Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 156 The Living Copper Code
Facing Han Su's direct question, the man with the bulbous nose smiled and said:

"There's one more thing. I hope you can give Zhang Chiguo some advice so that he can stop doing those thankless tasks."

"You're too young. You've only been with the Disaster Management Bureau for a few days. You don't understand yet. We're the same kind of people."

“Protecting our interests is protecting your interests, and no matter how close you are to Zhang Chiguo, he cannot represent us.”

"..."

He spoke these words with surprising sincerity. He paused slightly, turned his head to look at the woman in the red trench coat in the corner, and his expression became more serious.

"Whether it was the Dead Sea Nail before or D7 this time, although the original intention was just to warn, they have caused some trouble after all. I understand that you are dissatisfied now, but I hope I can act as a mediator."

"Of course, it just means we won't go through the Disaster Management Bureau's procedures. We will handle her internally. We can also promise that you can get our help with testing, selection, training, and mental activity enhancement in the three major sequences."

"There's even a chance that one day you could be promoted to an independent investigator."

"..."

"..."

He stopped there. Han Su looked into his eyes and saw that he wasn't drunk at all; he was quite good at keeping accounts.

Han Su listened attentively, then slowly raised his head and said, "But, I'll have to line up after you?"

The drunken investigator fell silent. He didn't need to answer Han Su's question; it was clearly a provocation.

Of course, it should be placed after oneself.

The opportunity to be promoted to independent investigator is something that even the four major investigators in the Disaster Management Agency don't necessarily have every chance of.

As a newcomer, it's already a blessing that he's being taken care of; does he really think he can cut in line ahead of the four investigators?

"I actually understand what happened to Uncle Zhang."

Han Su sighed slowly, looked at the drunkard and laughed, "This old guy is too upright. Things that would be easy for others are hard for him to handle. Anyone would be uncomfortable having such a boss, right?"

The drunkard narrowed his eyes slightly, about to say something, but was interrupted by Han Su:
"But how can I blame him?"

Han Su smiled and said, "Because when no one else cared about my affairs, he was the only one who did."

"..."

Hearing Han Su's words, the man with the bulbous nose frowned slightly, but his tone suddenly relaxed a bit. He said in a low voice, "I know you hate me, and I know you're still bothered by that report, but you have to understand that some things always need to be done by someone."

"At that time, the Disaster Management Agency needed that report, and either I or someone else wrote it."

"In the end, it was only after I wrote it that the nature of this matter was finally defined."

"But do you think I haven't paid a price?"

"If it weren't for this report, I might have already been promoted to independent investigator!"

"As for you, it's the same now. Do you think it's because I don't want you to submit that report again? I'm just giving you friendly advice!"

"The higher-ups don't want to see this report, so they're going their own way. You're the one who's going to suffer!"

"..."

Han Su simply looked at him coldly: "Do you want me to thank you for reminding me?"

The drunken investigator also lost his smile, looking coldly at Han Su: "I have no intention of arguing with you."

"In fact, I have shown you enough goodwill, whether it was initially offering you that investigator's license or now opening my arms to you on behalf of the Secret School. You should have your own thoughts on whether to choose us or Zhang Chiguo..."

"Now I'm just telling you, Zhang Chiguo is going to be in trouble!"

“From now on, the efficiency of handling every abnormal incident taken over by the Disaster Management Bureau will decrease by 30%, and every investigator will be affected to some extent. This phenomenon will continue until Chang Chi-kuo voluntarily transfers to another post or dies.”

"..."

He spoke to Han Su, word by word, as if announcing something, and finally sat down with a sinister look in his eyes:

"You may need to take a break for a while, or you can choose to stand against all the investigators."

"But as you know, there are many dangers during the mission."

"The first two times were warnings, so you managed to avoid them, but the next time, it was no longer a warning."

"..."

The point is already quite clear.

Han Su looked intently at the drunkard investigator's face, then slowly scanned the other people in the club.

While everyone waited quietly for his answer, he suddenly smiled, pushed the cup of tea aside as he spoke, slowly stood up, picked up his phone, and asked into it, "Ms. Ai, did you hear our conversation clearly just now?"

Ms. Ai, who usually only replies with text, responded with a gentle electronic voice:
"The information was recorded very clearly and was immediately forwarded to Deputy Director Zhang Chiguo and Secretary No. 5's email address."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed drastically, and they abruptly stood up.

They chose to rest and talk here because it was absolutely safe. Even if someone tried to record or eavesdrop here, they would be interfered with by a mysterious force.

But unexpectedly, this newly recruited investigator actually used Miss Ai's abilities to eavesdrop.

Where did he get such high authority?
There is only one answer... Zhang Chiguo!
It must have been Zhang Chiguo who gave him this authority, and it was Zhang Chiguo who arranged for him to collect intelligence on his people.

No wonder he came as soon as he was invited; this was Zhang Chiguo's conspiracy!

The atmosphere in the small club was extremely oppressive, with countless cold, gloomy gazes fixed upon them.

The man with the bulbous nose was still sitting there, and said coldly, "The situation of the Disaster Management Bureau is now almost irreconcilable. Your current actions will make it easier for the Disaster Management Bureau to tear down even the most superficial facade and fall into disarray."

Han Su said, "The inside is rotten, what's the point of saving face?"

"When I found out that you knew about the kidnapping, yet still shamelessly claimed it never happened, you were already rotten to the core!"

"you!"

Anger flared on his bulbous nose as he stared directly at Han Su, seemingly about to reprimand him.

Han Su, however, stood up before him and said coldly, "Whether you're rotten or not, I didn't care at all. But you shouldn't have, you shouldn't have, insisted on dragging my affairs into this..."

Han Su spoke these words very seriously. Even his bulbous nose seemed to sober up instantly, and he pursed his lips without saying a word.

Han Su, however, suddenly turned around and walked straight toward the woman in the red trench coat by the window.

The people sitting around immediately became wary.

This anomaly immediately put many people around on high alert.

The drunkard raised his hand slightly, stopping the people's impulsiveness. He walked all the way to the woman in the red trench coat, but his gaze fell on the flaxen-haired investigator's assistant sitting next to her.

sparrow.

Han Su asked directly, "Did you arrange for D7 to kill me?"

The flaxen-haired female assistant had a cold gaze, glanced back at Han Su, and did not speak.

The woman in the red trench coat next to her also suddenly changed her expression, but she wouldn't directly refute Han Su, as that wouldn't be in keeping with her status. She glanced at Miss Crow, who was sitting quietly there, and a look of disappointment flashed in her eyes. She couldn't count on him at all.

Miss Sparrow, however, suddenly chuckled softly, looked up at Han Su, and even gave a slight smile:
"I know you're using Miss Ai to record things, but so what?"

"..."

Han Su looked into her eyes and turned off his phone in front of her. Miss Ai had no way to get in, so no matter how powerful she was, she couldn't possibly get any information.

Han Su said, "Now do you dare to tell the truth?"

Miss Sparrow was a very pretty girl, and she also seemed shrewd, capable, and fashionable. Her flaxen hair, whether natural or dyed, had a unique sophistication that she exuded an air of arrogance. She spoke to Han Su in a low voice:
"There's nothing to dare or not dare to do."

"You can think of it as me secretly contacting those D7s and having them teach you a lesson during the mission, or you can think of it as me using them who were already facing destruction and then silencing them afterwards."

"But what's the point of asking these questions?"

"Everything the Disaster Management Bureau does requires evidence. If you can't provide evidence that I contacted them, then asking more questions won't help."

"..."

Han Su seemed oblivious to the unspoken meaning in her words. He glanced at the woman in the red trench coat and said, "I just want to ask you, is this your idea, or was it someone else instructing you? After all, I have no grudge against you, you have no reason to harm me, and I don't want to wrong you."

The man in the red trench coat looked quite unpleasant, but Sparrow seemed to find it even more ridiculous. Of course, she wouldn't say anything about the others, and said:

"If I had to say, it was I who did it, so what does it have to do with anyone else?"

"certainly……"

"That's enough."

Han Su interrupted her directly: "I don't have time to deal with any nonsense reasons. If you're willing to take the blame, then I'll come to you."

He turned to the drunken investigator and said, "Also, I have something to correct you on. It's not that there are many dangers in missions, but that there are dangers everywhere in life."

"..."

"..."

He left those words there and turned to leave, leaving a room full of people looking at each other in bewilderment.

Given their qualifications and status, they offered such good intentions, only to receive this kind of conversation in return. No matter what, it is something that is hard to accept.

At this moment, Han Su took the elevator downstairs to the lobby. As he passed the bronze armor, he subtly clenched his left palm. A wisp of spiritual energy seeped into the bronze armor statue from the back of his left hand, and he uttered eight words in a low voice:

"Twenty-seven lives, all must be paid for with blood!"

"If you can receive my orders, then I want you to kill her tonight. Anyone who tries to stop you, just start a massacre!"

"..."

He only conveyed this message to the bronze statue through mental intrusion, and he felt a violent depletion of his mental power, but he did not show anything and just passed by without looking to the side.

I was utterly disappointed after only exchanging a few words with this group!

A group of useless people, even when it comes to killing their mother, they hesitate and get caught up in their own thoughts, unable to carry it out completely.

Not everyone is interested in playing the game within the rules with you...

Fuck your mother!
(End of this chapter)