Assessment Ends

"I found you!"

A sharp glint flashed in Wang Ye's eyes. Without hesitation, he flicked the golden needle in his hand, embedding it into his own shadow.

The empty floor had no cover, yet a ghost was present.

If the ghost wasn't behind him, Wang Ye couldn't imagine where else it could be.

Of course, there was the possibility that the ghost could turn invisible.

But he believed the Heavenly Group wouldn't create such a difficult test.

As expected, as Wang Ye flicked the golden needle, his shadow began to writhe restlessly, as if something was trying to break free from it.

The golden needle trembled but remained firmly stuck in the ground.

"A ghost that can be easily suppressed by a single golden needle?"

"It really is very weak."

Wang Ye muttered to himself. Indeed, the Heavenly Group wouldn't let a ghost that casually killed people onto the assessment.

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

But doing it this way made it a bit too simple.

After all, as long as one put their mind to it, they would eventually find this fellow.

So, was the real assessment about the time it took to find this ghost?

Wang Ye had a vague guess in his heart, then said indifferently, "Can the assessment end now?"

"Congratulations, your assessment is complete. Please proceed to the 21st floor."

An electronic voice suddenly sounded, echoing endlessly in the empty space.

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

"18 minutes."

The middle-aged man's expression gradually turned serious. He looked intently at Wang Ye's figure on the screen and said word by word.

"Even 18 minutes only gets him an A-Class rating!"

The long-haired youth glanced at the screen with some displeasure and said.

The middle-aged man turned his head and gave the youth a deep look. "But don't forget, he's just an ordinary person."

"Alright, I'm going to meet this interesting fellow."

Saying that, the middle-aged man turned and left, leaving the long-haired youth standing there, lost in thought.

21st floor.

In a large reception room, a middle-aged man sat on a sofa. He looked at Wang Ye, who was standing at the doorway, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

"Allow me to introduce myself, Zhang Ziliang, head of the Logistics Department."

Wang Ye nodded silently. "Wang Ye. Sun Qian should have told you about my request."

"Heh heh, there's no problem with that,"

Zhang Ziliang said with a smile. "After all, talented individuals are welcomed everywhere."

"Let me give you a brief introduction to 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, you could say, fully serves the ability users of the Heavenly Group."

"For example, before handling a supernatural event, we provide them with pre-researched information to increase their chances of survival."

"Or, we report the supernatural information they've processed and establish supernatural archives."

"Finally, ability users face the threat of death every day and experience immense psychological pressure, requiring us to provide them with counseling."

Wang Ye nodded. He was quite familiar with logistics work. After all, in his previous life, he had his own dedicated operator.

However...

In that unsolvable supernatural event, that cute little sister seemed to have perished with him.

After all, that ghost...

Could kill with sound.

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

"You will then be assigned an ability user. Your work during the internship will be to be responsible for resolving all of this ability user's needs."

Zhang Ziliang said.

Wang Ye nodded. "Okay."

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

Wang Ye opened the document and frowned slightly.

"Zhou Han, female, 18 years old." (Not the female lead)

"Awakened ability: Classified."

"Personality profile: Suspected dissociative identity disorder."

"Remarks: Due to dissatisfaction with the Logistics Department's work, he has gone through three dedicated operators. However, his strength is considerable; he has handled three supernatural events."

A violent woman, huh?

She sounds like a troubled girl.

"Oh, right. This USB drive is for you."

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

"Inside, you'll find a lot of information that can't be found through external channels. However, all of it is B-Class classified and must not be leaked."

Wang Ye's eyes lit up. He quickly took the USB drive and put it in his pocket.

This was exactly what he had worked so hard for all day. With higher clearance and more information, he could maximize his chances of survival during the upcoming deliveries.

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

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

"However, your phone must remain powered on 24 hours a day so we can reach you."

Zhang Ziliang said.

Wang Ye nodded and turned to leave.

"May I ask an off-topic question?"

Suddenly, Zhang Ziliang's voice rang out.

Wang Ye stopped in his tracks, not turning around, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Please ask."

Zhang Ziliang looked at Wang Ye's retreating back with a half-smile, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. "What's the use of that hemp rope you have?"

His gaze was fixed on the simple hemp rope that was always hanging from Wang Ye's waist.

"It's an accessory."

Wang Ye said calmly. "Is there anything else?"

"I wish you a pleasant work experience."

Zhang Ziliang looked deeply at Wang Ye's back, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, his eyes flickering.

After a long while, he resumed his smile, as if nothing had happened before.

"Thank you."

Wang Ye replied expressionlessly, then walked to the elevator, pressed the button, and left.

Soon...

The 21st floor became quiet again.

"That hemp rope is strange."

Abruptly, the long-haired youth appeared behind Zhang Ziliang out of nowhere and said.

"Mmm," Zhang Ziliang nodded. "But it's not important, is it?"

"You actually put him in charge of Zhou Han. Don't you dislike him? That crazy woman, just thinking about her sends shivers down my spine."

Thinking of Zhou Han, the long-haired youth shivered involuntarily.

"I think Zhou Han will like him."

Zhang Ziliang narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of contemplation in his gaze, and said calmly.

"She'll like him dead, more like."

The long-haired youth corrected Zhang Ziliang's phrasing. At this moment, he suddenly felt a bit of pity for the guy named Wang Ye.

Unaware of any of this, Wang Ye finally returned home, opened his computer, and plugged in the USB drive.

He had too many questions about the Suburban Cemetery.

Perhaps this B-Class data access would bring him some surprises.