My game, Orange Flavor, is great!

She took out her phone, opened the app used by the Bureau of Spirits' internal staff, browsed around, and finally selected a daily task that seemed to take less time. She hesitated for a moment, glanced at the drawer not far away, hardened her heart, and decided to close the door and leave.

"No. 23 Yangguan Road, depart immediately!"

The chariot started up at high speed. Lu Zhao took a deep breath and stared intently at the rapidly passing light and shadow before him, revealing a rare resolute expression.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Strange Village

Task nature: Routine patrol.

Mission objective: A trace amount of psionic energy fluctuations were released near Yangguan Road a week ago. Mission personnel are requested to conduct a thorough patrol and eliminate any factors that may disrupt public order.

Well, the task is to search around this area, report what you find, and if you don't find anything, the mission is considered successfully completed.

The task was a bit simple, but it was just right for a newbie transmigrator like her who wasn't very familiar with other daily tasks.

The area around Yangguan Road is neither as desolate as the suburbs nor as bustling as the commercial district. On the contrary, it is near a village under the jurisdiction of Yongling City. Although there are not too many people coming and going, it is not as deserted as the area near the Ling Management Bureau.

Lu Zhao got out of the car and went into the village. But as soon as she arrived at the village entrance, she noticed that the gazes of several middle-aged women sitting and chatting near the entrance were a little strange.

Hmm... Ordinary people have always had a rather negative attitude towards the Elven race, so for the sake of convenience during the mission, it would be better for her to pretend to be an ordinary tourist.

“Auntie,” since those middle-aged women were looking at her, she decided to go for it. “I’m a tourist who loves road trips. I was driving through here today and I’m a bit hungry. Do you know if there are any restaurants around here that you would recommend?”

The group exchanged suspicious glances. One of them, an older woman who was clearly the leader, slowly stood up and looked her up and down: "Judging from your accent, you don't seem to be from out of town. You're traveling, why didn't you bring anything with you?"

Is this the classic accent used to determine direction in movies and TV shows?

Lu Zhao quickly smiled and said, "This is Mandarin, which I can use anywhere. However, my hometown is in Tianfu. I've never been to Yongling City before. As for the things, they're all in the car. I parked them on the roadside outside the village. People always need to get out of the car and walk around to refresh themselves."

"Alright then," the woman said, seeing her calm demeanor. She casually pointed in a certain direction in the village. "Walk about fifteen minutes that way, there's a Cai's Restaurant. The food there is quite good. Go there!"

"Thank you, auntie!" she said repeatedly before quickly walking in the direction the other person pointed.

Very strange.

This is a village under the jurisdiction of Yongling City. Logically speaking, there should be many passersby, but from the moment she entered the village, she was being paid attention to by the villagers, as if her appearance as an outsider was unprecedented.

As she passed many shops, Lu Zhao silently glanced at the villagers who had already looked at her several times along the way. She frowned slightly, and her body tensed up involuntarily.

However, there was no psionic energy fluctuation in the air, so it seems that there are no psionic beings in this village.

Finally, after walking for about fifteen minutes, she saw a small restaurant called Cai's Restaurant in the distance. Its simple decoration, similar to many other rural restaurants, made it impossible for her to tell that it was any different from other places.

If the food here weren't so delicious, she would have to wonder if the old lady at the village entrance and the owner of this place were related.

After pausing for a moment at the shop entrance, she sensed someone watching her again, so she didn't hesitate any longer and went straight in, calling out, "Boss, what are your signature dishes?"

A hearty reply came from the kitchen, and a burly middle-aged man came running out with a smile. However, he paused for a moment when he saw Lu Zhao's face, then quickly put on a smiling face again: "This is a small restaurant, we only serve home-style dishes. If you really want a signature dish, then order the spicy beef!"

She glanced casually at the menu that looked quite greasy, then smiled and said, "Okay, one spicy beef dish and a bowl of rice for a few days."

The boss hurriedly nodded, grabbed the menu, and was about to run back to the kitchen when, for some reason, he tripped and almost fell over.

"careful!"

She instinctively reached out to help him up, but the boss, who immediately stood up straight, smiled and waved his hand, refusing her advances: "It's alright, it's alright! Just sit down!"

With that, he ran back inside.

Hmm, that's really strange.

Lu Zhao really wanted to criticize the other person's terrible acting skills, but in the end he held back.

A short while later, the owner brought over another bowl of spicy beef with a smile, repeatedly urging her, "Come on, try it! This is the best beef in our village!"

Lu Zhao glanced silently at the fragrant pot of beef on the table, picked up disposable chopsticks, put them down again, and looked up at the other person.

"Is there...something you're not satisfied with?" The boss seemed even more apprehensive, and his body hunched over considerably.

Uncle, your acting skills are truly undeniable.

Sighing inwardly, Lu Zhao said, "These chopsticks aren't meant to be wrapped around the chopsticks. Give me a pair of regular chopsticks for a few days."

"Hey! Okay!" The other person wiped the sweat from their forehead as if granted a pardon, and then grabbed a pair of ordinary wooden chopsticks from the next table and placed them in front of her.

Lu Zhao then picked up his chopsticks, glanced at the owner, then at the generously portioned beef, hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

A fragrant, spicy aroma wafts up, and after just one bite, the flavor lingers on your lips and teeth.

She unconsciously curled her lips into a smile and whispered a compliment: "Delicious."

The boss's expression brightened with joy at a visible speed, and he was about to speak when Lu Zhao raised his hand to stop him.

“I know what you’re trying to say,” she raised an eyebrow. “From the moment I entered the village, you wanted to lure me here, didn’t you?”

Even if she doesn't actively ask which restaurant to go to, the older women at the village entrance will definitely recommend it to her.

Besides, whether it was the older woman, other passersby in the village, or the boss in front of her, they all gave her the feeling that "these people knew her".

It turned out that this was not a misperception; these people did indeed know her.

After all... as a sensational figure back then, even if these people don't know the others in the Sky Dome, they will definitely know him.

As for why she treated him with such an honored guest after they met, the answer is obvious.

"The subtle psionic fluctuations that appeared here before came from your village, right? The reason they disappeared later must mean that an instrument that can hide psionic fluctuations was used."

The fact that they treated me with such an almost fawning attitude because they knew I was from the Bureau of Spiritual Affairs can only mean one thing—

She smiled at the shop owner, whose face had suddenly turned deathly pale: "If I'm not mistaken, that awakened spirit race member should be in your house, right?"

Chapter 80 Mission Complete!

All that action was as fierce as a tiger, but the reasoning was utterly incompetent.

However, when Lu Zhao saw his boss suddenly kneeling down in front of him and crying his heart out, he really wondered if he had transmigrated into some kind of degraded version of Bleach: Elementary School Student movie set.

"Please get up right now! Hey, why are you crying?"

Feeling helpless and bewildered, she tried to help the man up, but he was determined to stay kneeling on the ground and refused to get up. He even covered his face with tears streaming down his face. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought she was some kind of gangster who oppressed innocent people.

As the villagers gradually gathered around the restaurant, Lu Zhao was at his wits' end. Just as he was about to give in and ask what the villagers wanted, he saw a little girl in tattered pajamas walk out of the kitchen, carrying a black machine that was half a head taller than her on her back.

This is...

The previous generation of jammers is obsolete?

Having thoroughly studied numerous studies, Lu Zhao immediately recognized the true purpose of the thing behind him.

Unlike the currently popular psionic shields, this machine is much bulkier and has a smaller effective range, so users can only use it close to their body.

However, once such a device was taken out, people knew what it was and who would use it. So, less than six months after its introduction, it was swept into the dustbin of history.

Instead, the most popular portable signal jammers are now available. They are small, only the size of a palm, and can lock onto targets and block psionic fluctuations when placed ten meters away.

However, portable jammers are extremely expensive, making them unaffordable for ordinary families.

The bag that this girl is carrying, though bulky and conspicuous, only costs six figures. If it's secondhand, you can even bargain it down to five figures.

She looked at the girl hesitantly: "Little girl, what are you doing...?"

"Sister, please don't blame my dad," the girl's clear black and white eyes were full of innocence. She quickly stepped in front of the boss, her obviously ill-fitting slippers on her feet, and spread her arms in a protective stance. "It's all my fault, you can take me away!"

"No!" The shopkeeper cried as he pulled the girl into his arms, his eyes brimming with tears as he looked at Lu Zhao. "Don't arrest her! She's just a child. And those villagers, they're only pitying my daughter and me. If you're going to arrest someone, arrest me!"

Lu Zhao stared blankly at the father and daughter, who were crying their eyes out, while the voices of the villagers watching outside the restaurant echoed in his ears:

"They are all good people!"

"That's right, we can't just arrest people indiscriminately just because his little Juanjuan became a spirit!"

"We all donated money to buy that equipment for her, so if you're going to arrest someone, arrest us all too!"

After listening for a while, a bewildered Lu Zhao finally understood one thing:

The girl in front of us, nicknamed "Xiao Juanjuan," has awakened into a spirit race, but the villagers do not despise her. Instead, they pool their money to buy her a second-hand jammer.

Later, the monitoring department found no trace of the Eldar here, but detected slight psionic fluctuations, so they set it as a daily task and selected it to come here.

As for the father and daughter, and even the villagers outside the house, they all seemed to believe that those who awaken to become Spirit Race members should be arrested as bad people.

That's why the things that happened after I entered the village.

It seems she's been mistaken for someone who came to arrest people without any explanation. Lu Zhao scratched the back of his head in annoyance. Just as he was about to walk towards the father and daughter, he heard a commotion from the villagers outside.

Okay, we need to take some concrete actions to prove it.

She walked quickly to their side and reached out to touch the girl, but fearing she might have an extreme reaction, she had to give up for the time being.

"Your name is Xiaojuan, right? How old are you this year?" Lu Zhao simply squatted down and looked directly into the girl's teary eyes.

The girl, sobbing, was held in her father's arms and nodded slightly: "I...I'm Luo Juan, and I'll be eight years old in three months."

Ah... about the same age as Xiaoyue.

Her voice grew even gentler, "Xiaojuan, where did your mother go?"

"Mom, she went out to work, cooking for people on construction sites." Although Xiao Juan was sobbing, her speech was quite clear.

This couple, one runs a restaurant in the village and the other cooks for people at a construction site, can only be described as a perfect match.

Thinking of this, she smiled gently at her: "Don't worry, I won't arrest you, nor your father, or the uncles and aunts outside."

"Really?" Xiao Juan blinked incredulously. "But I've clearly become someone different from others."

“Everyone is different. Look at you and me, we look different, right? It’s just that you’re a little bit more different than others.” Lu Zhao showed his little finger. “Look, just this little bit.”

The exaggerated movements immediately made the child stop crying and start laughing.

Seeing this, the girl's father quickly and cautiously asked, "You...you're really not here to arrest someone?"

Lu Zhao couldn't help but chuckle as he stood up: "Don't worry, Xiao Juan hasn't done anything heinous, why would I arrest her?"

"That's right, my Juan'er, she's such a good girl!"

Now that everything was out in the open, the father and daughter, along with the surrounding villagers, all breathed a sigh of relief and quickly invited Lu Zhao to sit down.

"Oh, right," she remembered something and asked the shopkeeper, "If Xiao Juan awakens as a spirit, she should have an ability that's different from ordinary people, right? What is her ability?"

The owner glanced at his child, scratched his head sheepishly, and laughed: "It's nothing, it's just that my Juan'er's cooking has suddenly become much better!"

Has your cooking improved?

Lu Zhao looked thoughtfully at the bowl of spicy beef in front of him, and finally understood why the boss had been so nervous in recommending this so-called signature dish to him.