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Chapter 88 [87] A Heart Ultimately Has Warmth, The Gateway to Another World

Six o'clock in the evening.

The darkness completely swallowed the light.

The first round of investigation was over.

The result was neither good nor bad.

A total of thirty-six civilians had witnessed the strange shadow, of which seven had tried to bluff their way through but were caught and violently beaten by the official iron fist.

The city construction department under the Council Hall had thoroughly isolated the ward and urgently erected a row of sturdy tents at the entrance of Zhengqi Ward, also delivering a batch of furniture.

The tents had complete heating equipment; although it was as cold as an ice cave outside, the inside of the tents was warm.

Apart from the poor sound insulation, the rest was not much different from a house.

It was not surprising that the Patrol Department, a powerful department in Qinglin City, had such extraordinary treatment.

Several patrol officers gathered in one of the tents, discussing the matter just now in low voices.

"Old Liang, how are your students doing?"

"Let me put it this way, they are much better than wooden stakes; at least the kid can move, the wooden stakes can't."

"Haha, no one in the entire Sixth Outpost speaks more harshly than you."

"My students are about the same, completely useless; the key is that there is only a month, so I don't even have the idea of training them."

"By the way, Old Sun, isn't Cheng Han following you? How is he performing?"

With this sentence, everyone's eyes locked on Sun Zhonghui.

This veteran patrol officer said frankly: "I think I'm just Cheng Han's sidekick; he can handle the patrol work alone, and doesn't need my help at all."

A group of patrol officers immediately caused an uproar.

"Impossible, right? You are the most experienced patrol officer in the outpost,"

"Cheng Han is indeed powerful, but patrol work relies more on experience; how could he be better than you?"

Sun Zhonghui's old face did not have a trace of expression: "Do I need to lie to you?"

He narrated two examples, one was Cheng Han smelling the fragrance, and the other was him seeing through people's hearts and catching the bluffer.

With detailed cases, the patrol officers then believed Sun Zhonghui's words.

One patrol officer couldn't help but sigh: "Such a student is truly a monster!"

A group of people all nodded.

"Woof! Woof!"

The bark of the spirit mastiff suddenly rang out.

Another patrol officer laughed: "I'm really hungry now; the cafeteria is too slow; they finally delivered dinner."

Everyone swarmed out and entered the large tent that served as the cafeteria.

A small cart was pushed in, filled with steaming boxed lunches and two golden-brown roasted whole sheep.

The latter attracted everyone's attention.

"The food tonight is not bad!"

"It's been a long time since I've had roasted whole sheep."

Even a group of students showed full expectation.

This was precisely the outpost's internal written rule: whenever performing field missions, the diet must be much better than usual, which was considered a reward for the patrol officers.

Soon.

The boxed lunches were distributed one by one.

But no one touched the roasted whole sheep.

Several veteran patrol officers stepped forward with knives and began to divide the mutton.

This was not a written rule.

But an unwritten rule.

The best parts of the meat usually belonged to the patrol captain, and the remaining parts were distributed according to seniority and merit; this was a very fair practice.

Long Xingyun suddenly ordered: "Leave a good piece for Cheng Han."

Sun Zhonghui responded and personally cut off a large piece of lamb chop and sent it to Cheng Han.

No one had any objections to this scene.

Xiong Yuan, Kang Ziyan, and others, looking at the scraps in their plates, with more bones than meat, once again deeply realized that "the difference between people is too great."

Without a doubt, they were at the bottom of the food chain in this tent.

Of course.

If they returned to school, they would transform again and become the top tier, able to brag to their classmates about "eating roasted whole sheep at the Patrol Department back then", and still reap a large wave of envious eyes.

*

After dinner.

Cheng Han took the initiative to volunteer: "Patrol Captain, I want to participate in guarding the strange shadow."

A group of people's eyes instantly gathered over.

Some admired him.

Some looked at him like an idiot.

Long Xingyun was stunned for a moment: "Guarding the strange shadow has a certain degree of danger; you are a newcomer, there is no need to do this."

According to the rules, every official patrol officer needed to guard the strange shadow for three hours, taking turns in order.

Cheng Han looked calm: "I just want to do my best."

This was a legitimate opportunity to study the strange, how could he miss it?

Long Xingyun considered for a moment and nodded: "Alright!"

He paused and added: "You are the most outstanding student I have ever seen."

A group of people all nodded.

Cheng Han modestly said: "You flatter me."

At this moment.

Long Xingyun privately felt that if he were to rate the students of No. 15 Middle School, the performance of other students could be given a negative score, because they caused more trouble than they helped.

But Cheng Han's performance was enough to get ten times the full score.

His individual achievement was enough to make No. 15 Middle School as a whole be rated as excellent.

*

Late at night.

Cheng Han and Long Xingyun replaced the other two patrol officers.

At this time, Miss Nightingale had taken the medicine and had fallen into a coma, which avoided Cheng Han's embarrassment.

She was lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, and one could still see the curves that made people daydream, no wonder the previous philandering man generously provided double funding.

After a while.

Long Xingyun suddenly asked a question: "I am very curious, why are you so actively dealing with the strange?"

On the first day of "work", he took the initiative to request to go to the strange scene, and also took the initiative to request to participate in the rotation; this was something that most adults could not do.

Cheng Han was silent for a moment, and said softly: "I live in Shanyi Ward, and there is a neighbor next door called 'Zhang Dashan'…"

He told a long story.

It was also a story about joys and sorrows.

When Zhang Dashan was young, his father encountered a strange event on a cold winter day, and his bones were never found. In great sorrow, he developed a stutter.

When Zhang Dashan was middle-aged, he cut firewood in the wild and unfortunately encountered a "strange tree", and had an arm bitten off, making it extremely difficult to make a living from then on.

Even his two children, because they rarely ate meat, actually stood outside Cheng Han's house, secretly smelling the aroma of roasted meat to satisfy their hunger.

One can imagine how complicated Zhang Dashan's heart must have been when he learned about this.

Although it was just a straightforward narrative, without any artistic processing, these facts themselves were enough to be touching.

Long Xingyun rarely showed a dim look: "This family is indeed too bitter."

Cheng Han's tone fluctuated: "Why are there so many strange things in this world? Everything has a reason, what is the reason for the strange?"

He was not a hero who advocated "the great hero", but a heart ultimately has warmth, and he could not turn a blind eye to the Zhang Dashan family's experience.

And another reason was to establish a persona - a teenager who tirelessly studies the strange.

Long Xingyun remained silent, but secretly gave Cheng Han several labels in his heart:

An ambitious young man with a compassionate heart.

And some idealism.

Starting from this motivation, his behavior was completely logical.

Subsequently.

The two were speechless to each other.

The room was surrounded by silence.

Cheng Han stared at Miss Nightingale, pretending to be in a daze, and silently said: "Analyze the strange shadow."

The coolness was like a tide.

The mental value plummeted.

He had stayed in the room for a long time, which was itself an activity to establish relevance; the longer the time, the stronger the relevance with the strange shadow.

Therefore, the deduction was very smooth.

The information flow was particularly rapid, and the information density was also quite high.

Unfortunately, the essence of the strange shadow was too high, and the All-Knowing Eye did not analyze it, but it analyzed a lot of knowledge. The results showed that the strange shadow was something formed based on "Eternal Night Darkness".

This was a new word.

It was also the foundation of a new system.

He vaguely had a premonition that this word itself was extremely high-end knowledge.

Cheng Han once again silently said: "Learn from 'Eternal Night Darkness' and deduce the True Flame Remnant Seal."

The nature of Eternal Night Darkness had certain similarities with Netherlight, and Netherlight was a part of the True Flame Remnant Seal, so it could naturally be used for reference.

After a few breaths.

The core structure of the remnant seal had grown a little more.

Feedback followed: "True Flame Remnant Seal, completeness 14.89%."

A piece of information followed: "Proficiency +84, current proficiency is 1374/3000, mental value is 26.4/34.4."

The completeness of the remnant seal increased by 1.21%.

The upper limit of mental value increased by 0.3 points.

Cheng Han was immediately delighted.

He had a new understanding of Netherlight, and his combat effectiveness at night had also increased a lot.

For example:

Using the Leap of Radiance at night, no, it should be said 'Leap of Netherlight', the jumping distance increased by about 30%, which was not a small margin.

Cheng Han thought of one thing and asked intentionally or unintentionally: "You mentioned just now that someone died in previous strange shadow incidents, how did they die?"

In the analysis just now, the All-Knowing Eye gave a deduction based on existing knowledge - the strange shadow may be a "portal", and behind the door may be another world.

Long Xingyun replied casually: "They were swallowed by the strange shadow, and their bones were never found."

Cheng Han's heart instantly surged with stormy waves.

This was not swallowing!

The deduction was correct!

Behind the door was another world!

Just then.

A sudden change occurred.

"Ah~"

Miss Nightingale suddenly let out a scream and woke up from her sleep.

Her face was filled with great fear: "Mr. Patrol Officer, there is something desperately pulling me, please save me!"

After saying that, she jumped off the bed.

The shadow under this woman's feet was actually wriggling non-stop, as if it had come to life.

Cheng Han heard the word "pulling" and his heart "thumped".

Was this the portal to another world about to open?

Thanks to 'Little Town Book Ghost' for the reward!