Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 127 Successful Promotion
"Buzz!"

As the fisherman's chant began, Han Su's mental ocean was instantly activated. Infinite mental power poured into the mechanical fragments, and he opened his eyes wide to see the pointer, which was indeed struggling to point towards a higher number.

Moreover, this time the decline is quite significant; we are about to jump from the current "5" to the even higher number "6".

But in that instant, his mental strength was suddenly exhausted, Han Su's mind went blank, and his hands fell limply.

'The battery is dead...'

Han Su closed his eyes slightly, not wanting to move, and after a long while, he regained some of his energy and opened his eyes.

Looking again, the pointer on the mechanical fragment is still pointing to the "five" and "six" positions; there has been a change, but not a significant one.

He slowly pondered and arrived at the answer: 'Mental power can indeed influence the changes in this pointer, but this mechanical fragment seems to require an exceptionally large amount of mental power to affect.'

'After reciting the fisherman's chant, my mental activity level increased, but my mental strength didn't, or rather, the mental strength of just a small battery wasn't enough, so my influence on the pointer was limited.'

'A single battery represents ten years of my life, yet I have such a negligible impact on it?'

'These shattered experiences in my life allow me to restore my strength by changing batteries when facing crises, but they also cause my strength to be intermittent and insufficient. Perhaps, if my mental strength could have been reconnected just now, things would have been better?'

'...'

He had vaguely sensed the most crucial problem: the movement of this pointer was not a gradual accumulation.

Just as a little bit of spiritual power is introduced now, causing the pointer to jump by 0.2, and a little more power is introduced, causing it to jump by 0.3, it is a kind of spiritual power that needs to reach a certain level of activity and a certain large quantity before it can barely drive the pointer to jump to a higher number.

Once the power is interrupted, a stronger force will influence the pointer, causing it to bounce back.

If that's the case, wouldn't I be unable to do anything at all?

That’s not right either…

Han Su quickly realized that he couldn't make the pointer point to a higher position, but it seemed that he could make the machine run faster and accelerate the countdown by activating this mechanism.

What changes will occur then? Will "Flickering" arrive ahead of schedule?
He pieced together his thoughts bit by bit, speculating on the uses of the mechanical fragments, and knew that there was only one final step left to verify them.

That is, when the pointer truly reaches zero, will the "flickering" occur as expected?

If so, it means that all your guesses are true.

Ultimately deciding to halt the experiment, he first pulled out his old backpack, stuffed the entire suitcase inside, and then, bulging with baggage, headed to the Disaster Management Agency base, where his new briefcase and investigator's license were already prepared.

The new briefcase looks slightly wider and thicker than the one I used when I was an executive, and it is all silver with several additional functions.

For example, features such as automatic rechargeable stun guns, containment of contaminated items, and fingerprint and mind-based unlocking capabilities...

The base material is still hypoallergenic fiber, but the materials used are noticeably more robust and the design is more sophisticated.

In the lounge, he tried out the briefcase.

After a careful inspection, I first looked at it with my right eye and found that even my right eye couldn't see through the box, thus confirming its secrecy.

Then, he carefully placed the mechanical fragment into one of the hidden compartments, just right.

Han Su looked it over from left to right, unsure how to describe it. Not only was it placed perfectly, but once the hidden compartment was closed, it was as if by magic that such a large mechanical fragment was hidden so well.

Even if you open the box and show it to others, and let them search through it, they won't be able to spot this mechanical fragment unless they feel it inch by inch.

Oh, what a coincidence...

Only after finishing these tasks did I breathe a slight sigh of relief and pick up my identification documents.

Name: Han Su

Codename: Butcher

[Position: Investigator]

[Initial Level: D]

【…】

'Such a small document has caused so many people in Qinggang to fight tooth and nail...'

Han Su glanced at it silently for a few moments, then put it in his pocket.

As I walked out of the lounge with my new suitcase, I felt a little different.

Back and forth, not only the clerks carrying documents and wearing white coats moving around the base, but even the fully armed security personnel would linger briefly on the silver briefcase in his hand. Then, their gazes seemed to soften a little.

"Congratulations, the youngest investigator in the history of the Disaster Management Bureau..."

A slightly teasing voice suddenly came from in front of him. Han Su looked up and saw Secretary Cui Qiao.

She leaned against the wall and added, "...one of them!"

Han Su stopped and laughed, "Is there anyone younger than me?"

Cui Qiao said, "The Disaster Management Bureau has all sorts of monsters."

Then he looked up slightly and said, "Zhang Tou's cooking urge is kicking in; he asked if you want to come over for dinner tonight." "Hmm?"

Han Su was slightly taken aback and said, "Didn't we just eat this a month ago?"

Secretary Cui Qiao asked, "Who told you to get promoted so quickly?"

Han Su only realized upon hearing this that Zhang Chiguo was planning to celebrate for him.
He's quite principled; when he passed the assessment and joined Group D2, he cooked a meal. Now that he's been promoted to investigator, he's considering cooking another meal. However, thinking about what he's facing now, he doesn't feel like celebrating with a meal.

He shook his head and laughed, "Let's forget about it this time. Tell Uncle Zhang to save it for when he's promoted to independent investigator next time!"

Hearing his matter-of-fact tone, Cui Qiao was speechless and sighed, "You're really arrogant..."

"But I do have two things to ask Uncle Zhang."

Han Su walked to her side and, as they walked toward Zhang Chiguo's office, asked her the question he was concerned about: "For investigators, after an investigator dies, is his/her investigator's license inherited by his/her assistant?"

"Yes, now you've theoretically inherited the strange bird's license, and even one of his assistants..."

"Then just open it!"

"Don't you need to come up with a reason?"

"Want it?"

"Forget it!"

"..."

"..."

Han Su lingered in Zhang Chiguo's office for a while and submitted an application to dismiss the original assistant investigator. Zhang Chiguo approved it on the spot. Then, Han Su probed about what had happened outside the city the night before, but to his surprise, Zhang Chiguo had no reaction at all.

It seems like the deaths of several people last night were just an illusion.

He didn't know the specifics of what happened, but he didn't care. Since nothing was wrong, he went to the restaurant, where he received quite a few friendly glances along the way.

Even upon entering the restaurant, he encountered an investigator who stopped and shook hands with him.

Han Su was not an impolite person, and of course he spoke to the other party politely as well.

But in his heart, he didn't take this friendly interaction seriously.

At the banquet at Dingxiang Mansion, Wei Lan had already reminded himself that there were forty or fifty investigators from the Qinggang Disaster Management Bureau, nearly half of whom were senior investigators, which indicated that there was not much new blood.

The senior investigator also subtly identifies the four people from the "glamorous and decadent" group as the leader. Among these four, he is destined to clash with the alcoholic, and he also finds the red trench coat repulsive.

He had just been promoted, and he had already offended half of the four people.

And among these seemingly friendly investigators from the Disaster Management Agency, how many can one truly trust?
Since he is untrustworthy, I am not interested in this kind of social interaction. If I had to say, I would like to meet that cuckold.

Or perhaps, the only way to find someone trustworthy is to find them yourself?
While pondering this question, he carried his briefcase into the restaurant. A quick glance revealed the Doctor and Black Tiger, whom he had arranged to meet beforehand. He walked over, placed his briefcase on the table, and asked with a smile:

"How do you all feel about this mission?"

Black Tiger had already finished a plate, but after hearing Han Su's words, he was a little puzzled and said, "Before, when I ran errands, my initial rating didn't increase much. Now, I've only run errands twice and haven't done anything, but my initial rating has already reached B- level."

"Among the newcomers, he ranks third."

"..."

First is Miss Crow, second is the Doctor. Originally, Han Su was first, but he has been promoted.

However, when it comes to the doctor and Black Tiger, the two did similar work, but the doctor's report was better written.

Without further ado, he said directly, "I have obtained the investigator's license through my own efforts."

"So the most important thing now is something else. I plan to invite the two of you to come and be my assistants."

Hearing this, Black Tiger was slightly taken aback, but the Doctor was prepared and remained calm.

Han Su added, "But I've already said in advance that once you become my assistants, I'll immediately apply for all the benefits you're entitled to. We'll share the tasks, and I won't take credit for you; I'll make a point of giving them to you to maintain your promotion speed."

“If I can be promoted to independent investigator soon, then my investigator’s license will naturally be inherited by one of you two. However, I have just submitted a special application to Director Zhang that if I die, my investigator’s license will be destroyed.”

"Both of you need to start your promotion process all over again."

"..."

This was a bit convoluted, and before Black Tiger could react, the Doctor's expression changed drastically: "Why?"

Han Su glanced at him and said, "Why do you think that is?"

The doctor immediately realized what was going on, slowly adjusting his glasses with his middle finger, and said, "If you're questioning my professional ethics, there's no need to. It's just a matter of inheriting the investigator's license..."

"do not talk."

Han Su rolled his eyes and said, "Don't I know how I got promoted?"

(End of this chapter)