Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 64 Investigator's License (Seeking votes at the beginning of the month!)
Stopping thinking about this topic for the time being, I turned to look at Miss Crow.

She looked listless after just one night, with large dark circles under her eyes, and even her short hair looked dry and brittle.

He smiled and asked, "How did you rest yesterday?"

Miss Crow nodded silently, but said, "After being affected mentally, one usually doesn't sleep well on the first night."

"So, what I saw yesterday..."

Han Su thought of the strange and eerie scenes he had witnessed yesterday when he mentally invaded Miss Crow's mind, as well as the inexplicable oppression and loneliness he had felt.

"It's my memory."

Miss Crow suddenly raised her head, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes: "How much did you see?"

Han Su looked into her eyes and said, "Just a few images, all from when you were little..."

Miss Crow seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and lowered her head again: "I didn't have a good childhood, please don't laugh at me."

Han Su nodded and said seriously, "No."

I originally wanted to talk to her, but I could tell from her attitude that she didn't like to talk about this, and was even somewhat averse to it.

I was curious about the sharp glint in her eyes, but I could only suppress it and habitually restrain my curiosity.

The doctor, standing to the side, gave the two of them a strange look, sensing that something seemed to be going on between them.

Only Black Tiger was forking up fried sausage and eggs and stuffing them into his mouth.

He wanted to join the conversation, but he couldn't quite understand what they were saying, so while eating heartily, he asked Han Su, "Has that ugly guy been bothering you again?"

Han Su smiled and shook his head, saying, "Someone helped me, so I don't need to worry about him for now."

As he spoke, he looked around and said, "Don't you guys find it strange that there are so few people in the base?"

They usually move around freely and don't need to return to the base, but there are still many people from the D5, D6, and D7 groups in the base.

In particular, the further down the group, the more people there are.

There were more than a dozen of them who joined at the same time, plus those who joined before, as well as people from other departments such as the information group, security group, medical group, and news group. The total number of people was probably extremely large.

Correspondingly, this base is usually very busy with diners, as can be seen from the numerous windows and spacious dining area.

But now, when they finally manage to return to the base for a meal, they find it completely empty. At the window, stacks of fried eggs are piled up like a small mountain, but no one except Black Tiger takes them.

Looking around the restaurant, there were only a few people sitting there, not many in number.

"There's a mysterious mission."

Miss Crow spoke up, saying, "They should all have been sent out. Only we, who belong to a relatively high-ranking group, are not led by a captain or directly commanded by investigators, so we seem to be a bit more relaxed."

As they were talking, they suddenly heard a series of scattered footsteps. Everyone turned around in surprise, and their expressions immediately became serious.

The person who came over was wearing a military uniform and had a big smile on his face.

He seemed very amiable, but several people in the room couldn't help but be wary when they saw him. He was the assistant to the strange bird investigator they had met during the mission the night before.

He strode up to them with four or five armed security personnel, stopped, and smiled as he surveyed the group. He said, "Yesterday's mission was delayed so much, with countless casualties and losses. You all have quite the appetite today."

The others all looked up at him in silence. Han Su frowned and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Since you've come here, you must have something to do."

The assistant glanced at Han Su's right hand, which was covered by a black glove, and smiled: "Executor Butcher, the synchronous report shows that you have just completed the mental infiltration. Why did you come to the public area?"

"Come on, Mr. Strange Bird wants to see you. He wants to examine your mental state himself!"

"..."

"what?"

Everyone present was startled upon hearing this and stood up.

Miss Crow, in particular, knew the ins and outs of the matter best. Her face darkened, and her pale lips revealed a hint of cruelty.

"sit down."

The assistant's face darkened, and he reprimanded the crowd before putting on a smile again and looking at Han Su: "Let's go!"

"Don't keep Mr. Strange Bird waiting."

"..."

Han Su met his smile, leaned back slightly, and said, "Did you take advantage of my Uncle Zhang's absence and use this as an excuse to come and cause me trouble?"

"In the Disaster Management Bureau, no one recognizes anyone like Uncle Zhang."

The assistant narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You are now Mr. Strange Bird's assistant, just like me. He is very concerned about how well you are completing your mental penetration training, so he specially applied for a training room and asked you to go there to help you complete your basic training."

"This is certainly a request, but it is also an order, to prevent you from posing a threat to the base due to a loss of mental control."

"You... won't come with me?"

"..."

By this point, his voice had turned slightly cold, and the threat was no longer concealed.

The security personnel nearby immediately picked up their weapons.

They are only responsible for security and are strictly prohibited from having any personal relationships with any personnel or investigators. Even their meals and lodging are arranged in other areas. They only follow orders officially approved by Miss Ai and their superiors. The strange bird investigators are summoned through official channels within the base, and they will indeed force Han Su to carry out orders at gunpoint.

Seeing this, even Black Tiger and the Doctor felt a little nervous. But they also knew that they couldn't fight with the security personnel inside the base.

Whether they are investigators or enforcers, they can be as arrogant as they want outside, but inside the base, facing the gun, they have to behave themselves.

"Why is Mr. Strange Bird so kind to me?"

Han Su narrowed his eyes, then suddenly picked up his phone, swiped a couple of times, and said to his assistant, "Then please take a look at what this is first, and then go back and thank Mr. Strange Bird for me, okay?"

The assistant was already getting impatient, but still glanced over instinctively, and was immediately stunned:
You accepted this mission?

"..."

"If I don't take this mission, do you expect me to be constantly transferred around and given a hard time?"

Han Su also showed the screen on his phone to the armed security personnel before putting it away, his face completely expressionless.
"Do you really think you're the only ones who know how to exploit loopholes?"

"Look carefully now."

"This task was approved before I became that strange bird's assistant, which means that even if he wanted to order me around, he would have to wait until I completed this task."

"..."

The assistant's face was contorted with embarrassment and extreme annoyance at the harsh tone he was speaking to.

Unfortunately, at this moment, he really couldn't say anything.

Because he saw the content on Han Su's phone screen, which clearly displayed: [B1-level mission: Search for the whereabouts of the dangerous individual Song Chushi, be ready to be deployed at any time, cooperate with base operations, and do not delay for any reason.]

This task is of the highest standard, meaning that even Mr. Strange Bird's orders cannot exceed this level of authority.

For a moment, I just felt an itch in my teeth:

They anticipated that Mr. Strange Bird might suddenly have a whim and call Han Su over under the guise of an investigator, which is why they gave him this mission to protect him.
Han Su, on the other hand, now only had undisguised contempt and hostility in his eyes. Since they had already completely broken off relations, what was the point of forcing himself to be polite?
Fortunately, I had already discussed it with Zhang Chiguo last night.

If you apply for a break simply because you are mentally unstable, the other party might still find some other reason to make things difficult for you.

Then you'll need other amulets.

In today's Disaster Management Agency, there are only two major events that are more significant than ordinary orders and cases.

One instance was when tracking down or expelling the dangerous figure Song Chu.

The other task was to capture the ghost truck that had escaped the seal.

As someone who had contact with Song and Chu, it was perfectly reasonable for Han Su to be approved by Zhang Chiguo to become an unofficial staff member with special privileges.

During the Song-Chu period, he was required to be summoned at any time to assist in this operation.

With this mission protecting him, no matter what name or reason Mr. Strange Bird wanted to take him away, he only needed to say "cooperate" to forget about it, and at least he could wait for Zhang Chiguo to return.

When Zhang Chiguo said this, even Han Su was somewhat moved, thinking that Uncle Zhang had truly come to his senses.

Upon receiving the order, the assistant knew that all his plans had fallen through; he was caught between a rock and a hard place.

The security personnel around them, who were holding guns, exchanged glances, then promptly put their guns away and nodded to Han Su and the others, as if apologizing for disturbing their meal. They then took a step back, indicating that they had nothing to do with the matter.

"damn it……"

The changes here made Mr. Strange Bird, who was listening to the commotion on the radio, unable to help but curse.

The wine glass in his hand shattered instantly, spilling wine all over him.

At this point, he had already applied for a medical room, using the authority he held to apply for the highest level of security, but he never expected this to happen.

What the hell is this about tracking Song Chu?
This newbie who's only been an executive member for a few days, does he even deserve the title?

Zhang Chiguo has actually evolved into a cunning old fox. He reached an agreement with me on one hand, but on the other hand, he still wants to play this trick on me in private?
Enraged, he strode out, his eyes blazing with fury, his teeth grinding together.

Meanwhile, in the restaurant, seeing that Han Su had resolved the crisis, Miss Crow, who had been on high alert, and the calmly observing Doctor, as well as Black Tiger, who was chewing on half a ham, relaxed their tense expressions slightly.

They knew nothing about the reason why the assistant came to take Han Su away, or the so-called "Song-Chu time".

They vaguely sensed that, in just one night, the conflict between their classmate and the strange bird investigator had suddenly intensified.

But just as Han Su sat down, continuing to drink his freshly squeezed juice, leaving his frustrated assistant and the furious strange bird investigator in the distance aside.

Just as the tense atmosphere in the restaurant was beginning to ease, a red light suddenly flashed.

Accompanied by bursts of tense alarms: beep—beep—

The sound was piercing and carried a sense of agitation, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

The next moment, the images on the 100-inch screens hanging in various parts of the restaurant switched simultaneously, showing a scene that looked slightly blurry.

It looked like a small shop with a small storefront. A man carrying a silver briefcase was sitting at a small table, earnestly eating a bowl of wontons.

The entire restaurant fell silent, everyone staring blankly at the scene, wondering why such a bizarre thing had happened.

But immediately afterward, a tense electronic voice sounded:
Urgent Notice!

Urgent Notice!

"All investigators and related personnel at the Disaster Management Bureau base who are not on duty or have available time are hereby ordered to accept temporary Level A assignments."

"Pursuit of the dangerous individual Song Chushi!"

"Repeated: All investigators and relevant personnel of the Disaster Management Bureau shall immediately accept the mission and proceed to the observation rooms in their respective areas to assist in the pursuit of Song Chushi, a Class A dangerous individual!"

(End of this chapter)