Chapter 240: Night Watcher Project

Federal Weird Investigation Bureau Headquarters, Director's Office.

Behind the mahogany desk, Wei Gong held a steel seal in his hand, his wrist hovering in mid‑air.

In front of him, the report on the "Anhe City massive Weird incident" had already been turned to the last page.

In the photograph, a high‑end apartment building leaned like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, reinforced steel bars exposed, concrete fragments scattered on the ground.

That was destruction beyond human capability, a miracle beyond common sense.

Snap.

The steel seal fell heavily.

Bright red seal paste struck the paper, forming a shocking circle, with two characters in the center that seemed to pierce through the paper:

【A+】.

And in the remarks column beneath the rating, Wei Gong wrote a line of annotation with his fountain pen, flowing like clouds and water:

Demon Eye: possesses a tendency to form anti‑societal superhuman organizations, extremely dangerous, must be eliminated.

Having done all that, the old man lifted his eyelids and looked at the young man standing before the desk.

Jiang Yuan now wore an ill‑fitting Patient Gown, looking somewhat comical, like a wounded soldier who had just fled a battlefield hospital.

But he stood very straight.

"Director, I request punishment."

Jiang Yuan's voice was hoarse.

"In Anhe City, I had the chance to kill Chen Shao, and also the chance to intercept that boy named Xu An. But I gave up. My hesitation caused two high‑risk targets to escape; this is a serious dereliction."

Wei Gong said nothing.

He opened a drawer, retrieved a packet of special‑supply big red robe tea, and leisurely poured tea leaves into a Yixing teapot.

Hot water surged in, the leaves swirled, wisps of white steam rose, carrying a crisp tea fragrance that slightly diluted the room's disinfectant smell.

"Sit." Wei Gong gestured toward the chair opposite.

Jiang Yuan did not move.

"I tell you to sit." Wei Gong's tone was not harsh, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Jiang Yuan sat down.

Wei Gong pushed a cup of tea toward him.

"Do you know why Chen Shao broke those load‑bearing columns?"

Jiang Yuan lowered his head, looking at the murky tea, and said, "To force me to choose—save lives, or kill."

"Exactly. That was an overt scheme."

Wei Gong lifted his own cup and gently blew the foam.

"If you had ignored that building, ignored the lives of the three hundred plus households inside, and insisted on pursuing Chen Shao, even if you eventually killed him, your mindset would be ruined."

"As the current top combat force of our Federal Weird Investigation Bureau, your mental stability is of utmost importance. Moreover, you indeed saved a great many people."

The old man took a sip, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping across Jiang Yuan's face.

"Jiang Yuan, remember. We are an investigation bureau, not a hitman organization. The reason we wield knives is to protect those behind us, not to see whose blade is sharper."

Jiang Yuan let out a sigh of relief.

At that moment.

"Wolf pack."

Wei Gong shifted his tone and spat out two words.

He stood and walked to the massive electronic world map.

On the map, red dots representing Weird incidents flickered; although most had been extinguished, some stubborn red spots clung like psoriasis.

"Chen Shao is a clever man, or rather, a visionary madman. He knows solo fights can't become a force, so he wants to establish a nation—a nation for monsters."

Wei Gong's finger traced a line across the map.

"Conventional Special Forces are no longer useful. This Anhe City operation proved that before the absolute power of rules, even the elite warriors are merely cannon fodder delivering more lives."

"Human gunpowder weapons are losing their dominance."

At that moment, the old man's silhouette appeared especially bleak, yet tinged with a resolute harshness.

Jiang Yuan watched the silhouette, his heart racing uncontrollably.

He sensed that something big was about to happen.

Sure enough, Wei Gong turned, and in his seemingly clouded old eyes burned two ghostly flames.

"Since conventional means can't kill them, let's try another method."

"From today onward, code‑named 'Night Watcher' Project, officially launched."

Wei Gong returned to the desk, pulled a black file folder from a stack of files, and tossed it in front of Jiang Yuan.

"You are the first successful case. Since you can command Shadow Ghosts, others can too. Since monsters can't kill, use monsters to kill monsters."

Jiang Yuan picked up the file folder.

Wei Gong stared at him:

"Our Deceptive Squad… is about to be formally formed."

Jiang Hai City Second People's Hospital, Cardiology Attending Physician's Office.

Neon lights outside the window were bizarre, dyeing the night in a kaleidoscope of colors.

Chu Che sat in a genuine leather swivel chair, twirling a delicate human heart model in his hand.

The model was resin, its vascular patterns clear, yet he found it too artificial, lacking the vivid, beating beauty.

The computer screen glowed, its pale blue light falling on his jade‑like face, and the eyes behind his lenses were as deep as two ancient wells.

The screen displayed not a medical record but a complex interface incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Weird Editor. Under Chu Che's authority, it temporarily merged with the computer, making it easier to control.

At this moment, the screen on the editor was frozen on the tilted building in Anhe City.

Clack, clack, clack.

Chu Che gently clapped.

The crisp applause sounded especially jarring in the quiet office.

"Brilliant."

He nudged his Gold Thread Glasses, a flawless smile playing at the corner of his mouth, as if watching a top‑tier opera that had just taken its final bow.

"Jiang Yuan, one of my main supporting characters, you truly did not disappoint me. That heroism that erupts in a desperate situation is simply captivating."

His fingers tapped lightly on the desk, producing a rhythmic sound.

"And Chen Shao. As a temporary added supporting role, his performance far exceeded expectations. He knows how to use the Rules, to manipulate humanity, and even begins to know how to build a team..."

Chu Che picked up the coffee on the desk and took a sip.

The coffee was already cold, but he didn't mind.

What he cared about were the countless tiny red dots lighting up on the map.

With the deployment of a series of Weird Domains such as Saint John Hospital and Correction Place, it was like tossing handfuls of fish food into a calm lake.

Those 'fish' hidden among the crowd, possessing special potential, began to surface.

One hundred and thirty‑seven.

This is the current worldwide count of 'wild players' who have awakened Anomalous Power.

Although most are weak, some, upon awakening, were immediately back‑fired into madness, with the Fierce Ghost inside reviving and causing their own demise.

But it's like wild grass; as long as the roots remain, the fire cannot be extinguished.

"The Seed has already sprouted."

Chu Che set down his coffee cup, stood up, and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window, overlooking the sleeping city.

In his eyes, this was not a bustling metropolis at all, but clearly a massive petri dish brimming with potential.

The Federation Investigation Bureau thought that extinguishing the flames would be enough to maintain order.

Little did they know, the sparks had already been scattered to every corner.

"Since the actors are already in place, the current stage is inevitably a bit too small."

Chu Che's reflection shimmered on the glass; the image of the refined doctor gradually blurred, replaced by a chilling Divinity.

He turned back to the computer, his slender fingers hovering over the mouse.

Deep within the editor's database, an icon that had remained in a 'dim' state was now trembling slightly, as if something was eager to break out of its cage.

That was not a localized scene like 'Correction Place' or 'hospital'—small‑scale and trivial.

It was a disaster.

A grand performance capable of covering the entire city, plunging millions into despair at once...

"Since we must evolve, let it come even more violently."