Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Yang Hui woke up in his own bed. After dinner last night, he went to a karaoke bar with Pei Feng.

As a result, after listening to him howl for several hours, he almost died.

I changed into casual clothes and went downstairs to start my daily morning run.

After passing the sofa, Pei Feng lay on his back with his mouth wide open, drool almost dripping onto the floor, covered with a thin blanket.

He often stayed at the firm, since hardly anyone came to his office anyway.

Yang Hui pushed open the door, and the morning light in front of him was blocked by the overpass, making it somewhat cold and damp.

He put on his hood and started jogging on the overpass, with tall buildings standing at the other end.

A gentle breeze on the face always brings a sense of peace.

Yang Hui was used to organizing his thoughts at this time.

What's the most important thing right now?

In order to find out about his sister, he must enter the Bureau and rise in rank.

Working in the Administration Bureau is no easy task. Even if you become an unofficial staff member, the Level 10 screening process can eliminate a large number of people.

A formal investigation at level ten cannot be conducted simply by verbal explanation.

He desperately needed a way to hide his entry.

All of these have a prerequisite: strength and money; neither can be lacking.

He remembered that he still had one item entry that he hadn't used yet.

Last night, he also subtly inquired about Pei Feng.

The reply was to hand it over to the Administration Bureau, remember the month's performance, and increase the bonus, but that was a procedure only for formal personnel like Pei Feng.

Yang Hui was just an unofficial employee; he couldn't even get through the gate, let alone receive any salary or bonuses.

Then I thought of Ji Wei, the tall and beautiful woman in the suburban cemetery. She must have been a full-time employee, and the oppressive feeling she exuded was like a raging flood.

Life flows between the fingers of others; with a gentle squeeze, one may not even be able to struggle.

This feeling of being unable to breathe aroused a strong desire in Yang Hui.

He wants to become stronger!

What they relied on was their own steady and pragmatic approach.

He needs to grow to the point where he has enough say.

Yang Hui bought breakfast, walked through the bustling streets, stepped into puddles and mud, passed by tenement buildings, and looked up to see skyscrapers reflecting strong light. Surrounded by the chaotic crowd, he felt as if he were being held tightly by the feet of power.

He jogged around the high-rise-lined street and returned to the narrow overpass. A casual glance revealed that Old Liu, the neighbor who ran the funeral shop, was still not moving.

Doesn't Old Liu sit in his rocking chair at the door every day, basking in the sun?

Even the electric car hasn't been moved.

Yang Hui didn't pay any attention and pushed open the door of the firm.

Pei Feng had already woken up from the sofa. On the coffee table was an open leather file folder, with a pile of documents in black and white paper scattered around.

He had been resting his chin on his hand, staring blankly at the sound. He instinctively tried to look away when he heard the voice, but when he saw it was Yang Hui, he returned to his original posture.

Yang Hui put down what he was holding: "Breakfast."

"Okay~" Pei Feng said in a half-dead tone, taking a casual bite of the pan-fried bun, "Is this still the same shop? Not bad! You still remember what I like to eat."

Yang jokingly said, "Every time you come, you always eat at this restaurant, don't you?"

I was a little curious when I saw the documents and materials on the coffee table.

"What's this? Can I take a look?"

Pei Feng handed it to him nonchalantly, saying as he ate, "You should know about the incident at the stadium. It's all over the place. If we don't catch them soon, we'll be at the bottom again this month."

Yang Hui took the information and learned about the stadium incident, which had spread all over the internet. A murder had occurred in an E-level game instance, and the murderer had not yet been found, causing widespread panic.

"By the way, do you have any money?"

Just as Yang Hui brought up the money, Pei Feng immediately spat out the pan-fried bun he had just put in his mouth, making a "pop" sound.

One hand, which had been waiting in the air, was swiftly shoved back in.

Seeing this, Pei Feng could only feign pitifulness: "That's the money I used to get married!"

"You have a girlfriend?"

"no."

"It's not even close to being settled yet, what's the rush!"

"Okay~ How much do you want?"

"You've been a full-time employee for so long, you must have received a considerable salary by now, right?"

Pei Feng clutched his wallet, trembling. "Don't come any closer! I've only been a full-time employee for a year. What do you need the money for?"

"I want to buy a tool to ward off ghosts and monsters."

This was Ji Wei's inspiration. Since Yang Hui's entry had a high probability of encountering evil spirits and ghosts, why didn't he buy special items to counteract them and complement his own entry?

"That's easy, I'll take a look for you, it probably won't even cost you any money."

Pei Feng breathed a sigh of relief and turned on his phone.

Why?

"Because your internal resources are different from those of regular staff, I can award points through certain tasks."

If the property belongs to the Administration Bureau, points will be deducted first; for personal transactions, monetary or other conditions may be required.

You're not official staff; you can only be paid.

Yang responded that his platform account could only be unlocked after reaching the level of a reserve member, which is level ten. Although it involved trading platform resources, it was still different from that of a regular member.

He idly flipped through the stadium information in his hand, which clearly stated the number of deaths, social relationships, time span, and some reasonable speculations.

But a quick glance at the corner revealed a photograph.

The image shows a man holding his hat, revealing a dark object on his wrist. Several speculative descriptions are given next to it, suggesting it is likely a tattoo, along with a list of styles.

In an instant, Yang Hui remembered Mao Juan, who had been taken away by Ji Wei, and who also had a tattoo on his wrist!

"Hey! You!"

Pei Feng interrupted, "Stop looking. This requires a lot of investigation and screening. There are countless tattoo shops in the entire North City. It's tough on the logistics staff of the Administration Bureau."

It's not that there aren't any tracking-related entries, it's just that those talents are all in other cities. The resources in the North City are the most scarce, which refers not only to props but also to professional talents.

Even when powerful keywords emerged, Beicheng couldn't retain them; this is the city's weighting distribution.

"How about this one?"

Pei Feng's words interrupted Yang Hui's thoughts, and he held his phone horizontally in front of him.

Props: Exorcising salt

Grade: d

Effect: Salt specially used for exorcism, blocks evil spirits from invading, causes burning damage when splashed, 3/3 uses.

"Items specifically designed to combat ghosts are very rare, as they are an unpopular type and extremely useless; you might not even use them once after buying them."

"This one will do, but it's not cheap, is it?"

Pei Feng rolled his eyes: "Of course, that's half a month's worth of points."

Yang Hui knew that talking about money would hurt feelings, so Pei Feng didn't ask why.

Then he pointed to the photo and said:

"I saw a guy with a tattoo on his wrist yesterday!"

"Uh-huh?!"

Pei Feng sat up abruptly!

"Are you serious? You didn't see that wrong?"

When Yang Hui mentioned Mao Juan and got to Ji Wei, Pei Feng's face clearly twitched slightly, giving off a half-smile.

After saying that, Pei Feng slapped his thigh!

"Damn! We can't let this lead slip by! The person is definitely still at the Bureau! Come with me! Let's identify the person! If the lead is true, consider this prop a gift!"

"Can I go too?"

"In principle, it's not possible, but since you're someone Xu Qinglan approves of, it's fine."