After returning to Tianfu City, the institute assigned Sun Hang an office second only in size to the director's—according to the Disaster Response Committee, until that Anomaly Research Academy was completed, this would serve as Sun Hang's "principal's office."
But before Sun Hang had even warmed the genuine leather swivel chair with his ass, 0401 burst in carrying two large plastic bags.
"Yo? Your injuries healed that fast?" Sun Hang glanced at the bandages around the other man's knees. "They say it takes a hundred days to recover from damaged muscles and bones. You ran out like this—those doctors and nurses must be furious."
"Just some scrapes." 0401 said with a smile. "Ah, stop calling me 0401. I have a name: Yin Xiang."
"Speaker?" Sun Hang froze for a moment. "That's quite the distinctive name."
"Yin Xiang! Yin as in magistrate, Xiang as in flying!" Yin Xiang explained. "Forget that... I heard Yang Lian say that the reason we were able to return to normal spacetime was because you killed that anomaly?"
"More or less." Sun Hang said. "Honestly, I just finished it off and stole a kill from something that was already on its last legs."
Sun Hang knew perfectly well that he hadn't been the one to kill the phantom shadow... It had been the Three Monkeys statue, something even more mysterious than the phantom shadow itself.
"All of us owe our lives to you. Thanks to you, that investigation mission was rated at the highest level. Not only did I pay off all my debts in one go, I even got an extra subsidy!"
With that, Yin Xiang raised the plastic bags in his hands. "See? Barbecue, fried skewers, spicy chicken in bowls, and beer... Do you know how hard it is to get this stuff nowadays?