For now, he stopped thinking about the topic and turned to observe Miss Crow.

She had spent the night, and now she still looked a bit dispirited, with large dark circles under her eyes. Even her short hair appeared somewhat dry and dull.

He smiled and said, "How did you rest yesterday?"

Miss Crow silently nodded, then said, "After the mind's influence, the first night usually doesn't result in a good rest."

"Then, what I saw yesterday..."

Han Su thought back to the strange and eerie scenes he witnessed when he mentally invaded Miss Crow, and the inexplicable feelings of suppression and loneliness he had experienced.

"It was my memory."

Miss Crow suddenly raised her head, and a sharp gleam flashed in her eyes. "How much did you see?"

Han Su met her gaze and replied, "Just a few scenes, all from when you were a child..."

Miss Crow seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and lowered her head again. "I didn't have a good childhood, don't laugh at me."

Han Su nodded and said seriously, "I won't."

He originally wanted to have a conversation with her, but from her attitude, it was clear she didn't like talking about it, and seemed somewhat reluctant to do so.

As for the sharpness that flashed in her eyes, he was very curious, but he could only suppress it, habitually controlling his curiosity.

The doctor, who was standing nearby, gave the two of them a curious look, feeling that there was something going on between them.

Only Hei Hu, on the other hand, was stuffing fried sausages and fried eggs into his mouth.

He also wanted to join in on the conversation, but couldn't quite understand what they were talking about, so he just kept eating and asked Han Su, "Has that ugly person caused you any more trouble?"

Han Su smiled and shook his head, saying, "Someone helped me, so I don't need to worry about him for now."

As he spoke, he looked around and asked, "Have you guys noticed something strange? Why are there so few people in the base?"

Normally, they could move freely and didn’t need to return to the base, but there were usually many people from the D5D6 and D7 teams inside the base.

Especially with higher-numbered teams, the numbers would be larger.

There were a dozen or so people who had joined with them, and in addition to those who had joined earlier, there were people from other departments such as the information team, security team, medical team, and news team.

Overall, the flow of people should have been quite large.

Correspondingly, the base's dining area was usually crowded, as could be seen from the many windows and spacious dining halls.

But now, they had finally returned to the base to have a meal, only to find it was eerily empty.

The windows were piled high with fried eggs, but apart from Hei Hu, no one was taking any.

Looking around the dining hall, those eating were sparse, and there weren’t many people at all.

"There’s a mysterious task."

Miss Crow spoke up and said, "They should have all been sent out. Only us, who belong to higher-level teams, don’t have a leader to guide us, and we don’t have an investigator directly in charge. So, it makes us seem a little more idle."

Just as she was speaking, a sudden sound of hurried footsteps was heard.

Everyone unexpectedly turned around, and their expressions immediately became more serious.

The person approaching was wearing tactical clothing and had a big smile on his face.

He looked friendly, but the few people present couldn't help but feel cautious upon seeing him. He was the assistant of the strange bird investigator, who had been seen the night before during the mission.

He was accompanied by four or five security personnel holding weapons, and they marched up to them, standing still. He first smiled and glanced at everyone before saying, "You delayed such a huge task yesterday, causing countless casualties and losses, but today you all seem to have good appetites."

Everyone remained silent, looking up at him. Han Su furrowed his brows and asked, "What’s the matter?"

"Since I'm here, of course, there’s something."

The assistant glanced at Han Su’s right hand, which was covered with a black glove, and smiled. "Executor Butcher, according to the synchronization report, you just completed spiritual penetration. Why are you in a public area?"

"Let’s go. Mr. Strange Bird wants to see you. He’ll personally check your mental state!"

"..."

"What?"

Everyone present was stunned, standing up one after another.

Especially Miss Crow, who understood the situation and the entangled matters here. Her small face darkened, and the pale corners of her lips revealed a hint of harshness.

"Sit down."

The assistant's expression darkened as he snapped at the others, then quickly forced a smile and looked at Han Su. "Let’s go!"

"Don't keep Mr. Strange Bird waiting."

"......"

Han Su met his smile, his body leaning slightly back, and said, "Is this a special chance you took while Uncle Zhang is away to cause trouble for me under this pretext?"

"In the Disaster Management Bureau, we don't recognize anything like Uncle Zhang."

The assistant slightly narrowed his eyes and said, "Right now, you and I are both Mr. Strange Bird's assistants. He’s very concerned about how your spiritual penetration training is progressing, so he specifically applied for the training room for you to come and complete the basic training."

"This is, of course, a request, but also an order, to prevent you from becoming a threat to the base due to mental instability."

"Won't you come with me?"

"......"

By this point, his voice had become slightly cold, with the threat no longer hidden in the slightest.

The security personnel nearby immediately raised their firearms.

They were only responsible for security and were strictly prohibited from forming personal relationships with any operatives or investigators.

Even during meals or rest, they were arranged in separate areas, only following orders approved by Miss Ai and their superior.

Since Mr. Strange Bird had used official channels to call them over, they would indeed use their weapons to force Han Su to comply with the order.

Seeing this, even Hei Hu and the doctor grew slightly tense.

But they also knew that in the base, they couldn't physically confront the security personnel.

Whether they were investigators or operatives, they could act arrogantly outside the base, but within the base, when faced with firearms, they had to behave properly.

"Mr. Strange Bird is treating me this well?"

Han Su couldn't help but squint his eyes.

He suddenly picked up his phone, swiped a couple of times, and said to the assistant, "Then how about you take a look at this first, and then go back and thank Mr. Strange Bird for me. How does that sound?"

The assistant was already somewhat impatient but still subconsciously glanced at the phone.

Immediately, his whole demeanor froze:

"You accepted this task?"

"......"

"If you didn't accept this task, are you planning to wait around for them to move you around and make things difficult for you?"

Han Su also showed the security personnel the page on his phone before putting it away. His face had lost all expression:

"Did you really think that only you guys can exploit loopholes?"

"Take a good look."

"This task was approved before I became Mr. Strange Bird's assistant. In other words, even if he wants to order me, he has to wait until I complete this task first."

"......"

The assistant was caught by Han Su's hard tone, and his expression turned awkward to an indescribable degree, growing furious in the process.

At this moment, though, he couldn't say anything.

Because he had seen the content displayed clearly on Han Su's phone: 【B1-level task: Track the movements of the dangerous individual Song Chu-shi, on standby for summons, cooperate with the base's operations, and must not delay due to any circumstances.】

This task was of the highest priority, meaning even Mr. Strange Bird's orders couldn't override this authority.

For a moment, the assistant just felt a gnawing anger:

Had they anticipated that Mr. Strange Bird might come up with some idea to call Han Su over under the guise of an investigator's mission, so they had given him this task as backup?

On the other hand, Han Su now only looked at him with blatant contempt and hostility. Since the mask was already off, what was the point in pretending to be polite?

Fortunately, he had discussed this with Zhang Zhiguo last night.

If he had applied for rest on the grounds of mental instability, the other side might have found another excuse to make things difficult for him.

Then, he would need another form of protection.

And in the current Disaster Management Bureau, there were only two major issues that held more weight than ordinary orders and cases.

One was the tracking or expulsion of the dangerous individual Song Chu-shi.

The other was the capture of the Ghost Freight Truck that had escaped its seal.

Since Han Su had previously interacted with Song Chu-shi, it was a very reasonable thing that he had been approved by Zhang Zhiguo to become an exceptional off-the-books personnel for this case.

For Song Chu-shi's matter, he was always on call to cooperate with operations.

With the protection of this task, no matter what reason or pretext Mr. Strange Bird used to try and take him away, Han Su only needed to say "cooperate with the operation," and he could brush it off, at least until Zhang Zhiguo returned.

When Zhang Zhiguo had said this, Han Su had felt somewhat moved. Uncle Zhang had really come around.

Upon seeing this order, the assistant understood that all his plans had fallen apart. He could neither leave nor stay.

The security personnel beside him exchanged a glance, and not only did they quickly and neatly holster their weapons, but they also nodded to Han Su and the others, as if apologizing for disturbing their meal. Then, they took a step back, signaling that they were no longer involved in the matter.

"Damn it..."

The changes here made Mr. Strange Bird, who had been listening to the radio transmission of the situation, curse under his breath.

The wine glass in his hand was crushed in an instant, and the liquor spilled over him.

At this moment, he had already applied for the medical room, still using his own authority to request the highest-level confidential medical room, but he hadn't expected this kind of situation.

What the hell, tracking Song Chu-shi?

This rookie, who had just become an operative a few days ago, was even qualified for this?

Zhang Zhiguo, this bastard, had actually evolved into an old fox. While reaching an agreement with him, he was still secretly pulling this kind of stunt?

Fuming with anger, he stepped out with large strides, his eyes so dark that they seemed about to burst into flames, his teeth clenched so tightly that they ground with a creaking sound.

Meanwhile, in the dining hall, seeing that Han Su had defused the crisis, Miss Crow, who was on edge, and the doctor, who was observing calmly, along with Hei Hu, who was chewing on half a ham, relaxed slightly.

Neither the reason the assistant had come to take Han Su nor the so-called "Song Chu-shi" was known to them.

They just vaguely felt that, after just one night, the conflict between their classmate and Mr. Strange Bird had become much more intense.

However, just as Han Su sat down and continued drinking fresh juice, brushing aside the assistant with his awkward expression and the distant, furious Mr. Strange Bird,

The tense atmosphere in the dining hall, which had only just begun to ease, suddenly turned when a red light began flashing.

Accompanied by the tense alarm: beep—beep—

The sound was piercing, filled with agitation, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the dining hall.

In the next moment, the large screens hanging at various locations in the dining hall switched to a blurry scene.

It appeared to be a small shop, and a man holding a silver suitcase was sitting at a small table, carefully eating a bowl of small wontons.

The entire dining hall went silent, everyone staring at the screen, not understanding why such an eerie scene was appearing.

Then, the tense electronic voice sounded:

"Emergency notification!"

"Emergency notification!"

"All investigators and related operatives with spare time, or those not on a mission in the Disaster Management Bureau base, are to accept a temporary A-level task."

"Track down the dangerous individual Song Chu-shi!"

"Repeat: All investigators and related operatives in the Disaster Management Bureau must immediately accept the task and proceed to the observation rooms of their respective regions to cooperate in the tracking of A-level dangerous individual Song Chu-shi!"