Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 92 The Ghost Truck Hunting Plan
"damn it……"

As his body tumbled out of the castle, a strong sense of weightlessness washed over him, and Han Su suddenly opened his eyes.

I was still in the apartment, still sitting on the sofa, with steam rising from the cup of tea in front of me. It seemed as if nothing had changed. The clock on the opposite wall had only moved a dozen or so seconds.

"came back……"

He looked down at the back of his left hand; the scar was gone. He had escaped the castle once again, but…

He felt no joy at escaping; he was filled with nothing but hatred.

My mind is filled with that damned, withered face, like shards of porcelain, that damned old butler.

He angrily picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, but then shuddered and almost dropped the cup.

"Damn it, why is the water so hot?"

"..."

He himself felt somewhat ridiculous, so he leaned back on the sofa and covered his face with his hands.

After a while, he gradually calmed down and sat up again.

Let's go through the procedures first...

As countless fragments of memories surfaced in his mind, he became clear about his current situation and the events that had occurred recently.

Surprisingly, there's been no change from the last time?
The only difference is that the scar on his left hand is gone, and his left hand has become more dexterous.

But perhaps because of the fisherman's song's ability to record events, along this life path, his left-hand ability was still usable, he was still in the Disaster Management Bureau, and he had already resolved the Crystal Skull propagation incident.

His own mentor, Mr. Strange Bird...

...He was still very unfortunate.

……

Han Su breathed a sigh of relief. Since that door appeared, his life had not undergone any drastic changes for a long time.

The emergence of fishermen's chants, in turn, helped fill in some of the gaps in their details.

It gave my life a sense of firmness and steady progress.

After silently recalling for a long time, he sat up, but suddenly, his head felt slightly dizzy, and a metallic grinding sound appeared in his mind, like a reckless and violent beast crashing into his mind, almost causing him to fall to the ground.

"Ok?"

Han Su covered his head, and then suddenly remembered more details.

It's not that there haven't been any changes at all.

Along this path of life, I seem to have developed a habit of getting headaches from time to time, as if some strange thing is conflicting within my mind.

It's not serious and it usually passes quickly, but once it flares up, it's extremely painful.

This is……

...The voice I heard coming from the fifth floor when I left the castle?

He suddenly realized that as he left the castle, a rumbling sound seemed to echo from the fifth floor, similar to a language, resonating and traversing between the narrow space and the solid, finally catching up with him before he completely left the door.

'Is that phrase still stuck in my head?'

He was momentarily stunned, feeling as if this "language" was alive, constantly searching for an exit in his mind.

He was somewhat confused and sat there quietly, trying his best, but he still couldn't make out the content of the sound.

Therefore, it's impossible to determine what impact this sound will have!
After a long silence, he pounded his head twice, like he was fixing a TV, and his headache was relieved.

I could only make a mental note of it for the time being, and after resting for a while, I poured myself a glass of water.

After observing for a moment, I noticed that there were no ripples on the water's surface.

Only then did he feel relieved and begin to organize the information he had gathered.

He took out a piece of paper and used symbols and characters that only he could understand to record the hidden entrances and passages in the castle, so that he could review his memories. He remembered them very carefully, as they could all potentially save his life.

Only by deeply memorizing all these entrances and hidden passages can one be certain of victory next time.

'As long as the old butler doesn't obstruct me, I can guarantee I'll rescue Manman at the right time, using this route...'

'There are many similar channels, and the opportunities have suddenly increased significantly...'

'And the tuxedo, this guy is too clever, he actually managed to use the pig-headed butcher to block the old butler…'

'Is it possible to escalate the conflict between them once again?'

'...'

'...'

As he planned, countless ideas emerged. Han Su slowly closed his eyes, calculating the possibility of success over and over in his mind. However, the stiff and strange faces of the old butler kept appearing in his mind, making him feel uneasy.

He opened his eyes, carefully placed the paper close to his body, and then remembered another crucial question. He took out his phone and searched for "Lilac Mansion," and the results were somewhat surprising:

Why isn't this name on the map?

But I must find this place that is related to the old butler and get that mechanical fragment.

Once he had sorted out his thoughts, he first looked at Assistant Xu's message. Xu had sent him a time and place to arrange a meeting between him and "Meilan" and asked for his opinion. He replied directly, "Okay."

Just then, the professor sent another "?". Han Su thought of the ghost truck incident and replied:

"Of course, where would you like to meet?"

"..."

If we really have to talk about it, the ghost truck is the most important thing right now.

The deadline for the monster to awaken is fast approaching, and I must obtain my investigator's license as soon as possible.

The doctor gave an address, and Han Su immediately rushed over.

The meeting place was chosen to be a coffee shop on a bustling commercial street. This street was still very lively, even at 2 or 3 in the morning, let alone 12:30. The coffee shop, which was open in the middle of the night, was very quiet and suitable for conversation.

The doctor and Black Tiger sat in a blind spot, just in time to avoid being caught on camera, so Han Su asked the waiter to bring him a glass of water and sat down next to them.

"I am honored that you think so highly of me. I have come up with a simple plan for the task of capturing the ghost truck. However, since this matter is very important to you, just in case, I can only invite trustworthy people who can help."

Upon seeing Han Su, the doctor immediately spoke.

He pointed at the black tiger beside him, then gently pushed a small, red-glowing component towards the center of the table, saying, "This is a device I made myself to prevent eavesdropping. We can speak with peace of mind."

"You're quite cautious."

Han Su praised the doctor, then stared at the water glass beside him, making sure there were no ripples in it, before speaking, "If it's just about inviting trustworthy people, what about Miss Crow?"

"That's up to you."

The doctor looked into Han Su's eyes, extended his ring finger, and slowly adjusted his glasses, which had slipped down to the bridge of his nose. He said, "If you'd like to invite her, then call her over. My action plan would definitely be better with her."

Hearing the doctor's somewhat strange words, Han Su felt a slight stirring in his heart: This person had actually also noticed Miss Crow's odd behavior.

He paused for a moment, then said, "Let me see your plan first."

The professor pushed a tablet computer with a broken signal towards him. Han Su glanced at it and said, "Then I'll call her now."

We had no choice but to call on them; this mission was far too difficult.

According to the Disaster Management Agency's data, the Ghost Truck is only classified as C+.

In other words, in terms of danger, it is even a whole level lower than the Crystal Plague quest in Northland Street.

However, this is because the ghost truck poses a limited threat to the community.

Whether a threat like the Crystal Plague kills people is no longer important; what matters is its spread.

This kind of dissemination is difficult for non-professionals to detect and is extremely easy to leak. The consequences and fanaticism caused by its contamination can easily shake real beliefs.

The Ghost Truck, on the other hand, is the complete opposite of the Crystal Plague. It is ferocious, kills people, and instinctively gathers ghouls to strengthen itself. However, due to its characteristics, it is always accompanied by thick fog when it hunts, so it is often not seen by many people.

More importantly, this monster is very cunning and never actually enters the city, so Miss Ai can do very little to help.

This bizarre phenomenon, characterized by its ability to appear and disappear arbitrarily alongside the dense fog, has left even the Disaster Management Bureau helpless despite expending significant manpower and resources, leading to the current predicament.

Its threat level is only C, but it is difficult to capture, almost on par with the Song-Chu era.

"No wonder that a mere C-level mission can determine the issuance of an investigator's license."

"Because it's really not an easy job."

The doctor casually added three packets of sugar to his coffee, then adjusted his glasses with his index finger and began explaining his plan to Han Su: "From what I understand, the Disaster Management Bureau's operation to capture that ghost truck has been ongoing for a month."

"But in this month, only one effective operation was carried out, and unfortunately, this effective operation failed due to the negligence of one person."

"After that, many meetings were held and a lot of personnel were mobilized, but the ghost truck never appeared."

"..."

Han Su frowned slightly and asked, "Why?"

"Because this car is very cunning."

After the doctor said that, everyone felt something was off, shook their heads, and continued, "Actually, the arrest plan I devised is no different from the one from the Disaster Management Bureau."

"The first step is to ensure that it appears at the designated location."

"The second step is to ensure that once it appears, a blocking plan is immediately activated to contain it within a certain area."

"The third step is for a powerful investigator to seal it or destroy it."

“Every step must be executed with extreme precision; any mishap could cause the mission to capture the ghost truck to fail.”

(End of this chapter)