Enforcer Manual
Chapter 33: A Guilty Conscience (Added for the Alliance Leader)_1

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: A Guilty Conscience (Added for the Alliance Leader)_1

"I saw from upstairs, you treat everyone kindly, not looking down on us like the others do."

Hearing the little boy’s reason, Song Lan couldn’t help but feel sadness.

What kind of environment did this child live in before that he would consider him a role model because of such a trivial matter?

Song Lan admits that he does treat people kindly in his daily life, but that’s only because he’s too lazy to argue with people, so when he encounters someone who’s stubborn, he usually supports their ideas by saying, "Yes, you’re right, I support you".

Don’t underestimate these few words, they’re a killer secret weapon for settling disputes in daily life.

However, right after that, he made a rather shocking discovery.

What the child was clearly referring to was when he was pacifying the refugees in the conference room, but he was sure that the child wasn’t in the conference room at the time.

Although he may not be able to remember the appearance of all the refugees, he wasn’t so forgetful as to forget whether there were any children in the meeting room.

Similarly, when the newly appointed High Prosecutor barged into the conference room aggressively looking for someone, this child wasn’t inside either.

Considering the child’s behavior of tailing him the whole way, and the inexplicable chill, Song Lan had a thought.

This little boy, could it be...

A ghost.

Also, the "goods" the Foster Family is looking for.

When these two identities are combined, Song Lan thought things started to make sense.

"Big Brother, I’ll come find you again."

The little boy’s eyes were firm, "I have a reason to become stronger."

With that, he didn’t give Song Lan any time to respond before he disappeared in the blink of an eye into the nearby greenbelt.

Song Lan waited for a moment before he nervously approached the greenbelt, parting the branches and leaves.

Behind the leaves was soil, and beyond that was a wall enclosing the courtyard. The wall was equipped with an electric fence to prevent intruders from climbing over.

He couldn’t explain the boy’s disappearance according to the laws of physics.

Song Lan didn’t make a fuss, he just quietly got on his bicycle.

It seems that there’s one more thing to do after going home today:

In the year 2166, were there any reported cases of ghost sightings?

The only area where 2166 is similar to 2020 is that there are countless stories about ghosts on the Internet, and every discussion that started with a scientific spirit has gradually turned into a ghost-story-telling competition. Everyone discussing this topic seems eager to share their newly-made-up ghost stories.

As a result, not only did Song Lan fail to find any scientific evidence supporting the existence of ghosts, but he was also startled by the ghost stories several times.

At half-past eight, the sky in District 17 was completely dark. The view from the living room window was pitch black and even with all the lights turned on, Song Lan still didn’t feel any sense of security.

A thunderbolt split the night sky, and a torrential rain descended without warning.

The sound of the door opening that followed caused Song Lan to jump off the couch with his tablet in his hands.

"I’m back... What’s wrong with you?"

The returning Lu Xiang looked at Song Lan suspiciously. She saw the tablet in Song Lan’s hands. He rarely used his tablet in the living room.

Every time she checked his browsing history on his computer or tablet, it was always impeccably clean.

"Oh, supervisor, your timing is excellent, truly excellent!"

...

minutes later.

"So, you’re saying, you were scared by a horror movie and ghost stories?"

Lu Xiang was at a loss for words. Seeing how nervous Song Lan was, she thought something big had happened.

She didn’t know what to make of Song Lan’s behavior.

As a law enforcement officer, he was watching movies during work hours, got scared by the virtual scenes from the movie, and she even had to comfort him when she got home from work.

"In this world, it’s not really possible that ghosts exist, right?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was right, Song Lan asked the question that had been bothering him.

He had to "own up" to watching horror movies during work to ask this question.

But the truth was, he was watching comedies at work, so the thunder and the knocking wouldn’t have scared him off the couch. He showed signs of being tense just to naturally introduce this question.

He now had several urgent questions he needed to solve.

Where did that little boy come from, where was he going, and...

Was he going to peek at him bathing?

"There are no ghosts in this world."

Lu Xiang’s tone was very firm, "All ghost disturbances are man-made."

At this point, Lu Xiang stopped mid-sentence, but looking at Song Lan’s slightly pale face, she finally sighed and said, "Do you remember the third assessment criterion I mentioned to you before?"

"I remember."

"The United Government calls it spiritual energy, it is some innate spiritual power. Among those with spiritual energy, there are those who can make people see non-existent illusions, most known ghost disturbances are caused by them.

"The reason I didn’t want to mention this to you is because I don’t want you to search for anything related to spiritual energy. To stimulate spiritual power, one needs to experience unimaginable pain. Even those who can withstand that pain, most of them will have twisted personalities. There are numerous criminal gangs on the Internet that take advantage of people’s lack of understanding of spiritual power and trick them into becoming little mice."

With that, Lu Xiang picked up a spoon in front of Song Lan, and passed it to him to avoid him being deceived. She decided to explain it all to him, "If you’re really interested... hold this."

Song Lan did as he was told.

"Focus your mind."

"Hmm."

"Then try to change its form."

"Heiyah—!"

Song Lan’s hands came together, the swift movement was much like that of a kung fu master. He gripped the spoon and smashed it hard against his thigh, as if he had given it his all.

But it didn’t budge.

The expression on Lu Xiang’s face changed continually, she had to pinch the back of her hand in order to not laugh out loud while Song Lan wasn’t paying attention.

This Song Lan, how is he even funnier than a comedian on TV?

"I meant for you to use your consciousness to change its form."

"Consciousness?" Song Lan looked incredibly sceptical. "How could that possibly work?"

"This means you don’t have the potential to stimulate spiritual energy."

Lu Xiang said as if it were perfectly obvious, "You may never need this knowledge in your lifetime. Forget it after you hear it -- spiritual energy manifests in three different forms at the beginning. Rating agencies call them ’Destruction’, ’Interference’, and ’Support’. They’re gauged by breaking the spoon, bending the spoon, or restoring the spoon intact. The three decide the future direction of the ability."

Hearing this, Song Lan understood.

In other words, he should have already passed the initial stage.

"Don’t let your imagination run wild, there will be no ghost disturbances here."

"Then I can rest assured."

Song Lan changed the topic, "You’ve been working hard these days, I made you beef brisket today."

He served the slow-cooked beef brisket, and filled a bowl of white rice for Lu Xiang.

By the way, he quietly took a spoon from the kitchen counter.

"I’ll go clean up, call me when you’re done eating."

"Hmm."

...

Back in his room, Song Lan locked the door, and placed the spoon he had taken in front of him.

Destruction, Interference, Support.

He was a little curious as to which one of the three his ability belonged to.

He slowly closed his eyes, Lu Xiang’s instructions seemed to echo in his ear:

Concentrate.

Try to change its form.

By the time he opened his eyes again, the spoon had disappeared without a trace.

No bending, no breaking, and no staying the same.

Under the moonlight shining in from the window, Song Lan saw the grey dust scattered around his room.

This fine dust fell on the bed and the floor, and then merged with the room, disappearing without a trace.

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