Over the next two days.
Cheng Han's strange "symptoms" grew even worse.
Noon.
Patrol Station Canteen.
As Cheng Han lined up to get his food, the cafeteria lady glanced at his face, then scooped hard with her large iron ladle, adding three extra chunks of fatty, glistening lamb chops.
Although the canteen provided enough food to fill every Patrol Officer and every Spirit Mastiff,
due to limited funding, certain higher-end dishes were usually available only in limited quantities.
And naturally, the distribution of these fine, hearty dishes followed unspoken rules.
Generally speaking, the Squad Leader received the largest portion, followed by the Patrol Captains, then the veteran Patrol Officers, and lastly the ordinary Patrol Officers.
In short, the hierarchy was strict.
On Cheng Han's first day at work, Liu Yidao had put in a word for him, allowing him to receive the treatment of a veteran Patrol Officer.
By now, his treatment was on par with the Squad Leader's.
Behind this lay the fact that his authority at the Patrol Station was second only to Liu Yidao's, carrying more weight than that of the other Patrol Captains.
At that moment.
Cheng Han stared at the cafeteria lady's ladle and suddenly entered a strange state of "enlightenment."
"I understand!
"There is no order or priority in the connection between spirit and body. It is a kind of profound inner resonance..."
Thoughts whirled through his mind, and his gaze became unfocused.
Seeing him standing there in a daze, the cafeteria lady urged, "Patrol Captain, please bring your tray closer. I can't reach..."
Before she could finish.
The cafeteria lady suddenly screamed.
"Ah!"
She had clearly seen several large lamb chops in the iron ladle suddenly begin to tremble.
Then.
They floated up in an eerie manner, hovering in midair.
The cafeteria lady