on the shoulder, saying with a smile, "I didn't expect you to perform so well in the assessment."

"This bowl of rice is perfect for eating!"

"I felt relieved once the groups were divided."

As he spoke, he glanced at the camouflage-clad man beside him and the other trainees, then took something out of his pocket and stuffed it into Han Su's pocket, saying, "Take this. The training is about to end, so you still need to maintain good relationships with your colleagues."

Han Su looked down and couldn't help but laugh: Old Zhang can do this kind of thing?
When they handed over their guns and the remaining bullets, they returned to the training room and found all the trainees already there.

The number of people was complete, and there seemed to be no casualties or injuries, which might indicate that each group had completed their tasks well. However, the expressions on their faces were all rather strange.

Some were smug, some looked embarrassed, and some had a lingering sense of fear on their faces. It seemed that they had all witnessed something incomprehensible during this training.

Many were so frightened that they lost their composure and ran away.

Many of the people who were able to get here and participate in this training were already mentally prepared to see such things, but when they actually came into contact with them, they still felt a strange feeling that was hard to describe.

It's as if, from that first glance, normal life was completely and irrevocably out of reach.

At first, the instructors kept telling them that the advantage of the Disaster Management Agency's training department was that they wouldn't be fired no matter how they performed, which seemed like a good thing.

But after actually seeing it, my opinion changed.

If I'm going to have to deal with this kind of thing all the time, I might as well just fire myself...

"The results of the implementation assessment are in."

At this moment, the instructor sitting in the front chair turned around after the last two trainees came in and said, "You have half an hour of free time. After you are ready, we will arrange the final assessment for you, which is the code of conduct."

"When this result comes out, all your evaluation results will be displayed directly, and you will be assigned to different groups based on these evaluation results."

"Of course, if anyone feels that there is no need for all this trouble and they can start the code of conduct assessment directly, the venue is ready and they can come directly over."

"..."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Many of the trainees, who had previously appeared pale and somewhat out of sorts, suddenly changed their expressions and hurriedly took out the code of conduct, beginning to silently recite it.

Just then, the man in the white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses said, "I'm ready, so I'll go first!"

"Eh?"

Han Su was taken aback, thinking that after the rules were issued, wasn't this guy the first to put them down?

I've never seen him diligently studying the rules like others do.

Now they're applying to be the first one...

Have they given up?
Surprised, they watched as the man with the gold-rimmed glasses walked into a room across the street. Time passed slowly, and about ten minutes later, the man pushed open the door and came out.

Above his head, numbers flashed across an electronic information panel:
Code Name: Doctor

[Rule A]

[Insight: A]

[Strain: A]

[Blockage: B]

[Ciphertext: C]

[Execution: A]

[Additional Assessment: None]

(End of this chapter)