I deliver food in a bizarre world

"You couldn't see it before?" Chen Xing seemed to realize something, lowered his head, and said somewhat dejectedly, "Then shouldn't I have told you last week...?"

He remembered his brother protecting him, his brother's calm gaze, and all the things that had seemed off before.

Chen Mo did not deny it, but simply patted Chen Xing on the shoulder.

He shook his head: "At that time, I could already see..."

"I told Grandpa at the time, but he didn't know you had also opened your eyes. He asked me to ask you, which is why what happened that night..."

"But I could tell something was wrong with your reaction at a glance..."

Chen Xing fell completely silent.

There was too much information; he needed time to process it.

It turns out I wasn't just imagining things; it turns out my father had been secretly dealing with this terrifying world all along, and my brother was too...

The door was pushed open, and Chen Jingming walked in.

He took off his uniform jacket with epaulettes, leaving only his dark blue shirt underneath, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his strong wrists.

His face showed obvious fatigue, but his eyes were still incredibly sharp, completely unlike his former self.

"Dad..." Chen Xing looked up.

Chen Mo turned around and looked at his father.

He had many questions, but they were stuck in his throat, and he didn't know where to begin.

Chen Jingming walked to the head seat of the conference table and sat down without speaking immediately.

He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled one out, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep drag.

Amidst the swirling smoke, the solemnity between his brows seemed to soften somewhat.

"You saw it?" Chen Jingming broke the silence, exhaling a smoke ring.

His gaze fell on Chen Mo.

Chen Mo nodded.

He not only witnessed an unimaginable parade of a hundred ghosts in broad daylight, but also saw his father in another completely unfamiliar identity.

"What are those?" Chen Mo asked, his voice still relatively calm.

"A collection of resentment. The earth's ley lines were leaking out of their yin energy, and with the red-clothed evil spirit stirring it up, all the dirty things that had been buried beneath this land for who knows how many years were unearthed."

Chen Jingming flicked his cigarette ash and sighed deeply: "This land of Star Dream Paradise was a mass grave decades ago. Going back further, there were wars during the change of dynasties, and many people died there. The resentment buried beneath is deeper than you can imagine."

Chen Xing couldn't help but shiver and subconsciously touched the peach wood lock on his chest.

"You...you've always done this?"

Chen Xing looked at his father, his eyes filled with confusion and a hint of barely perceptible admiration.

The figure holding the ancient bell, ringing it three times to ward off evil spirits, overlapped with, and then tore apart from, the image of his serious and busy father in his memory, who only occasionally came home for dinner.

Chen Jingming glanced at his youngest son and hummed in agreement.

"Your grandfather, your maternal grandfather, our family has been making a living this way since our ancestors. As for me, you could say I've been recruited..."

"When it comes to your generation, your mother, your two grandfathers, and I all hope that you can grow up like ordinary people, go to school, work, and stay as far away from these things as possible."

His gaze turned to Chen Mo again: "It seems we couldn't hide it after all."

Meeting his father's gaze, Chen Mo replied, "Some things you can't simply avoid."

Chen Jingming took another drag of his cigarette.

"I know you've been through some things lately; your grandfather mentioned it to me. When...when were your eyes opened?"

Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded again: "Last week."

Chen Xing asked, "Are there many unusual phenomena like today?"

Chen Jingming said solemnly, "It's more than ordinary people imagine, but large-scale outbreaks are rare."

"Most of them are controlled in their infancy or confined to a small area."

"An emergency like today, erupting in a busy downtown area under the watchful eyes of everyone, is a top-level emergency and a first..."

He stubbed out his cigarette, leaned forward slightly, rested his elbows on the table, and crossed his hands: "I called you here today for two things."

"First, let me be frank with you. The full name of the department I work for is the Office for the Investigation and Handling of Extraordinary Phenomena in the Civilian Communities, or the Investigation Office for short. It is responsible for handling supernatural events that cannot be explained by conventional means and that are harmful, throughout the country. I am the person in charge of the Jinghai City area."

Public opinion poll office...

Abnormal phenomenon...

Person in charge...

These words made Chen Xing's eyes widen even more.

Although Chen Mo had some suspicions, hearing it confirmed by his father still made his heart skip a beat.

This means that the official level is aware of these strange occurrences!

Specialized management and response mechanisms have also been established!

"An outbreak of this scale today is a major event."

"We usually deal with scattered wandering spirits, monsters disturbing the peace, or special areas formed by feng shui and history in certain places."

Chen Jingming continued, "We have a relatively complete monitoring, early warning, and response process. Some dangerous places are actually on our monitoring list, just with different levels and priorities."

Chen Mo grasped the key point and immediately asked, "Surveillance? Then why didn't you take action? Ye Kulang almost killed me!"

Chen Jingming looked at his son with a complicated expression: "Resources are limited, and the polling office will never have enough people."

"We need to prioritize targets that could cause mass casualties and affect social stability... such as this."

"Take the example of the night-crying man you mentioned. As long as normal people don't go to that building, they won't encounter any danger at all."

"Those incidents that are confined to a single building and whose hazard range is controllable are usually observed for the time being, or... left to be handled by some civilians."

He emphasized the phrase "civilian people" and glanced at Chen Mo with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Chen Mo understood instantly.

The polling office was aware of the existence of these strange locations, but they had limited manpower, resources, and energy, and could only put out fires that could spread.

Those tiny sparks either extinguished themselves.

Or... let an unlucky guy like him, who got involved for no apparent reason but has some abilities, solve the problem.

This is quite a scheme...

"What if it can't be solved?"

"..." Chen Jingming was silent for a moment, then sighed and uttered four words: "Everyone has their own destiny..."

Chen Mo, true to his name, fell silent.

"To put it more bluntly, everyone you see today is a member of our entire Jinghai City community."

"If they had gone out today to carry out some simple tasks, we might still not have dealt with the Red-Clad Demons of Star Dream Paradise... Do you understand what would have happened next?"

Chen Mo pursed his lips and nodded silently.

This is a case of penny-wise and pound-foolish. Thousands of people in the park could lose their lives as a result. The authorities cannot afford this loss, and the public opinion polling office cannot afford it either!

When buying or renovating a house, a budget of 500,000 and a budget of 5 million are completely different!

The current polling office might not even have a budget of 500,000...

"The second thing," Chen Jingming didn't delve into this topic, but instead said, "Now that you've reached this level, there are some things that can no longer be left unattended as before."

"So starting next week, you'll need to come to the place I've designated two days a week, in the evenings, on weekends, or when you don't have classes."

Chen Xing instinctively sat up straight and asked warily, "What are you doing?"

Could it be that they want him to go to a training camp?