CH 603

603: Completing the File

Hahahah . . Wu Chang didn’t know what to say anymore. He was afraid that if he spoke, he’d vomit blood.

Ignoring Han Xia, who was engaged in a lively conversation with the older sister, Wu Chang picked up the last file and began to read Zhao Yang’s report. His face turned from green to black then black to green. Finally, he took a deep breath, and swallowed a mouthful of blood.

He read out loud, “In order to catch the evil Blue Flame, the members of the fifth red team fought hard for two hours, until they prevailed against the demon and captured him.

Blue Flame, as its name suggests, emits blue flame, and is a low-level demon with a cruel nature that loves to kill. It has killed countless people and wiped out three villages. To send this demon back to the Demon realm for the Demon emperor to sentence is simply too outrageous.

For the safety of all humanity, we should directly execute this kind of monster without mercy. Cruel and ruthless monsters like Blue Flame should be punished and made to atone for their unreasonable provocations. . . ”

Wu Chang swallowed a mouthful of blood. “Who do you think you are? You’re just a document recorder, not a critic! Your duty is to record what you see, not add your own subjective views! What you’re doing here is irresponsible and reckless!

As a recording officer, you’re not there to embellish events or make up stories, nor should you inject your own opinions into the matter. This is a serious job and must be done seriously. . . ”

Three hours of scolding later, the three guys were finally released to go home.

Feng Wu returned to her dorm tired.

Many students who yearned to work at Star Marshall hall gathered in Feng Wu’s dorm waiting for her to return.

Everyone: Is Star Marshall hall fun?

What is your job? Are you tired?

How was your first day on the job?

Feng Wu: . . I’m so tired. I don’t want to talk.

The next day, Feng Wu brought her rewritten documents to the document processing department.

Feng Wu felt she made a lot of progress yesterday with Rui Baby’s help, so on the second day of work, Feng Wu confidently handed Wu Chang her file.

Zhao Yang’s rewritten files passed without any surprises. Han Xia’s was so well written, Wu Chang suspected Han Xia asked Han Jiang to be a ghostwriter, however he couldn’t prove it.

Wu Chang could see all three had made progress. There was still a lot more to do, but at least now there was something to work with.

Today, instead of arranging a new job for them, Wu Chang had them use the old archives room. He opened it up so they could read old accounts and learn from their predecessors.

After yesterday’s scolding, Little Bun did not mention coming to work with Feng Wu again, so today Little Bun was at school and running around like it was his personal playground. The assistant principal indulged him as always.

In the old archives room, Feng Wu, Han Xia and Zhao Yang picked a corner and began their day plodding through old records.

Meanwhile, Jier and Ink were having a much better time. Jier inherited Summer’s envoy position and Ink was in the fifth red group. Their day was lively and exciting.

Ink’s dream was to work hard and become a purple ranked warrior. To be able to carry out tasks for the purple group would be the highlight of his life.

Jier was already living the highlight of his life.

Feng Wu and her two fellow interns remained knee deep in old records. Three days later, Feng Wu was the first to finish reading everything. She went to Wu Chang for a new job.

You finished reading that fast? Wu Chang was stunned. The files in the old archives room weren’t the only files in the hall, but they should still have taken a month to finish, right?

Wu Change suspected Feng Wu was lying, so he randomly selected a file to test her. Shockingly, she answered all his questions correctly.

Wu Chang had to admit he was wrong. There was a gem amongst the newcomers. All right then, no big deal. At worst he would take her to the main archive room. There, she could read all the nonconfidential files. If she finished those in three days, he would eat his hat.

Wu Chang was ruthless and left Feng Wu in the main room for a month until the other two finished the files in the old archives room. Then he called all three over to arrange a new job.

This time he wanted them to restore some old files. Two weeks ago, a fire damaged several records that were more than twenty years old and replacing the missing information was the document processing department’s responsibility.

To supplement lost information would require contacting the relevant people involved. The cases were so old, it would be difficult to fill in the missing gaps. If it was simple, the other people in the department wouldn’t have bullied the newcomers and entrusted them with it. Supplementing missing information from damaged files was the most troublesome kind of job and no one wanted it.

This thankless job was assigned to the three shiny newcomers.

The files that were damaged were about a serial murder involving several families, the mysterious disappearance of Hong village, and the massacre of a fishing village.

The three of them worked together and divided the labor. Feng Wu went to investigate the serial case, Han Xia went to investigate the village disappearance, and Zhao Yang went to investigate the village massacre.

The serial case was the most difficult to fix because there were as many as five families involved. Relatives and friends of the victims would have to be contacted for relevant details.

Fortunately, not everything in the file was burned. Feng Wu found information about the five families and went to complete the file.

The first person she visited was the mother of the woman killed. She was nearly eighty at this point, and since she was an ordinary person, her age was obvious.

Even the son was in his fifties and the grandson in his twenties.

Feng Wu’s arrival reminded them what they most wanted to forget.

“My poor daughter, she died so tragically. The murderer stabbed her to death and didn’t even spare the two-year-old child. If that child had lived, he would be twenty today.” Tears filled the old woman’s eyes as she pulled up her most painful memories.