Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 49 The First Official Mission

"The Crystal Skull Organization??"

After seeing Zhang Chiguo off, Han Su returned to his apartment and sat quietly for a long time, his mind still filled with the information he had been coaxed into giving him.

So, Zhang Chiguo met the woman there while investigating an incident related to the mysterious organization Crystal Skull?

In other words, she really has been in Qinggang City all along, and perhaps she is not far from him.

A sense of uncontrollable irritation and a complex mix of gritted teeth arose in my heart, but then I suddenly felt relieved: it was quite interesting that he was so close yet hadn't shown up once in ten years.

Now, there's only one question: when do we go to find this mysterious organization?
Zhang Chiguo insisted that he could only investigate these matters after becoming an investigator, and of course, I had to listen.

But then again…

...Is it okay if I don't actually investigate and just casually inquire?

He felt relieved, then drew the curtains, locked the door, sat down at his computer desk, and turned on his brand-new secondhand computer.

He texted the woman with the black rose profile picture: "I'm back."

Black Rose: [!!! You've been kidnapped and sent back to the past again? It's only been eight days, and your intervals have already been compressed to this extent?]

Han Su: [...]

No, that's not related. I went on a business trip and just got back to Qinggang City.

Black Rose: [What does that have to do with me?]

Han Su: […I thought we were friends.]

【All right! 】

Black Rose replied: [I just remembered, I also have something to tell you. The police department just canceled your consultation fee, took away all your records, and even forbade me to keep a backup.]

I want you to delete all our chat history.

[Hehe, but I deleted it long before they even spoke. I didn't want our chat history from that day to be leaked.]

【…】

'Is it because I joined the Disaster Management Agency that my file was encrypted?'

Han Su thought to himself, then suddenly felt that her tone was a bit strange. He wondered, what was so shameful about their chat history? Except for the fact that he would be kidnapped and taken back...

Hmm? That is a problem.

Han Su wasn't afraid to tell people about being kidnapped, since he had done it time and time again and was on the verge of not being able to survive.

It wasn't until she met Zhang Chiguo and learned some things that she began to intentionally keep it a secret. Now, thinking about it, she even considered whether to kill Black Rose and silence her.

A few casual taps on the keyboard: [None of that matters anymore. Do you remember when I was disfigured and blinded?]

【? 】

Black Rose sent a huge question mark: "When did you ever have your face disfigured? If you weren't so handsome, would I have the patience to play with you?"

[And those chat logs—I wasn't flirting with you, just having serious conversations—you'd better delete them all!!]

Sure enough, she had completely forgotten.

It was only at this moment that Han Su realized what she cared about.

Along this path of life, I wasn't disfigured or blinded in one eye, and my looks are still acceptable. At least this Black Rose has become much more affectionate towards me.

She would also say from time to time that chatting online was boring and that I should come to her office to find her.

She also mentioned that she keeps a cat in her office that can do backflips...

He quickly shook his head to clear his mind of those thoughts, pondered for a moment, and then brought up a topic that truly concerned him:
Did you know that in this city, or even the surrounding area, there are some organizations that worship mysterious forces, involving crystals, skulls, and such?

【? 】

Black Rose was extremely displeased upon hearing this: "I'm a psychologist, and a psychologist who's almost out of patients. Do you think I know everything?"

A while later, another message came in: "There are many organizations in Qinggang that worship mysterious forces. In certain social circles, believing in mysterious forces is quite popular, you know?"

You're not talking about the Crystal Skull organization, are you?

[It seems to be a fairly well-known organization within the mystery enthusiast community, worshipping a crystal skull unearthed from an ancient ruin.]

They believed these ancient artifacts possessed mystical powers, whether it was to invigorate the body, grant immortality, or even cause sheep-headed feats, they were very popular, and many important figures were their followers. However, they have since disappeared from Qinggang City...

【why? 】

Crackdown intensifies!

[...and you still say you don't understand?]

[Hobbies...]

【…】

"Since the police department will no longer pay for my services, can I still continue to consult with you?" "Of course!"

Black Rose answered decisively, adding, "You can pay for it yourself."

Alright!

Han Su finalized the cooperation with her and wasn't worried about the money. Although he didn't have any money right now, he could always go to her house to watch her cat do a backflip.

Although this black rose was not particularly good at her job and did not believe in the existence of true mysterious forces, Han Su was still willing to talk to her more.

Firstly, her professional skills were average, but her professional knowledge was highly confidential.

For example, when Han Su received psychological counseling from her, even if the police came to ask, she would only tell him the result and not the content of the conversation. She was even more tight-lipped than the priest in the confession room.

Another point is that Han Su is increasingly wondering why someone who doesn't believe in mysticism has such representative advice in the field of mysticism.

There were still many questions he wanted to ask, such as the ghost truck, the fake man, and the cipher incantation, but Han Su thought that he had just entered the Disaster Management Bureau and did not yet understand its operating rules, so he held back for the time being.

Once he was certain that this woman could still serve as his unprofessional advisor, he closed the chat window.

This mysterious organization does indeed exist, but it is described in two completely different ways by Black Rose and Zhang Chiguo:

"Just as there are organizations like our Disaster Management Bureau that want to prevent certain things from infiltrating, there are also organizations that worship mystery and are willing to do anything to let those things infiltrate."

"Of course you'll be in danger while you're in the Disaster Management Bureau, but if you recklessly make contact with those organizations, the danger will be even greater."

"So, until you have the ability to protect yourself, if you see them, avoid them."

"..."

Han Su was very familiar with this feeling. In the castle, he dared not step into a corridor without seeing what was in it.

Now that Han Su is determined to find out the truth about this matter, looking at the vast and mysterious world of Qinggang City, he also feels as if he is about to step into the unknown corridor of the ancient castle.

Stepping into the corridor may mean facing danger at every turn, but once you pass through it, there will be a door that represents hope.

"Di!"

Just as he was pondering these questions, he suddenly received a crisp notification.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening. He quickly picked up his phone and saw that the Disaster Management Bureau's app had already sent him a message:
[E3-level Request: From 1:00 AM to 5:00 AM, go to the third streetlight on the right end of Chunhua Street, accurately record the exact times when this streetlight goes out and comes on, and submit the corresponding data!]

"My mission has begun?"

It took Han Su a moment to realize what was going on. He checked the time; it was already 11 p.m.

Without delay, he immediately got up, put on his clothes and shoes, and then picked up the briefcase he had received from the disaster management bureau.

I went downstairs, took a taxi, and arrived at Chunhua Street in about half an hour. I saw that many shops were still open and there were snack shops on the roadside. I found a place to sit down and looked around from a distance.

It's just an ordinary street lamp, with a black pole and a retro lampshade.

The light is on perfectly now, and mosquitoes are buzzing around the lampshade, so there's nothing unusual about it.

The time hadn't come yet, so he wasn't in a hurry to do anything; he just waited patiently.

About half an hour later, the temperature on the street seemed a bit cold, and pedestrians began to quicken their pace. The drunkards also seemed to sober up a bit, and the shops began to close as it approached midnight.

About ten minutes later, a team of police officers came to patrol, and after they left, there were even fewer pedestrians on the street.

Han Su waited by the roadside until 12:50 a.m. When he looked around, he saw that the whole street was empty, as if the whole city had been emptied.

Only that street lamp remained, still quietly shining its light, guarding this empty world.

He picked up his suitcase, walked slowly to the side of the street, stood under the tall plane trees beside him, and looked up.

The wind grew cold all around, and the figures disappeared.

There seemed to be a sense of tension in the air.

The streetlights, however, seemed to be working normally until 1:27 a.m., when they flickered slightly, as if due to insufficient power supply. Han Su noted down this time.

And then wait patiently.

As the night went by, he recorded the streetlights flashing three times, with two brief periods of darkness, one lasting two minutes and twenty-three seconds and the other three minutes and fifty-six seconds.

Besides, nothing else happened.

Han Su stayed there until 5:00 a.m. A thin mist had begun to rise on the road, and early risers walked by, looking at this strange person carrying a black suitcase and standing under the streetlight.

When the streetlights went out silently, Han Su turned around and disappeared into the morning mist.

Nothing happened that night.

Han Su didn't feel disappointed; he simply submitted the data he had recorded.

As he boarded the bus, the program beeped, and Han Su saw the feedback that the record had been successfully submitted and the task was completed.

[Miss Ai: Thank you, Mr. Butcher, for your contribution to the Reality Defense Line. Your initial rating is improving, please keep up the good work!]

(End of this chapter)