"Team leader, do you really want him to join our second team?" The glasses glanced at Qin Feng who was touching the coffin and admiring it, and frowned slightly.

Opposite him, the slovenly middle-aged man with his legs crossed and sipping tea twitched his lips and showed a strange smile. He put down his teacup and tapped his index finger on the wooden table in front of him gently and rhythmically. "I agree, why don't you agree? I will arrange a simple task for him to join the group later."

Hearing this, Sunglasses nodded and then looked at Zhang Ming and Luo Yang who were careless.

"I listen to the team leader."

"Me too."

Seeing that the two of them agreed, Sunglasses finally nodded helplessly.

…

"Mr. Qin, after unanimous discussion among our team members, we sincerely invite you to join our second investigation team, but the prerequisite must be a strict assessment. After all, we are a national agency, and such things as backdoors cannot exist." Glasses sitting at the computer table

Smiling and stretching out her white palms.

"Um."

Qin Feng smiled and stretched out his hand to hold the other person's hand, and then he loosened his hand and said slowly, "What's the test?"

Hearing this, Glasses stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, and clicked the mouse casually with one hand. Not far away, the copy machine began to creak and print A4 paper.

"Senior, I'll help you get the files." Zhang Ming happily put down the coffee cup in his hand and walked towards the printer.

Soon he walked back holding two sheets of snow-white A4 paper that smelled like paper and ink.

Taking the warm paper and looking at it, Qin Feng suddenly saw a picture of a mahogany coffin, and inside the half-open coffin was a girl wearing clothes from the Republic of China period.

The other person's face was rosy and shiny, and he was wearing a white cotton skirt. He was sleeping peacefully with his arms folded on his chest. Below that was the name of the file;

Maleficent, a girl suspected to be from the Republic of China period.

After scanning for a moment, Qin Feng raised his head and looked at the glasses in front of him playfully.

"Ahem."

"Brother Qin, if you think the assessment task is a bit difficult, we can change it to another one." Ignoring the sloppy middle-aged man who kept blinking at him, he said with a guilty conscience as his glasses dodged.

"It's okay, just talk to me. The space between characters on the paper is too narrow and I don't want to read it."

Qin Feng smiled, reached out and patted his shoulder. Behind him, Ming She and the reluctant Qingqiu Jiuwei began to massage him.

Glasses breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the cold coffee on the table and sipped lightly before introducing, "The young girl in the coffin was unearthed during the Republic of China and is a hundred years old."

"The girl in the picture has been sleeping for a hundred years. Not only does she have a rosy complexion, but her body has a series of characteristics that are the same as those of ordinary people, whether it is heartbeat, flesh and blood, or bones..."

"She has been sleeping for a hundred years and her physical characteristics have remained like this? No signs of aging?" Qin Feng, who was listening, interrupted the introduction of glasses and involuntarily narrowed the corners of his eyes.

"Yes."

"The other person seems to have been immersed in his own world, the world of dreams, like a vegetative person who has been seriously injured and has been unconscious."

"We have used many methods, including Professor Yang's electrotherapy, tickling the soles of the feet, and even invited experts from the Investigation Bureau who hold the Dream Series of ghost beasts to help out."

Glancing at the dream-eating tapir that was hovering above Qin Feng's head and rolling his eyes, the glasses paused and then continued to speak, "Without exception, all the masters of dream ghost beasts who came to help in the battle failed. Some were seriously injured and some were ghosts.

The beast is destroyed.”

"From this, we concluded that this girl from the Republic of China should have been imprisoned in a dream by a terrifying high-level dream ghost beast and could not wake up."

"Dreams have always been a place on the other side that countless scholars and experts have been exploring. It was even once called the mysterious second world of mankind."

"An expert once said that if students can control their dreams, it will be much easier. They can study during the day and have teachers in their dreams at night to urge them to study hard."

Qin Feng's eyelids couldn't help but twitch when he heard this. This expert's ideal is quite interesting.

"So my assessment task is to liberate this girl from the Republic of China from her dream?"

"right."

Glasses' brows twitched and he nodded hurriedly.

Ever since he became the deputy commander, the unreliable captain blamed himself for everything.

He even suspected that he was a scapegoat.

"Give me her information. I'll go now. It's important to be in a hurry." Qin Feng stood up and stretched his waist to look at the restless glasses.

"Okay, Zhang Ming." The glasses pushed up the frame and looked sideways at Zhang Ming, who was about to return to the kitchen to boil water and eat instant noodles.

"clear."

After sighing and returning, Zhang Ming smiled bitterly and came to Qin Feng's side and tentatively said, "Senior, let's go."

"Um."

Picking up the paper on the table, Qin Feng recalled the gray flying pig, the red-eyed dream-eating tapir, and the few remaining beasts who rolled their eyes.

Watching Qin Feng and Zhang Ming leave, his glasses and brows furrowed tightly. To be honest, he absolutely disagreed with giving this task to the other party.

In case of success.

The future fate of that girl from the Republic of China who has research value can be imagined.

What is the purpose of mice? Anatomy? Drug experiments? Then discarded?

With the development of the times, what humans pursue is no longer just food, drink, clothing, and warmth.

But...

"What are you thinking about?" The slovenly middle-aged man came to the stunned glasses with a smile and patted his shoulder.

After a moment of silence, Glasses shook his head to indicate that he was just in a daze.

——

City Center Asuka Psychiatric Rehabilitation Hospital.

Qin Feng followed Zhang Ming, who was wearing a white coat, out of the BMW. He stared at the words "Rehabilitation Director" on Zhang Ming's back. Qin Feng's eyelids twitched.

"Are you the Director of Psychiatric Rehabilitation here?"

"It's funny, senior."

"fine."

"I used to be the director of obstetrics and gynecology."

Zhang Ming, who was leading the way, froze and looked at Qin Feng with admiration in his eyes.

"I got in through the back door."

Zhang Ming:......

He led Qin Feng to register into the mental hospital department. As soon as he entered, there were sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling everywhere.

"I don't want to code!!! I'm not sick!! Director, I'm really not sick, please let me go!" The shrill wailing echoed through the mental hospital on the first floor. Zhang Ming frowned slightly as he looked at the man hugging his thigh and whining.

Eyes showing compassion.

"Take it away and increase the potion to continue treatment."

"What author doesn't want to enjoy typing? It looks like he is seriously ill."

"yes!"

Two strong men in white coats ran over panting and holding computers. After hearing this, they dragged each other away without saying a word, and soon the screams and screams gradually disappeared.

"It's funny, senior."

"fine."

Reaching out to straighten his messy white coat, Zhang Ming walked toward the stairs with a smile.

Arriving at the top floor of the mental hospital, Qin Feng couldn't help but sigh that there were so many talented people in the mental hospital.

"Senior, we are here." Zhang Ming, who was standing in front of a silver steel door, checked his fingerprints and then smiled and stepped out of the way.

After blowing out a puff of smoke, Qin Feng stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it in the trash can before walking in.

The room is not big, about the size of a classroom, and in the center is a semi-open mahogany coffin, with strands of hair floating through the air.
Chapter completed!