Lin Zhe Yuan walked up to Gong Bao Ding and asked, "One last question, why didn't Mr. L kill you back then?"
"I was very confused about that too. He really intended to kill me, but then a bell rang, and he stopped."
"A bell?" Lin Zhe Yuan asked, frowning.
Gong Bao Ding recalled and said, "That's right, a bell. After it rang, Mr. L said, 'You told me his location, so why don't you want me to kill him?'"
"So it wasn't Mr. L who found me then, but someone else told him my location."
"It seems Mr. L's business isn't over yet, and there are still remnants hiding behind the scenes."
Knowing this, Lin Zhe Yuan wasn't particularly dejected. For hunters like them, trouble was always endless.
"For the next period, you will be under supervision until it's confirmed that you have no issues. Do you agree?"
Although Lin Zhe Yuan no longer doubted Gong Bao Ding, the necessary procedures still had to be followed.
"No problem, I accept the supervision."
In fact, Gong Bao Ding himself wanted to be supervised. Although his transaction with the black-robed man seemed fine, he still wanted to confirm if there was any hidden trick left by that person on him.
As he was being escorted away by the association, Gong Bao Ding touched his chest.
At some point, the Disaster Containment Facility badge pendant appeared around his neck.
...
On the other side, inside the facility, Wen Wen was stealthily going through the items Gong Bao Ding had left behind.
Since Gong Bao Ding had entered with his soul previously, he hadn't taken anything with him except for the containment officer pendant bound to him.
Wen Wen had high clearance, so he could freely look through his belongings.
The containment officer uniform was of the same style as the one Wen Wen wore, but it looked very different. It would be difficult for most people to connect the two.
Wen Wen's was slightly more casual, while Gong Bao Ding's uniform was very formal.
Moreover, although Gong Bao Ding's uniform was more refined than ordinary clothes, there was still a significant gap compared to Wen Wen's. It was the difference between custom-made and mass-produced.
Coupled with the fact that Gong Bao Ding had to enter the facility through chains or a special ritual, while Wen Wen could enter directly.
This further confirmed to Wen Wen that he was special.
He couldn't explain where this uniqueness came from.
Perhaps it was because he was the first containment officer after the facility's restart.
Perhaps it was because he was inherently different.
After looking through all the items, Wen Wen picked up the key to Gong Bao Ding's room and went to the residential area near the Disaster Central Hub.
Every containment officer should have their own room, but Wen Wen didn't.
He had long coveted the rooms here, but without a key, he couldn't enter any of them.
The lock-picking skills he honed as a detective were completely useless on the doors within the facility.
Opening the door, a musty smell filled the air, causing Wen Wen to cover his nose. It was clear that no one had entered this room for a long time.
The ancient, elegant layout of the room made Wen Wen's eyes light up. It looked like a place where ancient people lived.
Anything taken from inside could be considered an antique. The pots and bowls should fetch a good price.
"This feels like a treasure hunt, hehe."
Wen Wen first moved the most valuable-looking items to the doorway. As for the rest, he planned to leave them for Gong Bao Ding. If he was eating meat, Gong Bao Ding should at least get some soup!
After taking the outwardly valuable items, Wen Wen began a more thorough search.
This was the former residence of a containment officer, so he should be able to find some useful things.
Soon, Wen Wen found what the former containment officer had hidden in a hidden compartment within a cabinet.
At the very top were several gold ingots and some silver!
"Cough, cough... perhaps I should transcend the low-level pleasure of earning money."
"I will focus on hunting monsters, solely for my sense of justice. Wealth is but fleeting."
Wen Wen rambled as he put the gold and silver into his pockets. These riches gave him a great jolt.
Thinking about his years as a detective, he hadn't even saved enough money to buy a house. It was truly a tearful and heart-wrenching story.
However, from now on, he wouldn't have to worry about money. The Disaster Containment Facility was a vast treasure trove. As long as he guarded this treasure trove, Wen Wen would have inexhaustible wealth!
Besides the most conspicuous gold and silver, there were other items that caught his attention.
A vintage dagger radiating a chilling aura, a bizarrely shaped withered grass doll, a bent horn left by some unknown creature, and a jade pendant with the Eight Trigrams.
These four items all appeared to have been supernatural items in the past.
But now, except for the dagger, the other items had lost their spiritual essence, as too much time had passed.
The dagger showed no signs of rust. Wen Wen picked it up and swung it, finding it very comfortable to wield, even better than his meticulously crafted rune dagger.
"I already have my own rune dagger... but one can never have too many weapons. Attacking people with an antique, the thought alone is exhilarating."
Of the other three items, Wen Wen only took the horn. Although it had lost its spiritual essence, it should still be a relatively precious material.
As for the remaining two items, he left them for Gong Bao Ding.
If Wen Wen hadn't plundered this place, all the items in the room would have originally belonged to Gong Bao Ding.
He put the hidden compartment back in place and continued searching the room.
There was a bookshelf in the study, filled with ancient books, but due to neglect, most of them were in disrepair.
Wen Wen took away the most intact books, intending to sell them as antiques. These things should fetch some money.
Suddenly, Wen Wen spotted a box on the bookshelf. The box was well-sealed, suggesting the books inside were very important.
Wen Wen eagerly opened the box. As expected, the books inside were still intact and not too severely damaged.
He opened the topmost book, and his expression froze.
It turned out to be an ancient erotic book, complete with illustrations!
The top two or three books were all like this. Wen Wen had initially held great respect for this unknown senior, but upon seeing these items, he felt...
Well, he felt much more familiar.
Wen Wen decided not to sell these items. Although they were antiques, selling erotic books would still affect his reputation.
"Hmm, I'll leave these for Gong Bao Ding. He's still single at his age and might have special needs."
After chuckling lewdly, Wen Wen found something different at the bottom of the box.
It was a diary, signed by the wanderer, Lin Song Zhi.