Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 155 The Hidden School
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Han Su was genuinely surprised.

He even took a closer look and confirmed that this was the living bronze puppet he had seen in the secret room before.

This is one of the thirty-two most dangerous weapons in the world, a divine weapon...

They just put it right there in the lobby?
The owner of Lilac Mansion went mad because the mechanical fragments were stolen, so he brought this thing up here.

Aren't you afraid that some naughty kid might accidentally bump into it?
"Mr. Han Su, please come in."

At that moment, someone pressed the button for the private elevator, and a well-dressed waiter came down from the club, smiling and stepping aside to invite Han Su into the elevator.

Even though she felt a pang of longing, Han Su could only turn her gaze away and follow him into the elevator. Reaching the third floor, they found a spacious area with a bar at the entrance, surrounded by tables that combined artistic design with comfort.

A record player was playing, and soft music filled the space.

There were a few people sitting around.

Most of them had a suitcase, and the few who didn't have one, judging from their demeanor, were probably people connected to the mysterious circles.

Upon seeing Han Su enter, many people cast friendly glances at him, and some even raised their glasses in a gesture of greeting. Han Su recognized many familiar faces from his time at the base and sensed their immense goodwill.

However, with a quick glance, he spotted the woman in the red trench coat against the wall on the west side of the club.

She glanced at him briefly before looking away, her face expressionless.

Beside her sat a short-haired girl with her head down; it was Miss Crow.

Opposite Miss Crow sat a girl with flaxen hair, dressed smartly, and with a bright smile.

This is the person Han Su is most concerned about.

I saw her following the woman in the red trench coat when we were dealing with the Crystal Skull incident.

She is a sparrow!

……

……

"Great, everyone's here..."

Han Su nodded silently, followed him in, sat down at an empty table, and put down his suitcase.

Looking at the empty table with only scented candles, she was somewhat disappointed: "This is the welcome reception? I thought there would be a dozen or twenty tables..."

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out: "Investigators are human too, they need a place to rest, otherwise dealing with those monsters every day is too stressful and they'll go crazy."

"Besides, we need to talk about our own experiences and how we deal with them. The Disaster Management Bureau's rules are too rigid. You even have to apply to see someone else's abnormal report. It's much more comfortable to chat with others."

Han Su turned around and saw the drunken investigator's eyes, which were already somewhat glazed from drinking, and his large, bulbous nose. He was holding a deflated bottle, and with a sway, he staggered and sat down in front of Han Su.

"So, we found a place like this at Lilac Mansion, where everyone can talk about things in the mysterious circle without feeling guilty, without it being considered a leak."

“Those rich young men sometimes come, but they all gather on the second floor; the third floor is not open to them.”

"..."

Han Su turned to look at the drunken investigator, maintaining a polite smile, and said, "I thought that veterans like you wouldn't care about leaking secrets anymore. I heard before that someone was giving advice to those rich young masters at the Lilac Mansion."

"That's you, right?"

"..."

"Everything I did was tacitly approved."

With his bulbous nose meeting Han Su's gaze, he smiled and said, "The Disaster Management Bureau was established by Secretary No. 5. Of course, to establish the Disaster Management Bureau, one needs support and also checks and balances."

"The organization that supported the establishment of the Disaster Management Bureau was, of course, the Hidden School, an organization that existed many years before the Disaster Management Bureau."

"And if we're talking about checks and balances, who do you think is qualified to keep an eye on the Disaster Management Bureau?"

"..."

'Ancient nobility?'

He had already learned about the existence of this race through his previous conversation with Black Rose.

Since joining the Disaster Management Bureau, I've come across so many things, and I've come to vaguely guess that there are probably many intertwined causes and balances between the Disaster Management Bureau, the secret schools, and the ancient nobles.

The drunken investigator immediately tried to use this as a pretext to discuss some secrets of the mysterious circle with him. Whether it was showing off or had some deeper meaning, Han Su was too lazy to respond.

Seeing that Han Su didn't respond, the man with the red nose laughed and said, "The Disaster Management Bureau is, in the end, just an organization where we work. We don't need to mythologize the Disaster Management Bureau. If we want to live well, it's more important to know who we are ultimately serving."

Han Su simply looked at him coldly, then suddenly spoke:
"You say everything you did was tacitly approved, so was my being attacked by D7 also approved?"

"..."

Upon hearing this question, a serious expression crossed the man's face. Meeting Han Su's gaze, he seemed to sober up a bit and said in a low voice, "I've also heard about the D7 attack on you."

"But in my opinion, perhaps those people didn't really want to hurt you, but rather to give you a warning or a lesson. Even if you didn't show your current strength, as long as you were careful, you could have easily kept those three D7s from getting close..."

"To be honest, you were a bit careless during the mission." He said it as if he were guessing, but his voice betrayed his strong desire to defend himself.

Han Su felt like laughing as he listened; to be honest, this guy was actually right.

At the time, when facing those three D7s, I was deliberately creating opportunities for them, or rather, creating opportunities for myself and the "Pot Lid Head" to meet, which led to this attack.

In theory, if I am careful from beginning to end and follow the rules of the Disaster Management Bureau, those three D7s will not be able to get close to me. At most, I will just feel their malice towards me and have wild thoughts.
What will happen then? I feel scared. Will I feel restricted and helpless in this disaster management bureau?

"That's always how I do things."

Han Su said, "The attack has already happened, and I've heard that a perverted guy from D7 has come to hate me as well."

"yes……"

The drunken investigator frowned as he listened, saying, "That's certainly an unexpected and troublesome fellow..."

"But he's in D7 after all, so it's not easy for him to get out. There's always a way to solve it."

"..."

As he spoke, he lightly snapped his fingers and told the waiter, "Bring him a cup of Nile tea."

"black tea?"

His voice wasn't loud, but a subtle commotion arose around him.

Countless people quietly turned their heads to glance in this direction, including the lady in the red trench coat who was sitting by the window, whispering something to the sparrows. The candles on the small tables flickered gently.

Soon the black tea was served. Han Su looked down at the blood-red tea, in which some dried tree bark-like things floated.

The color was so deep it seemed to suffocate you.

He only glanced at the black tea and felt a slight dizziness. His spiritual power involuntarily seeped in, which stopped the dizziness. He took a deep sniff and was left with only a sweet fragrance.

The man with the bulbous nose chuckled lazily, "Try it, it's good for you."

Han Su asked curiously, "This doesn't look like tea leaves."

"Of course it's not tea leaves, the tea leaves have already been filtered."

The man with the chapped nose seemed to have heard a funny joke. He stared at the cup of tea and explained, "This contains a mummified corpse that was excavated from a relic left over from a radiation era in the Bron Highlands of the Southern Continent."

"These mummies belong to a race that has undergone a mutation and disappeared into the annals of history. They possess mysterious characteristics that we cannot understand, and it is said that they will awaken one day."

"Grinding them into powder can help us enhance our mental activity and even comprehend the secrets of life."

"..."

"Ok?"

Because Han Su harbored hostility, he wouldn't find anything these people did outrageous.

But hearing the words of the man with the bulbous nose, he felt a chill run down his spine: "You guys, you're hiding here eating corpses?"

"Aren't you worried about getting dirty?"

"Don't say such ignorant and laughable things."

The man with the reddish nose waved his hand helplessly and said, "You just need to know that the mental benefits this cup of tea brings you will far exceed your imagination. If you can have a cup often, it's only a matter of time before you step into the forbidden zone of the gods."

'Is this their secret to rapidly boosting mental activity?'

Looking at his matter-of-fact expression, and noticing the envious glances from many people around him when they saw the cup of tea, Han Su finally understood.

It's no wonder that Zhang Chiguo, someone transferred down from above, has such lower prestige than even the four top investigators.

Putting aside so-called personal relationships, foundations, and the interests they represent, just in terms of mental dynamism alone, the four investigators actually hold an advantage that the Disaster Management Bureau simply cannot match.

Eating mummies to enhance mental activity?

The man with the rosacea seemed completely unsurprised by Han Su's expression, even appearing somewhat pleased, and slowly said, "And if we want to go further, mental activity is always the key. Compared to the Disaster Management Bureau's brutal surgical modifications, we have more options."

"Meditation, mental massage, hypnosis—there are countless ways to help you improve your mental activity, perhaps even more than those of mysterious organizations."

"Even the scented candles on this table are mysterious items that can soothe the mind."

"Most importantly, we have enough experience to avoid contamination and will not lose our own will like the mysterious cult. So you can see how important it is to have the care of our own people."

"..."

"This is the Secret School?"

As Han Su listened to his words, he vaguely understood that this method of consuming dried corpses to activate mental activity was passed down by this secret school.

He picked up the teacup and smelled the fragrant aroma of tea, but knowing what was brewing inside, he felt there was a rotten smell. So he only took one sniff and put the teacup down amidst the envious glances of the others.

He laughed and said, "Such a good thing can't just be given to me for free. Just tell me your terms!"

"Do you want me to stop bringing up that kidnapping case?"

(End of this chapter)