I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts-Chapter 340 - 239: How Is This Possible?!

"Special Envoy Han, I’m glad to see you’re still alive."

Han Zhan looked across at the middle-aged man wearing a black gentleman’s hat and suit, just like him.

He had a small tuft of slightly curly beard and looked a bit like Sherlock Holmes.

This was also a Special Envoy of Social Level 3.

"My surname is Zeng, Zeng Buping." The other man took off his black gentleman’s hat as a greeting to Han Zhan.

"Special Envoy Zeng, why are you here?"

"Do we really have to discuss business at the front door?" Zeng Buping readjusted his hat with a helpless tone.

"Ah, no, no, no, please come in."

Han Zhan quickly stepped aside, inviting him inside.

Entering the living room, Zeng Buping glanced around and couldn’t help but sigh, "Your penthouse is very spacious."

"The lighting is good, too. I like this floor-to-ceiling window."

"This must be about one hundred and eighty square meters? To buy such a place in the city center, your family must be well off."

As Zeng Buping spoke, he sat down on the sofa and knocked on the coffee table.

"Please get me a cup of coffee, with extra sugar, thank you."

Watching the casually familiar Zeng Buping, Han Zhan could only pour him a cup.

Sipping the steaming coffee, Zeng Buping finally let out a gentle sigh.

"So, what do you want to ask?"

"... Special Envoy Zeng, why did you come looking for me?" Han Zhan repeated his question in confusion.

"Before you ask that, let me ask you, do you still remember the introduction to the identity of a Special Envoy?"

The introduction to the identity of a Special Envoy? Of course, he remembered.

"In this world, where there is light, there is shadow; where there is good, there is evil. Extreme evil or extreme good often depends on a single thought. Becoming a Special Envoy grants huge power and the responsibility to investigate unusual events within the Slaughter Battlefield."

Han Zhan recalled it in his mind.

"Could the reason you’re looking for me be an unusual event?"

"Correct, but unfortunately, there’s no prize."

Zeng Buping put down his coffee cup and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside was the bustling city, busy pedestrians and vehicles, which, from this height, looked like tiny ants.

The afternoon sun painted the opposing skyscrapers with a golden hue.

"You might have heard about the incident at the exchange this morning."

"So many troublemakers gathering to make a scene, it’s clearly an unusual event. I smell a conspiracy."

"So, you are here to investigate today’s incident at the exchange?" Han Zhan’s heart skipped a beat at his words.

If he was here to investigate the exchange, then Han Zhan could completely hand over the information about Dream Demon Frog and use the official forces to his advantage.

But before Han Zhan could voice his thoughts, Zeng Buping shook his head, dismissing the idea.

"No, the incident at the exchange is not for me to investigate; it’s for you."

After finishing his words, Zeng Buping turned around, looking at Han Zhan standing behind him.

"Special Envoy Han, this is your jurisdiction. Any unusual events happening here and any conspiracies they might hide are all for you to clarify."

Good gracious, after all that, it’s still my business?

Then why did you come? To drink coffee?

Han Zhan couldn’t help but internally retort.

Zeng Buping took out a thumb-sized U-disk from his pocket and tossed it to Han Zhan.

The latter caught it with quick reflexes.

"I’m here to test whether you have the qualifications to become a Special Envoy."

"This U-disk contains the specific content of your test."

"Take it to the computer and check it out. We still have time before the last ray of sunset disappears beyond the window."

Han Zhan gave Zeng Buping a deep look,

then he took the U-disk to his room, where the cooling fan was still emitting a "wailing" sound, seemingly ready to break down.

"Pause for now, Bob."

"Help me read this U-disk. I suspect it contains the main storyline of the Slaughter Battlefield."

As someone who had experienced many main storylines, Han Zhan wasn’t unfamiliar with this area.

The U-disk was inserted into the computer,

Little Dragon Man Bob suddenly exclaimed, followed by a gasp.

"What an enormous database. Have they included the entire archive of the Slaughter Battlefield?"

"And three pending events to analyze? These should be the issues you need to handle, right?"

As Bob finished speaking, a new window automatically popped up on the computer.

It was a folder, with three tasks Zeng Buping had prepared in advance.

Analyze events, dissect deeply, find the clues, and ascertain the truth.

These are the abilities a Special Envoy must possess.

Although Han Zhan was indeed good at combat, he was not a perfect person and had to admit there was still a gap in his investigative ability compared to real professionals.

To filter the information needed from such a massive data flow, identify those with logical contradictions, and deduce the truth of the matter.

If it were just Han Zhan alone, it would really be challenging.

But.

"That easy?" Little Dragon Man Bob’s voice resounded again.

"These tasks are way too easy. Obviously, number 36 is the criminal, right? With just a hundred suspects, isn’t it easy to identify the culprit?"

"And this task, even simpler, this unusual event has a more than 84.375% overlap with the timeline events a hundred and ten years ago, fifty-seven years ago, and thirty-two years ago."

"Easy, easy—"

Bob deliberately extended his voice in the room.

Han Zhan looked at the computer where the three difficult tasks had been solved in just a few minutes, completing the thoughts he had wanted to say earlier.

However, he had Bob, this bug-level Intelligent Mechanical Life.

Can the human brain and a smart brain even be compared in the same league?

Han Zhan shook his head, pulled out the U-disk, and pushed the door open to walk out.

In the living room, Zeng Buping was still drinking coffee.

The freshly brewed coffee was a bit too hot, so he drank it slowly.

After just a few sips, he saw Han Zhan walking out of the room.

Zeng Buping’s face showed a naturally expected smile.

Actually, this U-disk was a special "ceremony" after becoming a Special Envoy,

where the senior Special Envoy would select three exceptionally difficult unusual events to give the junior a bit of investigative shock.

It is both a ceremony and a handover, and a tradition.

"All solved?" Zeng Buping put down his cup and asked with a smile.

"Yes, all solved."

"It’s not expected to be solved, in fact, these three unusual events are very hard for our Specia..."

Zeng Buping stopped mid-sentence suddenly.

He jerked his head up, looking at Han Zhan standing there. "What did you just say?"

"Special Envoy Zeng, the three unusual events in the U-disk you gave me, I’ve already solved them."

With a clang,

it was the sound of Zeng Buping’s leg hitting the table corner.

"How is this possible?!"