Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 783 - 30 A Massive Collective Action
This is the first time Wang Yunxiao has seen so many people gathered at the entrance of the Special Service Bureau.
It could honestly be described as a sea of people, stretching farther than the eye can see.
Of course, he never had the opportunity to participate in such large-scale collective actions in the past.
Last time, he was dragged into filling in the moat line and teleported directly into the zone, fighting blindly without even knowing who the enemy was, let alone having a team.
There were many squads pulled into the battle at that time, and up to now, he only knows a few squad leaders like Han Bin, Yan Yu’an, and Cheng Xuefei; he has never seen the others.
This time, it’s not just a few squads that are here; you can see elite troops from the Tiger King Army and Qilin Army just by looking, as well as the girls from the Red Lantern Society and the Qianjin Church integrated into other departments.
As for the others, Wang Yunxiao doesn’t know a single one.
The second team of the Nantong District Police Bureau Special Service Section, led by Chen Yuguang, was almost completely wiped out in the previous conflict, and less than half are now able to leave the hospital and join Wang Yunxiao here. They were utterly stunned by such a grand scene.
"Section Chief, what’s the big occasion here?"
"Nothing major."
"Don’t lie to me, would they gather so many people if nothing big was happening?"
"It’s because it’s relatively safe now that we can gather this many people."
Wang Yunxiao couldn’t understand this reasoning before, but after going through many things, he gradually came to appreciate it.
Why did the Special Service Bureau always seem to be short-staffed? Why keep the trump card hidden and not use it?
In one word: corruption and decadence.
The top three cadres in the middle management of the Special Service Bureau last year—Huo Qingyang, Qiao Hongyi, Yaoqin—are now all gone.
Is it their own problem? Of course not.
If you’re sitting in this position, the enemy isn’t a fool; they’ll certainly try everything to mess with you.
If they can’t win upfront, they play dirty tricks.
If dirty tricks don’t work, they use money and beauty to corrupt and sway.
In this position, you have to not only do your job but also be wary of these blatant and covert attacks all the time.
Some enemies have "I’m the villain" written all over their faces, but some do not.
Some of them may even seem more loyal than you most of the time, but they just find the Special Service Bureau an eyesore and look for opportunities to trip you up.
This stuff is too complicated to talk about.
It’s only now, after Tianmen City has gone through four rounds of special crackdown operations, sweeping away all the evil spirits, that the Special Service Bureau can openly convene forces from all sides.
Without having to worry about someone getting wind of it beforehand and planting a bomb of the same kind used by the headquarters of the Longevity Sect at the entrance, one that sends you straight to the afterlife.
At this moment, there’s a commotion ahead, and Wang Yunxiao looks up to see the staff of the Special Service Bureau coming out with a thick stack of papers.
"What’s this about?"
"They say it’s to fill out a survey questionnaire."
"They must be joking, calling us all here to fill out a survey questionnaire? Who even brought a pen?"
Wang Yunxiao takes the questionnaire and a pencil from the staff, quickly skimming through it.
The first part is a survey asking for personal identity information, and the latter part is a psychological test.
"Please briefly describe the difference between an apple and an orange... what’s the meaning of this, brother?"
Youtiao looks at the psychological test questions at the back, bewildered, and can’t help but ask Wang Yunxiao quietly: "Is this a test of intelligence?"
"Anchoring cognition."
Wang Yunxiao doesn’t quite understand it either, but he feels it’s probably to anchor cognition.
By answering these simple questions that seem somewhat insulting to one’s intelligence, one confirms that their cognition hasn’t been disturbed or contaminated.
"Calculate the result of 24 multiplied by 6..."
"How many seasons are there in a year, how many solar terms..."
"Do you think a pancake-fruit wrap goes well with spicy soup..."
"Write down from memory the birth name of the President..."
"Write down the full name of the Special Service Bureau..."
Wang Yunxiao quietly grabbed the staff member distributing the test papers and asked, "What do we do after we finish writing? Are they all collected for review?"
"After you finish, there will be an internal screening first. Take control of anyone who appears to be problematic."
"What counts as problematic?"
"You can tell who’s blindly scribbling at a glance."
Big brother... with such simple questions, how could anyone scribble nonsense?
Could someone really write a 500-word short essay on the necessity of soaking a pancake-fruit wrap in spicy soup?
Forget it, just write it first.
There’s no place to write here either, so everyone can only squat on the ground, writing and cursing at the same time.
The new leader of the Special Service Bureau must have a screw loose in their head.
Thankfully, the questions aren’t too complicated. Wang Yunxiao was halfway through his when he heard someone nearby asking in a low voice, "What’s the name of the President again?"
"Yuan Shijie."
"Thanks, bro."
Just as the questioner finished giving thanks and was about to start writing, he sensed an odd atmosphere around him.
Looking up, he saw a circle of people staring blankly at him.
"What’s up?"
"You don’t know who the President is?"
"Isn’t it Yuan..."
"Alright, stop writing, put your pen down and put your hands on your head!"
The surrounding people swarmed up and dragged the innocent-faced questioner away.
Not even knowing the President’s name, it was clear as day that there was something off about him.
Don’t give me that crap about ordinary people not caring about national affairs; the people summoned here today, who among them are mere civilians?
Wang Yunxiao’s forehead was sweating.
If this had been the time he first arrived after time traveling, he might not have been able to answer either.
Who would have thought the President was actually a woman.
The President’s birth name is Xu Ziwei, a name that oozes dominance. Nowadays, many people say that the President was the reincarnation of the Purple Emperor, that within ten miles of the maternity ward at the time of her birth, a purple aura lingered, indicating that she was destined to become the Emperor and change dynasties...
That’s complete nonsense.
It’s normal for girls to be named Ziwei, and back on the shores of the Great Daming Lake... Pah! I mean, there was nothing taboo about this name. In the era of the Former Dynasty, nobody could have imagined a woman ruling the world.
After completing the survey, they actually discovered four or five problematic individuals, either because they couldn’t answer basic common knowledge questions or because they started drooling and looking cross-eyed in the middle of writing.
I don’t know what’s the principle behind it.
After filling out the survey and ensuring there are no more odd characters mixed in with their team, the Special Service Bureau finally opened their doors and began to organize the various groups to enter in batches.
"Section Chief Wang Yunxiao, right?"
A Special Service Bureau staff member came up to Wang Yunxiao and handed him a sealed document bag: "Don’t open it now. You can go inside. Head to the second floor and turn left to the meeting hall."
The document bag was heavy and thick, containing more than one item. Wang Yunxiao weighed it in his hand and then asked, "How long will the meeting last? Will my people just stand out here freezing?"
The staff member smiled and said, "It won’t take too long, especially if the new leader doesn’t dilly-dally. Don’t worry about your people; we’ll bring them to the canteen to settle down first and wait for further instructions."
