Assessment Ends

"I found you!"

A sharp glint flashed through Wang Ye's eyes. Without hesitation, he flung the Golden Needle in his hand, driving it into his own shadow.

The floor was empty, with nowhere to hide, yet there was a ghost here.

If the ghost was not behind him, Wang Ye could not think of anywhere else it could be.

Of course, he could not rule out the possibility that the ghost could turn invisible.

But he believed the Heaven Group would not devise such a difficult test.

Sure enough, as Wang Ye threw out the Golden Needle, his shadow began to writhe restlessly, as though something wanted to break free from it.

The Golden Needle trembled continuously, yet remained firmly pinned to the ground.

"A ghost that can be so easily suppressed by a single Golden Needle?"

"It really is weak."

Wang Ye murmured to himself. As expected, the Heaven Group would not place a ghost that could casually kill people here.

The fundamental difficulty of this assessment lay in finding the ghost.

But if that was all there was to it, it seemed rather simple.

After all, as long as one put in the effort, one would eventually find the thing.

So the real assessment was the time spent finding the ghost?

A faint guess formed in Wang Ye's mind. Then he said calmly, "Can the assessment end now?"

"Congratulations. The assessment has ended. Please proceed to the twenty-first floor."

An electronic voice suddenly rang out, echoing continuously through the empty space.

Wang Ye shrugged, no longer paying attention to the shadow still struggling on the ground, and turned to leave.

"Eighteen minutes."

The middle-aged man's expression gradually turned serious as he stared intently at Wang Ye's figure on the screen and spoke word by word.

"Even eighteen minutes only earns an A-Class rating!"

The long-haired Young Man glanced unhappily at the screen and said.

The middle-aged man turned around and gave the Young Man a deep look. "But don't forget, he's only an ordinary person."

"Enough. I'm going to meet this interesting fellow."

With that, the middle-aged man turned and left, leaving only the long-haired Young Man standing where he was, lost in thought.

Twenty-first floor.

Inside a massive reception room, a middle-aged man sat on a sofa. Looking at Wang Ye standing by the door, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Zhang Ziliang, director of the Logistics Department."

Wang Ye nodded silently. "Wang Ye. Sun Qian told you about the conditions I mentioned before, right?"

"Hehe, that won't be a problem."

Zhang Ziliang smiled. "After all, talent is welcome everywhere."

"First, let me briefly introduce the work of the Logistics Department."

As Zhang Ziliang spoke, he poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Wang Ye. "Our entire Logistics Department exists to serve the Heaven Group's Superhumans."

"For example, before they handle a Supernatural Incident, we investigate the relevant information in advance and provide it to them, increasing their odds of survival."

"Or we report the supernatural information they obtain after handling incidents and establish supernatural archives."

"Finally, Superhumans face the threat of death every day. The psychological pressure is immense, so they need us to counsel them."

Wang Ye nodded. He understood logistics work quite well. In his previous life, he had also had an operator assigned exclusively to him.

However.

During that unsolvable-level Supernatural Incident, that adorable little girl had apparently died alongside him.

After all, that ghost.

Could kill through sound.

"If there are no issues, I'll have someone arrange your employment."

"Afterward, you'll be assigned a Superhuman. During your probationary period, your job will be to handle all of that Superhuman's needs."

Zhang Ziliang said.

Wang Ye nodded. "Alright."

Zhang Ziliang took out a file from a drawer and handed it to Wang Ye. "Take a look. This is the Superhuman you'll be responsible for."

Wang Ye opened the file and frowned slightly.

"Zhou Han, female, eighteen years old." (Not the female lead.)

"Awakened ability: classified."

"Personality profile: suspected dissociative identity disorder."

"Note: Dissatisfied with the Logistics Department's work, she has replaced three dedicated operators in succession. However, she is very capable and has handled three Supernatural Incidents."

A violent woman?

She looked like a troublesome girl.

"Right, this USB drive is for you."

"Plug it into a computer, and it will automatically open a website."

"There's plenty of information there that cannot be found outside. However, all of it is B-Class classified and must not be leaked."

Wang Ye's eyes lit up. He hurriedly took the USB drive and slipped it into his pocket.

This was what he had worked so hard all day for. Only with higher clearance and access to more information could he survive as long as possible during the upcoming letter deliveries.

"I'll send Zhou Han's contact information to your phone later."

"I'll notify you in advance if there's a mission. At other times, you're free."

"But keep your phone on twenty-four hours a day, so we can avoid being unable to reach you."

Zhang Ziliang said.

Wang Ye nodded and turned to leave.

"May I ask an unrelated question?"

Zhang Ziliang's voice suddenly rang out.

Wang Ye stopped without turning around. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Go ahead."

Zhang Ziliang watched Wang Ye's back with a faintly amused smile. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes. "What does that Hemp Rope of yours do?"

His gaze fixed firmly on the plain Hemp Rope that had been hanging from Wang Ye's waist all this time.

"An ornament."

Wang Ye said blandly. "Anything else?"

"May you enjoy your work."

Zhang Ziliang gazed deeply at Wang Ye's back, lightly tapping his fingers against the table as his eyes flickered uncertainly.

Only after a long while did his smile return, as though nothing had happened.

"Thank you."

Wang Ye answered expressionlessly. Then he walked to the elevator, pressed the button, and left.

Very soon.

The twenty-first floor became empty once more.

"There's something strange about that Hemp Rope."

Suddenly, the long-haired Young Man appeared out of thin air behind Zhang Ziliang and said.

"Mm." Zhang Ziliang nodded. "But that isn't important, is it?"

"You actually had him take responsibility for Zhou Han. Do you have a grudge against him? Just thinking of that crazy woman gives me chills."

At the thought of Zhou Han, the long-haired Young Man unconsciously shuddered.

"I think Zhou Han will like him."

Zhang Ziliang narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of contemplation in them as he spoke calmly.

"You mean she'll like seeing him dead."

The long-haired Young Man corrected Zhang Ziliang's poor wording. At that moment, he suddenly felt a little sympathy for the fellow named Wang Ye.

Completely unaware of this, Wang Ye finally returned home, turned on his computer, and inserted the USB drive.

He had far too many doubts about the Suburban Cemetery.

Perhaps this B-Class information clearance could bring him a few pleasant surprises.