Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 872 - 119 It’s Little Gourd’s Turn Now

The original plan was to take Eldest Miss Li out to have some fun, but due to Li Ya’s poor health, the plan had to be postponed.

As the year-end approaches, the workload at the police station is only increasing.

In addition to leading the team in studying the work manual together, the trivial issues at the Special Service Section keep coming endlessly.

Most of these are disputes between neighbors. It’s the holiday season—some people are preparing to make dumplings, while others don’t even have food on the table, so it’s inevitable that all kinds of problems arise.

Wang Yunxiao and Little Gourd spent an entire week stuck in the office writing paperwork, leaving them dizzy and drained.

There’s no other way. If the boss doesn’t handle these things personally and lets the team write them, the results are garbage, and in the end, you’ll still have to revise it yourself.

But there’s no avoiding these tasks. Nowadays, the work process is standardized—cases require evidence and records. No longer can they be handled loosely and muddled through like in the past.

Not that Wang Yunxiao’s team muddles through things.

When these schedules and regulations were established, they were aimed at addressing the lowest aspects of human nature.

For example, the rule against euthanasia. Viewed positively, it’s meant to provide relief for terminally ill patients. But on the flip side, once the door is opened to that, you won’t be the one deciding whether it’s truly "peaceful."

Another example is violent law enforcement—when criminals are stubbornly unyielding, sometimes you need to apply methods to make them recognize the situation. While Wang Yunxiao personally hasn’t abused violence, some other "Detectives" might beat confessions out of suspects just to meet their KPIs.

Such matters lack clear, objective standards and can only be implemented as blanket rules.

The Supervision Bureau and Secretary Bureau each assigned a staff member to establish a "Inspection Section" at the Nantong District branch, assuming roles as its chief and deputy chief.

At noon, Wang Yunxiao chatted with Huang Zhen about this during lunch. Huang Zhen chuckled and said the Supervision Bureau harbored plenty of grievances but couldn’t do anything about it.

Among the newly established departments of the new government, the Supervision Bureau’s functions resembled the Imperial Censorate of the Former Dynasty, tasked with overseeing officials. The new Supervision Bureau chief was ambitious, trying to prove their competence.

Instead of gaining recognition, they ended up embarrassing themselves.

In a world crawling with superhumans and uncanny phenomena, where monsters roam freely, a mundane department relying only on human flesh and blood to investigate unspeakable secrets is bound to meet a predictable fate.

During the fourth special crackdown operation, the Supervision Bureau itself became a key target for reform, undergoing a complete overhaul from top to bottom. Aside from the nameplate, the department is essentially different from what it originally was.

Such comprehensive overhauls may resolve issues to some extent but also result in functional paralysis.

Now, the newborn Supervision Bureau resembles a baby learning to walk, needing the Special Service Bureau to hold its hand to move forward.

The newly formed "Inspection Section" primarily deals with public complaints and disciplinary matters within the bureau.

If it gets on track, workers like Wang Yunxiao cutting corners and slacking off will certainly face harsh criticism.

But for now, they don’t have the confidence to enforce anything.

Last night, there were two new murder cases, one involving mysterious elements. Apparently, an old lady next door had been sticking pins into a voodoo doll for three months, and then the five-year-old child from the neighboring family tripped over a threshold and hit his head hard, dying instantly.

Such cases used to be written off as accidents, but nowadays, one must consider whether the old lady might actually know a thing or two.

Cases of this level are handed over to Chen Yuguang to handle; if anything suspicious is found, Wang Yunxiao can still lead a team to take action.

The reason those horror and supernatural novels are so terrifying is often because the protagonist doesn’t call the police, or the police arrive but can’t solve the problem.

Now with the Special Service Section in existence, the breeding ground for such horror scenarios no longer exists.

It’s like in the later generations, when surveillance networks and security systems blanket everywhere—thieves and robbers naturally disappear from the market. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

They turn to tourism in Myanmar...

After a full day’s work, Wang Yunxiao stood at the window rubbing his sore shoulders for a moment’s rest, only to spot Chen Yan outside the station entrance with Youtiao, blushing as she sneaked a lunchbox into Youtiao’s hands.

Hah, these two... Tsk tsk tsk.

Working together during the day, and still throwing dog food at others in the evening.

Little Gourd walked over to the window, glancing in the same direction as Wang Yunxiao, startled. "It’s dumplings, isn’t it? I heard Chen Yan mention in the morning that her mom made pork and cabbage dumplings for her to bring tonight. I remember her mom used to... honestly look down on us. Now that she knows Brother Youtiao works at the police station, her attitude has changed so fast."

"Of course. Before, what were we even worth? Not even a dog would spare us a glance. Her mom recognizing us now would have been a ghost story."

Wang Yunxiao smirked and turned to find Little Gourd staring at him meaningfully.

"Big Brother, I’m not trying to stir things up, but Eldest Miss Li... I don’t suppose she’d ever bring you lunch, would she?"

"Do I need her to bring me food?"

Wang Yunxiao couldn’t even begin to imagine Li Mumu shyly carrying a lunchbox over to him like that.

She’d simply say: "Eat out. Find a good restaurant."

And then she’d pay.

Does Li Mumu know how to cook?

Honestly, anyone who knows how to eat knows how to cook; it’s just a matter of willingness.

He Lan, on the other hand, belongs to the category of people who neither know how to eat nor cook. The meals she sent before were all store-bought, purely for the sake of cultivating a "virtuous" image.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, Little Gourd chimed in: "Big Brother, if you want dumplings, I can make them for you!"

"You?"

Wang Yunxiao cast a skeptical glance at Little Gourd.

Little Gourd met his gaze head-on, mustered her courage, and earnestly declared, "If Li Mumu won’t make dumplings for you, I can!"

"Why are you competing with her for no reason?"

Wang Yunxiao responded helplessly, "Can’t you settle down for a bit? Isn’t the workload already enough for you?"

"Just tell me if you want to eat or not."

"No."

"Liar!"

As someone in the role of an Advisor, Little Gourd had honed her skills in reading expressions and body language. She locked eyes with Wang Yunxiao and snorted coldly: "Big Brother, you hesitated just now. You clearly want to eat, but you’re afraid I’d misunderstand, so you ultimately chose to refuse."

"In fact, you’re not fully devoted to Li Mumu, are you? You’re still thinking about He Lan! You want her to make dumplings for you!"

"What you think is one thing; what you actually choose is another."

With a serious face, Wang Yunxiao replied, "I just like Li Mumu. I’ve been clear with He Lan; she still doesn’t want to let go. Do you expect me to kill her?"

"Then what about me?"

Little Gourd asked loudly, "Why do you only see me as a little sister? We don’t even share blood ties. It’s one thing not to measure up to Eldest Miss Li, but how am I any worse than He Lan?"

She...

"Just because her... chest is bigger?"

"Don’t talk nonsense!"