Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 53 Finding the Door

This time, Han Su did not leave immediately after receiving the mission information. He waited for another five or seven minutes to make sure that the flash would not occur again, and felt a sense of surprise.

Being dragged back when you don't want to go is unpleasant, but not showing up when you're ready is equally strange.

As he pondered this, he went out the door, took a taxi back to the base, showed his identification, received his service weapon, stuffed it into his briefcase, and then quickly took a taxi to the Pinghu Road intersection.

What is this mission?

As we approached our destination, I calmed myself down and thought to myself, "When I first took the assessment, the instructor said that stun guns were better than guns, and that investigators didn't like firearms, which are classic weapons with too many flaws. Now it seems like that was complete nonsense."

"They simply don't trust us yet, which is why they're just using stun guns to fool us."

"Otherwise, why would they immediately notify us to come to the base to collect our weapons and ammunition with our identification whenever a dangerous mission is encountered?"

"..."

Upon arrival at the destination, I discovered it was a bustling and lively place.

Standing at a crossroads, with many roads crisscrossing, he arrived at the meeting point and unexpectedly saw several familiar faces: the doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Black Tiger in casual camouflage, Crow in tight jeans, and Raven wearing headphones.

Besides them, there were several people who had been assigned to the D3D4 group after their training ended. They were wearing uniform clothing, unlike the D1D2 group members who were all wearing casual clothes.

When they met, they exchanged brief greetings, and all eyes turned to a small restaurant next door.

This small restaurant was the meeting point. It seemed to have been temporarily requisitioned. The owner and the waiters were nowhere to be found. At a table further inside sat a man with slicked-back hair and a silver briefcase at his feet.

The man had triangular eyes and a protruding mouth that resembled a bird's beak; he was hardly handsome. However, his aura clearly made him the center of attention for everyone.

Now, while looking at the map on the street, he said coldly, "How many executors have been transferred here?"

Beside him, someone who seemed to be an assistant answered in a low voice: "Sixteen people."

Upon hearing this, the man with the triangular eyes became somewhat annoyed. He coldly looked up and glanced outside, saying, "The bureau is getting stingier and stingier. What can just a few people do?"

The assistant replied in a low voice, "They've all been sent out to capture the ghost truck. That thing has been running around for too long, and someone up there isn't happy about it."

He spoke very softly, but Han Su could recognize him by his lip movements.

The man with the triangular eyes didn't lose his composure at all when this secret was mentioned; his face was just as gloomy: "You're all useless. It took you so long to catch a C-level anomaly. Are we just going to give up on our work?"

But while cursing, he also glanced at his watch and ordered, "Send out all the people who have come here now."

"Keep urging the bureau to send me as many people as they can."

"We must find that door today!!"

"..."

The man who appeared to be an assistant nodded hurriedly and came out. Reaching the doorway, he puffed out his chest, completely abandoning the cautiousness he had displayed inside the restaurant. He coldly glanced at the crowd gathered at the entrance and said:

"Who are you on the same team as whom?"

"..."

The group looked at each other, and a few people stood together, but most, such as Han Su, Black Tiger, Doctor and Miss Crow, stood alone.

"We are the executors of Group D2, so we usually carry out missions alone, we..."

Seeing that everyone else was standing together, Black Tiger was afraid of causing a misunderstanding, so he tried to explain, but the assistant interrupted impatiently: "What D1 and D2? Aren't they all executors?"

He casually pointed and said, "You, your team, go check Fucheng Street; you, your team, go check Line 2; and you, you..."

He casually assigned two people to a group, his expression cold, and said, "Remember, I need you to see every face that passes by clearly. If you encounter someone whose face you can't see clearly, you are allowed to shoot immediately and warn us at the same time!"

"Remember this, you bunch of idiots. You can't see their faces clearly; it's as if there's fog or double images on their faces. It's not that you can't see their faces at all. Those wearing masks don't count. Understand?"

"..."

Although his attitude was not good, he had at least explained the task clearly. Everyone was also well aware of the rules of the Disaster Management Bureau, so at this time, no one asked any questions. Instead, they quickly dispersed to their designated patrol locations according to his group assignments.

But, should we just shoot directly?

Looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, they all felt a little nervous.

Although I had mentally prepared myself when I received my weapon, it's still hard to imagine shooting at these pedestrians until I see anything unusual.

It's clear that the girl codenamed Crow wanted to join Han Su's team.

However, since everyone is a newcomer, they dare not cross any boundaries, nor dare to refuse other people's arrangements, so they can only go in a different direction with the Doctor.

Han Su, on the other hand, was assigned to a team with another stranger, and together they arrived at Line 2 and started walking from the beginning.

This person also appeared to be from Group D1D2, but didn't look familiar; he must have participated in the assessment earlier than them. Neither of them introduced themselves, simply walking silently down the street. They were both dressed in civilian clothes, so they didn't attract much attention. On the other side, the person in uniform was also assumed by passersby to be from the Public Security Bureau, and didn't arouse any curiosity.

Reports were given every five minutes, and the task continued in this manner.

As time passed and night deepened, the commercial district saw an increase in pedestrians. However, the person whose face was not visible, as mentioned in the mission, had not yet appeared.

'Is this going to be another boring patrol?'

Han Su was already thinking to himself when suddenly a voice came through his earpiece. It was the investigator's voice: "This can't go on. Listen carefully, I need you to recite a spell."

"It's very simple, you just need to repeat these syllables after me..."

"..."

He could vaguely hear his assistant's brief exclamation on the other end: "Mr. Strange Bird, this..."

"Shut up!"

"..."

The investigator, codenamed "Strange Bird," gave the other person a stern reprimand, then his voice softened as he said, "You should remember the first principle of coming out on a mission:"

"obedient!"

"Once this task is completed, I will report it to the bureau, which will help you improve your evaluation and get promoted to investigator as soon as possible."

No one voiced any resistance; everyone listened in silence. The strange bird chuckled softly and slowly uttered a few syllables: "[I command] [you] [to] [appear] [in the light]!"

He spoke haltingly and extremely slowly. It sounded like he meant those few words, but every syllable was distorted by his intonation, making it sound extremely strange and giving off a creepy feeling.

To describe it more precisely, it's as if this simple language is being described as possessing a strange power.

"Do I command you to reveal yourself in the light?"

Han Su felt a slight doubt, but he did not recite it aloud.

Although I knew from the moment I joined the Disaster Management Agency that, as an executive, the first principle is to obey orders.

However, the first spell he encountered in his life was too mysterious, which made him reluctant to utter other spells.

Just then, his phone beeped. Han Su picked it up and was surprised to find that it was a small group chat he had created with the Doctor, Crow, and others after the Disaster Management Bureau assessment. A person with a black profile picture had posted a message:

"No!"

"..."

'Is Miss Crow reminding me too?'

Han Su felt a slight chill. In this small group, they would sometimes talk about things, but after all, there were the rules of the Disaster Management Bureau, so they talked very carefully and discreetly.

Since they were on a mission, she didn't even bother to hide it and sent this message directly.
While he was thinking about it, he suddenly caught a glimpse of his companion's mouth moving. Observing the shape of his mouth, he could clearly see that he was reciting the incantation.

Han Su suddenly tensed up, feeling as if a cool breeze was blowing gently past him, making his hair stand on end.

At that moment, his companion noticed Han Su's gaze, raised his hand to cover his earpiece, and said calmly, "It's wrong of you to be so clever. As an executor, if you want to survive and get promoted, sometimes you have to take a gamble."

"That door isn't necessarily in our patrol area. Even if we recite it, there's a one in five chance of survival. But if we don't, we'll offend Mr. Strange Bird, and he'll make you pay..."

"...The lives of those who carry out enforcement actions are worth so little!"

"..."

"Is the senior colleague passing on their experience?"

Han Su let out a soft sigh, his gaze warily sweeping over the faces before him, and said in a low voice, "What if you happen to be one of those five?"

When he finished speaking, his body stiffened slightly, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

Just diagonally in front of him, he saw a figure walking towards him. It looked like a woman carrying a small bag, who had just finished get off work. She had a slender figure and looked tired, the kind of woman you could see anywhere in the city.

The key issue is that Han Su couldn't see her face clearly. Her face seemed to be obscured by a distorted light, and passersby often wouldn't notice it at first glance.

Only upon close inspection can one perceive this subtle strangeness.

"Bah!"

For a moment, Han Su was still making a judgment in his mind, but suddenly a gunshot rang out in his ears. He saw that his colleague had already raised his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was still emitting smoke.

The woman opposite, whose face was blurred, had already fallen straight down.

(End of this chapter)