Qin Yu finally recounted everything he had experienced in this incident in its entirety.
After finishing his account, Qin Yu added one more sentence.
"Before this incident, I’d never had such an experience. And after it, all those sensations completely vanished.
Director, please believe me..."
Qin Yu grew anxious, already regretting having revealed the truth.
But Zhuang Duanyang raised his hand.
"Don’t worry. I believe you."
Zhuang Duanyang took out his phone and dialed a number.
The call was answered almost immediately.
"Hey, Old Zhuang, wasn’t this already settled?"
"Yes, it’s settled, but there might be some things you’d find interesting. Can you send someone over?"
There was a brief silence on the other end before the reply came.
"Alright, I’ll send someone."
"Good. These things are only within your expertise."
After hanging up, Zhuang Duanyang turned to Qin Yu, speaking softly to reassure him.
"Don’t worry about me thinking you’re insane.
Let me give you some background. There are many secrets in this world that ordinary people can’t comprehend—or perhaps just science that hasn’t been explained yet. Like what you encountered.
Our country has had a special department since its founding. They aren’t listed in any public records, but they exist, and they’ve been protecting this nation all along."
Hearing this, Qin Yu abruptly stood up.
"Could it be... the legendary 749 Bureau?!"
"What 749 Bureau? That’s just nonsense for kids. They’re called Yan Huang Awakening. How’s that for patriotic?"
He paused, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.
"If I hadn’t stumbled upon a tricky case back then, I wouldn’t have known these guys existed either.
Anyway, stop overthinking it."
Zhuang Duanyang relaxed his posture, waving a hand dismissively.
"Once the Yan Huang Awakening people arrive, you’ll understand."
—System: Even the most meticulous calculations can’t achieve perfection. Just as Zhuge Liang couldn’t extend his life at Wuzhang Plains—
As Xu Haoming had predicted, the second round of the provincial competition was postponed to the following week.
The reason given was to accommodate the psychological state of the competing students.
Though incidents like this were rare, the competition committee wanted to avoid further issues.
Especially since the experimental school was still under lockdown.
So, naturally, the Guangba team rested for the night before returning to Yangcheng on Sunday.
Because of the incident, Director Huang also granted everyone an extra day off.
After all, they were all promising competitors—they deserved proper rest.
Lying in bed, Lin Mo sensed the spiritual mark he’d placed on Qin Yu.
Qin Yu had been at the police station the whole time.
Though it wasn’t exactly convenient, he had to stay to resolve the matter.
After a moment’s thought, Lin Mo glanced at Tong Dong, asleep in the adjacent bed.
He raised a hand, releasing a wisp of spiritual energy to deepen Tong Dong’s slumber.
Then, he made his way to the Pengcheng Police Station.
But when he swept the area with his spiritual sense, he noticed something unusual.
Qin Yu was lying on a table, with two people standing on either side of him.
They were discussing something.
"Officer Qin, please don’t resist. If you struggle subconsciously during the mind-dive, it could cause irreversible brain damage—you might end up a vegetable in seconds."
Qin Yu paled at the warning.
"Is this really necessary?"
The woman who mentioned the mind-dive wore glasses, her hair a chaotic mess of faded colors, like a discolored lizard.
"Relax, it’s just a joke. But if you resist, the mind-dive will take a lot more effort, so I need your cooperation."
With that, the punk-styled woman pressed a hand against Qin Yu’s head.
Ten seconds later, she suddenly withdrew, gasping for breath.
The other person—a cold-faced man in a suit—promptly asked, "Well?"
The woman seemed to be processing something before blurting out, "Holy shit, this is insane."
She grabbed a stack of reports from the table, flipping through them rapidly.
They were medical assessments of the injuries.
"This guy can communicate telepathically and control metal. It’s like Professor X and Magneto combined."
She looked almost manic.
But the suit-wearing man simply pulled out a notebook and jotted something down.
"Multiple abilities, then? The telepathy seems limited to communication—no direct mind control. As for metal manipulation, it’s probably not too advanced either, or he could’ve just made them shoot each other."
At this point, Qin Yu sat up from the table.
Timidly, he raised a hand.
"Actually... the impression I got was that he could’ve wiped them out instantly. But he needed a solution that wouldn’t draw attention."
Hearing this, the previously expressionless man’s eyes flickered with interest.
"Good point."
He added another note.
"Low-key, avoids unnecessary attention, non-lethal. Threat level assessed as E. Recommend further contact."
After recording his thoughts, the man put away the notebook and handed Qin Yu a business card.
"That concludes our investigation. If he contacts you again, mention Yan Huang Awakening. We could use someone like him for the nation’s cause."
Qin Yu took the card hesitantly. "What if he doesn’t reach out?"
The man stayed silent.
The punk woman laughed. "Then don’t bother calling us."
They packed up their things, taking the documents with them as they headed for the door.
Only after they left did Zhuang Duanyang walk in, patting Qin Yu’s shoulder reassuringly.
"Alright, don’t dwell on it. Go get some rest. No matter what, you’re still the hero of our Third Criminal Division, understand?"
Qin Yu still felt a sense of loss.
But he didn’t think he’d done anything wrong.
He knew he couldn’t handle the weight of being a "hero."
That’s why he’d confessed—because keeping it hidden might have led him down a darker path.
Zhuang Duanyang walked over.
"Relax. I’ve already spoken to the higher-ups about your situation. Your integrity impressed them. You can accept this honor with a clear conscience."
"Thank you, Director." Qin Yu still seemed dazed.
Outside the police station, Lin Mo withdrew his gaze.
Qin Yu’s exposure wasn’t a big deal.
It just meant one less safeguard.
But now, Lin Mo was far more intrigued by Yan Huang Awakening.
So this world did have its share of hidden wonders after all.
Yan Huang Awakening, huh?
Interesting.
Lin Mo hovered mid-air, tailing the two who had just left the station.
They got into a car and drove straight to the hospital.
Seemed they planned to interrogate those Southeast Asian thugs next.
Lin Mo wanted to witness the mind-dive for himself.
How different was it from soul-searching?
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