When Ai Ting returned to her office, she checked the time again.

It's five o'clock sharp, and there's still half an hour before the crucial case report.

She turned on her computer, pulled out all the case files and information, and familiarized herself with them again to avoid any mistakes when reporting.

Although no one is more familiar with these things than her, once a big boss suddenly asks a question, it will be embarrassing if she can't answer it.

There were also people from “higher levels” who came to listen to the report.

Above the Municipal Criminal Investigation Bureau is the State Criminal Investigation Department, commonly known as the Criminal Division. However, Wutong City is a city directly under the Qingmang Kingdom and is at the same level as the state. There is no Criminal Investigation Department above it. Above it is the National Criminal Investigation Department, commonly known as the Criminal Investigation Department.

Has the Ministry of Punishment sent people? Let me tell you, the discovery of supernatural crimes is definitely a historic breakthrough!

Although she looks cold on the outside, Ai Ting is still proud on the inside.

Meng Fei escaped from death, and the clones searched for files, and then died unexpectedly, and the body disappeared inexplicably, and went to the Yunshen rooftop...

She went over every detail of the incident over and over again.

Meng Fei was clearly beaten to the point of death by the replica version of Meng Fei, so why did he come back to life intact again?

Without being able to clearly state that he has the ability to regenerate blood at any time, it is really not easy to justify it.

But she had prepared a perfect set of logic. All that was left was to think about what the top bosses might want to throw at her.

"Dudu..."

Just ten minutes after she sat down and before she could finish reviewing the case file, her "Goddess App" rang.

The Goddess app is a set of software installed on a mobile phone, somewhat similar to WeChat. It has all-inclusive functions including communication.

It’s just that everyone has WeChat, and most of the time it’s for personal matters.

The Goddess app is used for office and communication purposes within the system and can only be used by state employees.

She opened her phone and clicked on it. It was a message from her immediate boss, Director Zheng.

"Come to conference room 8."

This conference room happened to be reserved by her for case reports, so it would be a good idea to prepare it in advance. As expected, the director also attaches great importance to this matter.

But when she arrived at the conference room, she found that the situation was a bit unexpected.

In addition to the director, there was an old man in the conference room.

A very old man. His face was full of ravines, his beard was white, and his head was shiny, Mediterranean, and bald.

But around the top of his head, he had an artist's white hair that was curled like waves, hanging down on the back of his head and reaching the round collar of the strange brown robe he wore.

A silver necklace hangs on his chest, and an eye-catching silver scale badge hangs on the end of the necklace.

Brown robe with a round collar? Silver scales? Isn’t this the dress of the goddess priests who sold “spiritual water” everywhere in the Middle Ages to cure diseases and exorcise demons?

In the time of the Kingdom of God a long time ago, this dress was very decent, and the status of the priests was higher than that of the officials who governed the Kingdom of God.

But it's different now.

Devout believers still exist and worship the goddess's shrine in their homes. But organized groups of believers and professional priests have long since ceased to exist.

In this outfit, he either looks like a third-rate supporting actor running away from the set, or he looks like a professional liar who collects IQ taxes from old ladies.

Although he is old, this man is in good spirits, and his smoky yellow eyes seem to be filled with wisdom and they close deeply from time to time.

But he always tried to open his eyes and take a few glances when people weren't paying attention. He looked extremely vulgar, which made Ai Ting very uncomfortable.

Based on her many years of criminal investigation experience, she is truly a liar.

The first thing she wanted to say was: You are so old and you are cheating for money? Do you want the country to help support you in old age?

But she restrained herself. She couldn't use her professional vision to speculate on others.

"Who is this old gentleman?"

Before she finished asking, Director Zheng had already stood up, bowed respectfully to the old man, and then said, "This is President Li."

Then he actually walked backwards and reached the door. He smiled and nodded several times and said, "You guys talk, you talk, I won't disturb you."

Then he went out and closed the door.

Being alone in a room with this old man made her feel even more embarrassed. But as soon as she turned around, she felt a bit of silver light spinning in the air and flying towards her.

She grabbed it, and it was a shining silver business card with a ring of diamonds inlaid on it. It was an extremely wealthy business card.

"President of the Goddess Belief Culture Research Association, Li Mu."

"President Li?"

Anyone with the name "research association" is an organization that sounds like a pheasant to the extreme.

The man's eyes narrowed into triangles, and the wrinkles on his face piled up like sliced ​​onions. He smiled skillfully and said:

"Just call me Lao Li."

"Okay, President Li."

"You are very good."

His triangular eyes looked her up and down several times.

"Congratulations, you signed this agreement. You are now my direct subordinate."

The old man took out a volume of paperwork and placed it in front of her.

"Sorry, I refuse."

Ai Ting was speechless. What the hell agreement? Why should I sign it? Am I sick?

I am a dignified captain of the criminal investigation squadron. What cultural research association did I sign up to join?

Wait, what is this? A level 12 official? Once I sign, I will be a level 12 official?

She thought she had seen it wrong.

Level 12 - Known as the number one obstacle in the officialdom of the Qingmang Republic.

For those in the mixed system, even if their official career is successful, reaching level 11 is basically the end.

The twelfth level is the so-called deputy ministerial level. Once you reach the twelfth level, you will be a state and ministerial level official. There is a real world of difference between the H county and city levels.

Her journey has been smooth sailing, she has dominated the Criminal Investigation Bureau, solved countless major cases, and now she is only a ninth-level county-level official.

The director of their bureau is only at the twelfth level. If I sign this, I will be promoted to three levels immediately and be equal to Director Zheng?

Are you sure you're awake?

Then the old bastard in front of me is at least level 13? The boss of the main department? The same level as the minister of the criminal department and the mayor of Wutong City?

The old man's eyes changed and he immediately took out another document.

"You can refuse. But if you refuse, you need to sign this confidentiality agreement."

Two stacks of paper were placed side by side in front of Ai Ting. But Ai Ting's eyes kept wandering around the words "Level 12" as the center.

"You need to promise to keep this supernatural-related case confidential. If any secrets are leaked, you will be dismissed from office and subject to legal sanctions.

"After signing, your position in the Bureau of Criminal Investigation will remain intact as long as you abide by confidentiality."

The old man pointed to a blank space and said: "Write here: I have read and rejected this invitation. And I promise to keep all the above secrets forever. Then just sign."

Ai Ting looked at "Level 12" reluctantly, raised her hand and said, "I'll think about it again."

"You have plenty of time to think about it."

The old man looked at her with a smile.
Chapter completed!