Chapter 241: with translation of chapter title: 241

241 "Damn, the Underworld! You guys are, are ghosts?"

"Alright, I've said what I needed to say; now it's your turn to say who you are." It had just gained consciousness not long before the carpenter died, and it was placed together with him in the coffin, so even in its era, it didn't know much.

It didn't even understand what a Mystic Master was.

The four of them looked at each other, helpless; according to procedure, this situation meant registering them and then releasing them.

After all, in this society, it's not that there are no spirits living alongside humans; it's just that this area used to have a unified management department.

But now, in the team format, they are responsible for their cases from start to finish.

So this puppet spirit is their responsibility; if anything happens later—for example, if this guy causes trouble in human society—they bear joint liability.

Put simply, spirits from the spirit world who want to live in human society must submit to unified management.

Although this job sounds lame, if the spirit in their charge really causes trouble, they'd also be punished, which is pretty frustrating, after all they can't constantly watch them.

For example, the person responsible for the goudan was docked three months' wages due to inadequate supervision.

Fortunately, the goudan still had some conscience—it injured people but didn't kill them; otherwise the responsible person would definitely have been fined more, possibly even dismissed.

Of course, the goudan didn't restrain itself for the responsible person's sake; if it ever took a human life, it would be executed just like a human death penalty.

The office still manages spirits living in human society very strictly.

However, even with such strict management, spirits who injure people have their powers stripped, and those who kill are executed, yet impulsive spirits still break the rules.

That's why this job isn't exactly great.

But this is only difficult for others to manage; for their team, which has Tushan Jiu, it's utterly simple—controlling the opponent's lifeline with a knife makes it easy to handle.

However, this puppet right in front of them will require some effort, because it truly knows nothing.

This means they need to bring it along to first learn about this era and society.

In the end, this task was handed over to Xiang Yichu.

After making a knife deal with the puppet, Xiang Yichu picked it up and left first.

Meanwhile, Tushan Jiu and her two companions went to the other interrogation room to find Cong Bo.

After all, it had been down there for a thousand years, soaked in yin energy, so spending any length of time with that puppet would inevitably leave a trace.

Cong Bo felt he was really unlucky.

She saw that puppet at a flea market, thought the craftsmanship was good; although it looked a bit old and worn, it didn't affect its use as a decoration, so she spent three hundred and bought it home.

And it turned out to be a spirit!

She wiped her tears while saying she would go find the boss to compensate her for emotional damages.

Hearing her mutter, Wang Dongqing laughed at her for still being too naive.

Because the next second, he directly pulled out a confidentiality agreement: "Regarding the puppet spirit, from now on you must not leak even a bit, or you won't be able to bear the consequences—sign here."

Cong Bo glanced at the heading: "Underworld Stationed in the Human World Office Confidentiality Agreement."

"Damn, the Underworld! You guys are, are ghosts?"

The three of them looked speechlessly at the girl in front of them, wondering what kind of brain circuitry she had.

Tushan Jiu: "We are humans."

Cong Bo reacted, his expression like he'd discovered a new continent: "Hey hey hey, are you guys similar to the online-mentioned demon‑hunting 749 Bureau? Wow, cool!"

Wang Dongqing raised an eyebrow: "There's no 749 Bureau; we only have the Underworld Stationed in the Human World Office. Look at something reliable, still believe in science—hurry up and sign, then you can leave after signing."

"……" Cong Bo looked speechless, she pointed at the heading of the confidentiality agreement: "Just this, you tell me to believe in science? I have a question: if I sign, does that mean I can't talk about this?"

Wang Dongqing also pointed at the heading: "Can't you see these four big characters, 'Confidentiality Agreement'?"

Cong Bo rolled his eyes and asked again: "Then can I choose not to sign?"

Wang Dongqing shook his head: "No, if you don't sign, we'll extract your memory and turn you into an idiot~"

Hearing that, Cong Bo widened his eyes, quickly grabbed the pen beside him, and signed her name.

What's amazing is that, as soon as she finished signing her name, she felt a binding force inside her body that prevented her from speaking about this matter.

Cong Bo, who has a bit of a rebellious streak, realized Wang Dongqing had just been threatening her, and she angrily said: "What's your employee number? I'm going to complain about you!"

Wang Dongqing: "......"

Leaving the police squad, Wang Dongqing pursed his lips, looking aggrieved: "I'm telling the truth—if she hadn't signed, wouldn't she just have her memories erased?"

Maomao pinched his brow, reminding: "It's memory erasure, but we use hypnotic sealing, okay?"

Tushan Jiu also nodded: "Yes, and you being complained about is indeed not unjust—who made you scare people like that? Hypnotic sealing of memory has no effect on ordinary people; you're the one who insisted on scaring them by saying they'd become idiots. If I were Cong Bo, after realizing I'd just beat you up, regardless of whether you're human or ghost."

Wang Dongqing: "......"

Maomao spilled the beans: "No worries, just get used to it; as far as I know, the points he docked are all because of his glib mouth."

Tushan Jiu chuckled and gave her opinion: "I guess that's right too."

She hurried toward the car, turned back to the two people staring at each other, and said: "Let's go, first get a meal, then after eating we'll go back and write a closure report—this first case counts as finished!"

Maomao stopped glaring at him, turned, and caught up with Tushan Jiu.

Wang Dongqing muttered: "Looks like the job of an Underworld Civil Servant isn't as cool as I imagined; if I'd known, I'd have taken the exam two years later."

Tushan Jiu heard it and gave a faint smile.

Where do all these vengeful fierce ghosts come from? Ordinary little spirits causing mischief is the norm, alright.

Afterwards, aside from the four of them going out to a scene on their first day at work, they were bored idle every day.

Gradually they got used to doing their own things, and would only gather when a case came up.

Tushan Jiu absolutely loved this state—it didn't delay anything.

Her grandfather, as usual these past few days, came up to remind her that this year's KPI still isn't done.

Tushan Jiu felt time flew by—wasn't it just last year that she finished it? How come it's already here again this year!

But after thinking, she realized she hadn't been idle this year either—she's been busy with exams and collecting payments, so it's normal that time feels fast.

Moreover, as the end of this month approaches, the office has already started sending people to the task library to pick missions; their team hasn't received any new assignments since that puppet appeasement incident.

So I guess I also have to go to the mission repository, pick a mission to boost my performance.