Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 851 - 98: The Special Service Section Officially Gets on Track

Director Qin’s tea wasn’t drunk for nothing.

Returning from the bureau, Wang Yunxiao had a thick stack of documents in hand and a pile of new tasks on his plate.

Most of the documents were work-related files issued by the bureau, including the annual work summary report, disciplinary regulations, and the operations manual.

At last, this had finally been approved—a formalized system to manage and discipline police officers and special agents.

Wang Yunxiao had heard about this document long ago, but it had faced repeated delays, undergoing numerous approvals and revisions.

The usual points like adhering to laws, refraining from indulging in vice, emphasizing discipline, and promoting a strong work ethos—all those were old, tired topics.

The real sticking points lay in the sections on "job responsibility delineation" and "risk prevention for unforeseen incidents."

Simply put, it was a question of what kind of situation should be classified as special and warrant intervention by the Special Service Section.

And how to specifically deal with issues such as "Otherworld transmigrators," "cultural and religious differences between Foreign Clans," and the like.

In the past, things were dealt with in a rather crude and straightforward manner—there wasn’t much of a choice. You might want to reason with them, but those supernatural creatures wouldn’t grant you the luxury of reasoning.

Any system of rules and regulations is built upon a foundation of widespread societal consensus.

Take the matter of relationships, for example. The old times had their norms, and the new era has its own rules. The Sea People’s customs differ entirely from those of land dwellers. If you don’t rough them up until they comply, why would they follow your rules?

Only after you’ve beaten those supernatural beings into submission and proven that your fists are the strongest and hardest will they be willing to sit peacefully and discuss the rules.

When you refuse to fire the first shot, only then will they put down their guns and cannons, pick up sticks, and show off their talents.

The operations manual categorizes "special incidents" into three levels based on their severity and impact.

Level One incidents are minor public safety issues, covering traditional folklore practices like shamanistic rituals, offerings to Immortal Families, stabbing voodoo dolls, fortune-telling, and feng shui consultations. As long as they don’t result in casualties, police officers can handle these themselves without support from the Special Service Section.

Level Two incidents can be summed up as "anomalous phenomena." Examples include a few bored individuals finding an ancient journal to study, only to then die mysteriously in sequence; or a strange old man suddenly appearing at the school gates, causing students to vanish mysteriously; or mental patients escaping from psych wards and obsessively hunting down young girls wearing red hair clips...

When encountering these phenomena that clearly exceed normal understanding, the Special Service Section needs to step in.

Level Three incidents are defined as "non-natural disasters," which are self-explanatory. These occur when major disasters are determined to have human factors or influences from Extraordinary Powers. Such events must be reported to the Special Service Bureau, which will coordinate multi-departmental joint operations to resolve the crisis.

Alongside clarifying work responsibilities, internal oversight was also enhanced.

The Supervision Bureau increased its surveillance efforts, auditing cases handled by the Special Service Section to prevent incidents like breaking into someone’s house to steal millions from a safe or raiding an arsenal and stockpiling weapons and ammunition privately.

In the past, there was no solution—it was akin to expecting a donkey to grind the mill without feeding it. What were they supposed to run on—nuclear power?

In the eyes of certain moral Saints, fat people are inflated by a single breath, pyramids are built within a day, loyalty and morale can be boosted with the press of a button, and legal provisions can be disseminated to the entire nation without delay.

Talk is cheap; mana is boundless.

But now everything was supposed to go on the right track.

Of course, that also meant the Special Service Section would have to deal with mountains of paperwork moving forward. They absolutely needed to consider hiring staff to handle internal affairs.

Manpower shortage remained a persistent issue.

Nowadays, just being capable of handling paperwork made one a talent—not to mention someone qualified to manage the Special Service Section’s classified files without contamination. That would be a rare, elite talent.

Wang Yunxiao was deeply troubled.

Not only about where to recruit internal affairs staff.

But also about the pile of assignments that Qin Xiangdong had dumped on him.

The New Year was approaching. Some people would enjoy family reunions, but for others, that wasn’t a given.

Take the breakup of the Red Lantern Society and Qianjin Church—how well would those aunties and sisters reintegrate into their daily lives? Would they face family conflicts or struggles in adapting to normal life?

It sounded like trivial matters, but if you ignored them, they might evolve into public security hazards.

Section Chief Wang, surely you don’t want a call disrupting your dumplings and liquor on New Year’s Eve, forcing you to work overtime?

Wang Yunxiao definitely didn’t want that.

So, what should he do? Of course, you can’t leave all your holiday homework until the last day.

Preventative measures had to be taken early.

Speaking of which... he did know of a potential safety hazard.

It was none other than the Qianjin Church’s secret mobile unit—the Silent Speakers.

Back then, Veronica had mentioned arranging for them to work as blind massage therapists, and Wang Yunxiao had thought there was no real future in that.

That wasn’t a profession a regular citizen could afford, let alone one capable of supporting dozens of mouths.

You might as well open a barbershop and sell membership cards—that’d still be more profitable.

Assuming you overlooked the issue of customer trust.

Later, Li Mumu had told Wang Yunxiao that instead of blind massage, why not open a bakery or deli? At least the cookies and sausages made by the church tasted pretty good.

But... Wang Yunxiao had completely forgotten about it.

There was no helping it. After the sudden world-line convergence incident blew up, with people being arrested left and right, he barely had time to touch the ground—how could he possibly remember?

Feeling both nervous and uneasy, Wang Yunxiao made a call to Veronica to inquire about the situation with the Silent Speaker nuns.

"I don’t know either..."

"What do you mean you don’t know?"

"I’m busy, and you’re busy too, man. And besides, aren’t you forgetting most of them can’t even talk? They certainly can’t make phone calls."

Damn it, this was practically a dark comedy straight out of Hell.

The Silent Speaker nuns weren’t all mute, nor did their disabilities stem from innate talents or extreme religious zealotry.

Some were mute, a minority were deaf-mute, and most were blind. Those unlucky enough to suffer all three rarely lived to this age.

They had their own silent mode of communication within their ranks.

When the church disbanded them, they were allocated a significant subsidy payment—a generous amount that, barring indulgence in high-class debauchery, was more than sufficient to cover living expenses.

When Wang Yunxiao followed the address Veronica had provided, he found that they had already set up shop across from the new school campus.

A decent storefront, no interior renovations—just a sign with four simple black-on-white characters: "Blind Massage."

As for whether business was good or not... this street had just been renovated, the students hadn’t moved in yet, and none of the storefronts were open for business. There wasn’t a single living soul on the street—it was the literal definition of "a ghost town."

As Wang Yunxiao approached the entrance, he spotted Mu Yuming grimacing in pain and rubbing his back as he stumbled out.

The moment their eyes met, the atmosphere froze solid.