Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 62 Normal Infiltration

"During the Song and Chu dynasties, they were still in this city?"

Upon hearing this name, Han Su was deeply moved.

Starting from the previous life trajectory, all the changes I'm experiencing now began with the curse that Song Chu gave me.

Even the girl he rescued from the castle last time was related to the spell Song Chu gave him.

But strangely, after he left the castle, a bizarre change occurred. Song Chushi did not give him the curse on his current life path, but only helped him enter the Disaster Management Bureau.

So, what exactly is this person's purpose?
Furthermore, even if he didn't cast a spell on himself on this life path, didn't he at least know the origin of the spell?

Don't tell me it's some kind of fishing chant used by fishermen when they go out to sea. Han Su now basically believes that this is a complete lie...

"Forget it."

Zhang Chiguo seemed to see through Han Su's thoughts, and slowly shook his head, reminding him: "No matter what Song Chushi came to see you for, no matter whether he approached you with malice or some other purpose, you should be careful."

"The Bureau of Disaster Management's enemies are not only those bizarre things that try to infiltrate reality."

"There are also those madmen who worship the shadows of history, and dangerous figures like those from the Song-Chu period who disregarded taboos."

“Now that you work for the Disaster Management Bureau, any further private contact with him could very well get you into trouble.”

"..."

Hearing Zhang Chiguo's reminder, Han Su breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Understood. Uncle Zhang, what should I do now?"

"How about I act as bait and lure him out for you?"

This wasn't the first time Zhang Chiguo had told him about Song Chushi's dangers. Moreover, the fact that he was able to enter the Disaster Management Bureau seemed to be orchestrated or even framed by Song Chushi, which made Zhang Chiguo even more wary of him.

But Han Su knew that in his previous life, Song Chu had even given him a spell of indescribable value, one that transcended time and space.

This person's attitude was indeed unclear, but Han Su was very certain that this person was not his enemy. Of course, it was hard to say whether he was a friend or not, but at least they were on the same side.

"..."

"You are not needed."

Zhang Chiguo directly denied his half-serious, half-joking remark, and said calmly, "You must be badly injured right now, so take good care of yourself."

"Recuperate?"

Han Su was genuinely stunned this time.

Zhang Chiguo nodded and said, "Now you are nominally the investigator of the strange bird. Although I have the means to control him and have reached a consensus with him, no one knows if he will suddenly have a strange idea and do something."

"So the only thing you can do now is to stay away from him until the investigator I asked to come back."

"Right now, you not only need rest, you should even receive some subsidies..."

"..."

"They must be badly injured..."

As Chao Su pondered Zhang Chiguo's words, he looked up and saw Zhang Chiguo's somewhat meaningful gaze.

Those eyes, no longer young, seemed to hold a sharpness that seemed to have seen through many things.

He realized what was happening, rubbed his forehead, and said, "I was a little excited to have just taken this step, but while we were talking, I kept wanting to sit down, as if I had no energy left to think."

While he was in the castle, he experienced a state of near fainting due to excessive mental exertion.

Now that it's been described, it's actually quite accurate.

Zhang Chiguo smiled, said nothing else, and didn't ask anything. He simply said, "Then sit down, clear your mind, and don't think about anything else. I'll have Cui Qiao bring you some strong sleeping pills later."

Han Su obediently sat down and listened to Zhang Chiguo's many instructions. They discussed how to guard against the strange bird investigator before finally leaving the training room.

After seeing him off, Han Su closed his eyes slightly, his mind still racing.

"Is this what true spiritual penetration feels like?"

"..."

He could clearly feel that on his right hand, where the crow had gripped him, there seemed to be an invisible wound.

Blood can flow from wounds, but unseen wounds are places where one's spiritual power can permeate reality.

However, this notch is far smaller than the notch on his right eye or the back of his left hand.

Even though he hadn't truly broken through to achieve the penetration of spiritual power on the back of his left hand, he could still feel that it was a huge dam, while his right hand seemed to be just a tiny, almost invisible anthill. The two were simply not on the same level.

But in any case, the right hand seemed to emanate a pure, spiritual power.

Unlike the right eye and left hand, these two locations, while allowing for a significant penetration of spiritual power, cannot be manipulated freely; one can only utilize those two abilities.

The infiltration of the right hand, however, is a legitimate power...

He pondered silently for a while, then a strange thought popped into his head: "Uncle Zhang, no wonder he's a veteran detective..."

"However, if others become so weak after achieving mental infiltration, why am I not?"

"..."

There were more questions than answers, but in any case, the most important thing was to learn the invisibility spell before returning to the castle.

Be patient, be even more patient.

……

……

"That history is hidden too deeply. The information we found about that legendary forbidden spell may not be entirely true. I believe that whatever unexpected events may occur is reasonable."

Mentioning that failed adventure, the voice from the silver briefcase sighed and added, "However, I don't believe you intend to give that spell to a stranger."

"If that spell is real, it could even shake the entire mental defense."

"What fool would refuse it themselves and instead give it to someone else?"

"However, as your most failed adventure, what's done is done. Given your current mindset, you shouldn't still be holding a grudge. Besides, you've successfully gotten him into the Disaster Management Bureau, so what's the point of keeping him here?"

"Is the coarse corn rice from this farm really that delicious?"

"..."

"Simply getting him into the Disaster Management Agency isn't enough."

Song Chushi slowly picked up his napkin, glanced at the corn on his plate, his expression indeed showing some disgust. He wiped his mouth and said:

"In my eyes, he is actually innocent."

“As a victim’s family member, I need to send him to the disaster management bureau, into that vortex, and help me turn the wheel, but at the very least, I should give him a gift and lend him a hand. That would be appropriate.”

He paused slightly, seemingly still disappointed by the disappearance of the spell, and sighed, asking, "What is his current status at the Disaster Management Bureau?"

"They've sent me to steal information from that gossipy old woman again. Even though she's locked up, it's still a dangerous thing to do..."

The voice inside the box muttered in dissatisfaction.

Song Chushi listened but was not worried at all, and just sneered: "The most ridiculous thing about the Qinggang Disaster Management Bureau is that it has already obtained one of the most mysterious machines in the world, but it still puts a few locks on her."

"What difficulty would it be for you to steal from someone who's locked up?"

"..."

There was silence inside the box, only the faint sound of mechanical operation. After a while, a voice came from inside: "Nothing special, just running errands and preparing cannon fodder."

"However, the fact that he is still alive means that those people you suspect are quite patient and have not yet made a move against him."

“Those people didn’t attack him because I was still around Qinggang City.”

Song Chushi wasn't surprised. He simply shook his head slowly and said, "I just don't understand why Zhang Chiguo didn't take this opportunity to quickly send him to the position of investigator?"

The silver briefcase scoffed, "You mean that old-fashioned guy?"

Song Chu sighed softly and said, "Indeed, it's pointless to rely on others, but how long will we keep waiting like this?"

As he spoke, he cleared away the dishes, stood up, and slowly said, "Since I still owe him a favor, then I might as well lend him a hand..."

"..."

The silver briefcase immediately perked up: "Where to?"

Song Chushi said calmly, "Enter the city!"

"The current progress is too slow and too late. I don't like to keep waiting like this. So, print out his more detailed information for me and I'll see if I can help in any way."

"...While you're at it, let's grab a bowl of wontons."

(End of this chapter)