Trickster Hunter

Chapter 135 Things outside the window

"Then what do you think, Pangu who created the world, Gonggong who angered Buzhou Mountain, and Xingtian who danced with strength..." Zhulong continued, "Are they gods or humans?"

"I am an atheist." Sun Hang replied.

"In your eyes, can those primitive monsters that are so powerful that they are unimaginable be called gods?"

"Why not?"

"Aren't you an atheist?"

"'God' is just a code name, just like 'Sun Hang' and 'Zhulong'. It has no special meaning to me." Sun Hang smiled slyly, "I just don't believe in those artificially created things. Just a religious idol."

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Tianfu City, Anomaly Investigation Bureau.

Although the Longyan Barrier incident has ended, Yin Xiang, who has just become a full-time employee, cannot take any time off at all - although the five times the overtime pay of a full-time investigator is indeed very good, the work intensity is fully worthy of this amount.

Yin Xiang hadn't closed his eyes for almost two days and two nights. He glanced at the strong coffee in the cup, which was as bitter as traditional Chinese medicine. He couldn't help but sigh... Drinking coffee to refresh himself no longer had much effect. He felt that his eyelids The bag was as heavy as two lead balls, and the irresistible weight was pulling his eyelids down all the time.

Yin Xiang couldn't help but think of a meme he had seen online before: a group of "cows and horses" working desperately overtime, so busy that they didn't even have time to drink coffee to refresh themselves. There was an infusion pole standing next to each person, filled with infusion bags. The strong coffee was injected directly into the veins of these "cows and horses" with a needle.

Yin Xiang felt that maybe he should just find a syringe and inject the espresso liquid directly into his blood vessels - if he burped, that would be a relief.

"Team leader... do you want to continue sifting through this pile of documents tonight?" Yin Xiang gestured with the palm of his hand at the piles of documents on the table that were taller than the computer screen, and shouted weakly.

"Of course! The Disaster Management Committee is in a hurry to use it!" said a middle-aged man with heavy dark circles under his eyes. The ashtray in front of him was already filled with cigarette butts, and a choking smoke floated throughout the office. The smell is difficult to dissipate.

Yin Xiang originally thought that the official investigator's job was to track down traces of those irrational things in the streets or in the wilderness. No matter how difficult it was, he should also visit and investigate among the crowd to search for those clues... But he didn't do anything. It occurred to me that the first task after becoming a full-time employee was to sort out this massive amount of documents and files.

Is this job...different from the lowest-level office clerks on the city management committee?

Is there any?

Probably... there is, right?

Yin Xiang comforted himself in his heart. At least, those at the level of office clerks would not have access to these "confidential files".

These files were left over decades ago when computers were not yet commonplace. They record all the sightings and contact records of strange objects, or suspected strange objects, in Shuzhou and surrounding areas.

The Bureau of Investigation spent a lot of manpower to collect these things from the archives of various cities, counties, and towns in Shuzhou and transported them here.

Some of these files are even older than Yin Xiang's great-great-grandfather. The paper covered with holes is yellow and brittle. If you don't pay attention, it will immediately break into powder. For this, Yin Xiang has been criticized several times by the team leader. times.

"A strange object that has the ability to fly or stay in the air for a short period of time, moves extremely fast, weighs between eight and ten tons, and emits a bright white light at night..." Yin Xiang silently recited the target he was looking for while moving a piece of I sorted out the old files I had just looked through and carefully put them into a special file box.

These files are very valuable information. According to the original words of the director of the Investigation Bureau, taking advantage of this opportunity, the bureau can also digitize all the paper files accumulated in Shuzhou over the past century - in Yin Xiang's office Beside the table, a dozen filing boxes of the same style have been piled up. In a short while, someone will send these boxes to the filing room on the basement floor.

The leader said these words easily, but in practice, the workload cannot be described as terrifying - it is like a group of little kids sitting in the sandpit building sandcastles with plastic buckets and toy shovels, and suddenly a person comes running over It's like letting these little brats rebuild the Great Wall again.

To put it nicely, this is called overestimating one's capabilities; to put it worse, it is pure stupidity.

"Huh... It seems like I'm not the worst off." Yin Xiang yawned, "Those guys who are responsible for entering files have a much heavier workload than me..."

Yin Xiang estimated that if he didn't die suddenly, he would have at most one week to finish reading these files... But if those people in the archives want to digitize all these files, I'm afraid In the next few months, I can only stare at the computer screen and type furiously on the keyboard.

Those recent printed documents can also be entered using scanners, but the vast majority of handwritten documents really need to be manually entered into the computer system word by word...

Yin Xiang's scalp feels numb just thinking about it.

"Everyone, hold on a little longer." The team leader clapped his hands and said to the dozen or so investigators in the office who were working hard, "There is still half an hour until twelve o'clock. Then we will give everyone four hours of rest time. Let’s solve the problem of eating and have a good sleep - comrades, you can rest assured that no matter how late we work overtime, there will be hot meals waiting for us in the cafeteria.”

"Hot meals? They are hot pre-made meal packs, right?" Yin Xiang couldn't help complaining in his heart.

Four hours of sleep time, this is simply a joke... They are just ordinary people, not infected people like hunters. If they continue to do this, I'm afraid someone will die suddenly.

Yin Xiang couldn't help but regret it... If I had known earlier, I would have insisted that Sun Hang turn me into an infected person...

Thinking of Sun Hang, he gritted his teeth again - this guy ran to Chunming City to enjoy himself, but he left a mess and asked them to clean up his ass. The key is that he has to clean up this ass day and night for several days...

"Sun Hang, Sun Hang, you said you witnessed some broken white shadows... It would be better if you went out a few seconds later..."

Just as Yin Xiang was working and complaining, he seemed to see something flashing past the window in a trance.

He suddenly shuddered, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

"Team...Team leader?" Yin Xiang shouted in a trembling voice.