Jonathan felt like he was stepping out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's lair when he stood in front of the Investigation Building.
In the morning, he had entered the city's sewer through a secret passage under the wardrobe in the safe house, climbed out of a manhole in a small alley a block away, and then took a hover rail car.
Black Sea City is a coastal city with a developed drainage system. The sewers are wide enough for two sports cars to race side by side. The water level in the sewers had risen due to frequent heavy rains in the past few days, but the rain had stopped today, and the water level was gradually dropping.
To avoid the sll of the sewer sticking to him, Jonathan had asked Fox to create a water curtain to isolate the sll and divert the sewage, delivering him to his destination.
"I always feel that I've discovered a lot of new uses for my super abilities by following you..." Fox said in a lancholy tone.
Washing dishes, watering plants, mopping the floor, and using water to create a protective layer to isolate slls, his super ability had truly been fully utilized by Jonathan.
After Jonathan got on the rail car, Fox left.
At five in the morning, when he was sleeping, Red sent a ssage asking Jonathan to go to work as usual, not to worry about the traitor, as he had already found so leads.
Jonathan's decision to go to work was not because of Red's words but because he had to make this choice.
If he chose to avoid work and disappear, the Investigation Departnt would beco suspicious of him. If the mastermind last night was a mole from the Investigation Departnt, they could deduce his real identity from Jonathan's disappearance. Suspicion would then turn into certainty, and he would have no choice but to take the risk.
Jonathan was a key mber of the chanical Dawn Organization, but he didn't know how much weight and value he held within the organization. Was his life more important, or was his mole identity and intelligence more important? Would chanical Dawn sacrifice his life for the latter?
If his full value of Jonathan was based on his identity as a mole, then losing that identity ant he lost his value. A person without value would not be taken seriously and would be abandoned by chanical Dawn.
Jonathan was already aware of chanical Dawn's iron-blooded and cruel nature, and he couldn't let himself lose his value.
As for the option to run away, Jonathan had thought about it, but it was unfeasible.
His biological information, his ID, everything about him was in the hands of chanical Dawn. Sean had escaped from the psychiatric hospital, but he could barely move in this highly advanced society. Surveillance caras watched over the city, high-tech devices traced his every move, his account was frozen in the cashless society, and he couldn't even buy food.
Through Sean, Jonathan could anticipate his situation if he decided to run.
In addition to these, Jonathan would also have to face assassination. Fox was a bit naive, but he was also a qualified killer. His obedience stemd from Jonathan being his superior and a core mber of chanical Dawn. If Jonathan were to run away, Fox would definitely not let him go. He would go from being a useful tool to a blade pointed at him.
The intern security officer and mber of chanical Dawn - these two identities were Jonathan's umbrellas in the Second World.
Before he had enough power to protect himself, he needed to maintain his identity and play the roles he should play.
"Welco back, intern security officer Jonathan," Moss greeted as usual when Jonathan walked in.
"Good morning," Robert said behind him.
"Morning," Jonathan turned around to look.
"You have heavy dark circles. Didn't you sleep well last night?" Robert asked with concern.
"Yeah, I hardly slept all night." Jonathan yawned and walked into the elevator area.
"I have coffee there. Shall I make so to refresh you?" Robert offered.
"No need, it's too bitter." Jonathan pressed the elevator button, "There are tea bags in the break room; I'll just make so tea."
"Are you having trouble sleeping because of the upcoming interview?" Robert joked.
"That's part of it." Jonathan sighed.
There was an electronic screen in the elevator showing the ti as 07:58. The working hours of the Investigation Departnt started at eight. In about an hour, he was going to have the interview.
Jonathan walked out of the elevator area, and the communicator in his pocket beeped.
Robert's communicator also rang. He took it out to check. "Moss sent today's work schedule. Let see... Great, no tasks, no need to go out."
Generally speaking, when the squad needs to carry out urgent tasks, Moss will imdiately notify the squad mbers through the building's internal broadcasting system. If there are no tasks, the day's work schedule and training plan will be sent to the mbers' personal communicators via emails for them to check.
Jonathan opened his email, and as expected, he saw the day's schedule - an interview.
No training, no fieldwork, just the interview.
Jonathan will lose this job if he fails the interview, so there's no need to send the next task schedule.
"I'm going to the tech room for my shift. Good luck with the interview." Robert raised his hand.
Jonathan took a mont to realize that Robert wanted a high-five, so he also raised his hand.
"Slap!" Their palms t.
Robert turned and left while Jonathan considered whether to use the spare hour to practice shooting in area A or catch up on sleep in the break room.
Before he could decide, Moss said, "Intern security officer Jonathan, your interview ti has been changed. Please report to room 5313 on the fifth floor imdiately. Your interviewer is waiting for you."
Jonathan was surprised. "Why was it changed?"
"There was a temporary shift in work arrangents. I'm sorry I can't explain the specifics to you. Please imdiately go to room 5313 on the fifth floor for your interview."
"Okay." Jonathan turned and pressed the elevator button.
Temporary tasks and ergencies are common in the Investigation Departnt. Perhaps the ti of Jonathan's interview clashed with an interviewer's schedule, causing the interview ti to change.
The elevator ascended, and Jonathan gently adjusted his breathing. After the elevator door opened, he walked out steadily and headed to the corridor.
"Please follow the green indicator light," Moss pointed out the direction and route to room 5313 for Jonathan.
Crossing the long corridor, Jonathan stopped in front of room 5313. The tal door opened silently, and he walked in.
A long black table ca into view. Behind the table sat four people, two n and two won.
A man with half-white hair and steady eyes, a young man in a suit with neatly combed hair and gold-rimd glasses, a middle-aged woman who was efficient, serious, and resembled a headteacher, and a woman with dyed red curly hair who was elegant and intelligent.
Jonathan imdiately matched the information in his mind. The man with white hair was Engapes, the leader of the Logistics Support Group. The young man with the gold-rimd glasses was Rinaldi, the leader of the Information Technology Group. The woman who resembled a headteacher was Grolberna, the leader of the Field Group and Jonathan's and Martin's direct superior.
The last red-haired woman was the famous leader of the Criminal Investigation Group, Beyema.
"Jonathan, right?" Grolberna said, "Please, take a seat."
"Yes, hello, leaders." Jonathan sat down on the chair, facing the four interviewers.
Grolberna nodded, formally saying, "Martin submitted your application for promotion to . I have seen your achievents and fieldwork records during your internship. You're good, but whether you can stay in the Investigation Departnt depends on your performance in this interview."
"I understand, I'm ready."
Not only did Grolberna resemble a headteacher in her deanor, but she also spoke like one. Jonathan had adjusted his emotions to be calm, but Grolberna's speech made him unconsciously nervous.
Beyema then laughed and said, "Don't be so nervous, relax, we'll ask, and you just answer, like a small talk."
Beyema's way of speaking reminded Jonathan of Jas from the psychological therapy office. Looking closely, Beyema and Jas looked sowhat similar... could they be related?
Engapes, the Logistics Support Group leader, asked, "Are you adapting well in the Investigation Departnt, Jonathan?"
When he didn't speak, he seed like a high-ranking individual, but once he spoke, he sounded like an elder, like an uncle.
Jonathan felt so of the tension inside him relax.
He should just tell the truth, only the truth.
"I think I've adapted quite well. I can handle most of the work, and there's just a small part I didn't do perfectly because it was my first ti. My ntality may not have been the best either," Jonathan said, "I will strive to overco these areas."
"Do you want to stay and work in the Investigation Departnt?" Rinaldi asked.
"Yes," Jonathan thoughtfully replied, "but this job sotis involves great danger. Sotis, I worry about getting hurt or even losing my life..."
Beyema asked, "You're worried about losing your life, but you still want to stay and work here?"
"Without considering the risks, I think being a security officer is a very good job. The compensation is high, there are plenty of opportunities for promotion, and the colleagues are quite kind," Jonathan said honestly.
Jonathan would be over the moon if he were in the first world and had a secure civil service job. The Investigation Departnt belongs to the federation and is an official departnt; the salary is much higher than other places. If Jonathan were a native of the second world, then this job at the Investigation Departnt would truly be his best option.
"We've reviewed your family background information," Engapes, the leader of the Information Technology Group, stated, "You took out quite a few loans for college, didn't you?"
"My family isn't well off..." Jonathan seed to answer, but in fact, he avoided the question.
He did not answer yes or no explicitly.
Engapes pointed out, "Your motivation to stay and work in the Investigation Departnt is money, right?"
Jonathan montarily thought, "As soone from a not-so-well-off family, I know how important a stable and high-paying job is... But the pay is not the main reason I want to stay."
"Please elaborate," Engapes said.
"I want to stay because this is the best choice for . In the Investigation Departnt, I can learn and improve myself, I get paid, colleagues look out for each other, and the work environnt is good. Apart from the high work risk and psychological pressure, I'm quite satisfied with everything else... I can't find a better alternative, so I want to stay." Jonathan laughed a little shyly, "Sorry, I was being blunt. I'm a pragmatist."
"Most people in the Investigation Departnt are pragmatists, and so am I," Engapes adjusted his gold-rimd glasses, "The glory of idealism is certainly dazzling, but only by keeping your feet on the ground can you go further."
The expressions of the four interviewers did not change, which steadied Jonathan's state of mind. He believed that his answers were good so far, and he did not show any suspicious points.
Jonathan was a transmigrator, and he could tell part of the truth. If it were his original self, he wouldn't have been able to answer the previous questions truthfully.
Engapes was asked why he wanted to stay on in the investigative division. Could he respond, "The organization has planted as an undercover agent, so I wish to remain?"
Such an answer was absolutely unacceptable. However, he would have to lie if he couldn't tell the truth. But lies cannot escape the "lie detection" superpower.
Rinaldi said, "We have a set of standards to determine whether an intern qualifies to beco a formal employee, and psychological evaluation is paramount."
"Do you an the ability when handling stress and ntal health?" Jonathan asked.
"Yes." Rinaldi's voice was deep, "You should know how dangerous our job is; I heard that you've had a tal skull replacent due to an injury."
"The tal skull is quite useful; it provides excellent protection for my head," Jonathan said.
"The federation allocates funds to the Investigation Departnt each year, and a large portion of these funds are used for casualty compensation. This job is accompanied by death. What you face is not only the death of enemies but also the death of your teammates," Rinaldi said, "We want to confirm whether you can withstand such psychological pressure."
"I believe I can handle it," Jonathan said, "I have not experienced the death of a teammate, only the death of enemies. Looking back at that scene now, I've cald down a lot."
Grolberna stared into Jonathan's eyes, "Martin submitted your record. Your first kill was not long ago, and the targets were two robbers on Baker Street."
"Yes." This ti, Jonathan gave an affirmative answer. This was sothing he had experienced, and it was indeed his first ti killing soone; he didn't need to answer ambiguously.
He said, "I overreacted that ti on Baker Street. The best way to handle the situation was not to kill. I know that."
"Your second kill was Sean, the ntally ill fugitive?" Grolberna said.
"Yes," Jonathan said.
"What was it like to kill for the first ti?" Grolberna asked.
Before Jonathan could answer, Beyema, next to Grolberna, said, "If you don't want to recall, you can refuse to answer. I know that recalling such things isn't pleasant."
Jonathan paused, choosing to answer: "Panic, confusion, fear, unreality... and nausea."
"What was different about the feeling of killing for the second ti compared to the first?" Grolberna continued.
"The second ti was even more hesitant than the first," Jonathan murmured, "But I was more proactive. I deliberately fired the gun, consciously thinking and judging, and decided to take Sean's life after deep consideration... but I do not regret doing so."
Grolberna's tone softened subtly: "You understand the reverence for life; that's good. Excessive rationality becos cruelty, and excessive sensitivity is weakness. Finding a clear boundary between reason and emotion is what you need to do."
"I understand; thank you for the reminder," Jonathan said softly.
"You've been to the psychotherapy room, haven't you?" Beyema said, "How did it feel to receive psychological counseling?"
"I've been there; Jas is very nice, chatting with him is relaxing, I like the decor of the psychotherapy office," Jonathan joked, "Hmm... if I ever have an office in the future, I would consider Jas's decoration style."
Beyema laughed softly and said, "You're an interesting person, Jonathan."
"I would like to ask, are you related to Jas?" Jonathan asked, "You look much like him and speak similarly."
"I'm his cousin," Beyema said, "He majored in psychology in college, and I majored in criminal psychology. He beca a therapist, and I beca a security officer."
"I see," Jonathan said.
"So people are very resistant to psychological counseling and therapy, especially those who are assertive and have achieved in so fields; they insist that ntal illness is not a big deal. But psychological therapy is necessary. They may have strong bodies and excellent minds, but not necessarily indomitable spirits. People always refuse to expose their vulnerable side in front of others," Beyema said, "We have many such stubborn people in the Investigation Departnt, don't learn from them. If there's a problem, go to the psychotherapy office in ti."
"I will rember your advice," Jonathan said.
Rinaldi asked Jonathan, "Do you have any goals you want to achieve?"
Jonathan said, "I don't have long-term goals at the mont. My short-term goal is to do my job well, strive for progress, and study hard."
"You can be pragmatic, but you can't just look at the present. You have to have a long-term vision," Rinaldi said.
Beyema laughed, "I quite like you, Jonathan. Would you like to move to our criminal detective team after becoming a regular employee? Your major is in criminal investigation techniques, your grades are pretty good, and your theory is solid."
Grolberna raised an eyebrow, "Are you planning to poach him already?"
I can't go there. Jonathan thought warily.
Rumor has it that Beyema's extraordinary ability is "lie detection." If Jonathan went there, the number of tis he had to deal with Beyema would increase dramatically, and he couldn't possibly lie to Beyema every ti they t. Not to ntion that Jonathan has no theoretical knowledge of criminal investigation techniques. He is still struggling with his studies. It would be over if he went there.
Jonathan thought of an excuse, "I told Captain Martin that if other team leaders don't care for their subordinates as much as he does, I wouldn't request a transfer..."
A trace of a smile appeared on Grolberna's serious face.
Beyema pretended to be regretful, "Well, that's too bad."
Engapes' communicator vibrated on his body. He looked down at it and imdiately stood up: "I have a mission, I have to go, everyone."
He nodded to his colleagues in the eting room as a farewell and walked out without pausing.
The remaining three interviewers asked Jonathan so more questions, and he prudently answered them. The whole interview process lasted about fifteen minutes.
"The interview can end now." Beyema said, "We started the interview early this ti because of ti issues. Most of us have missions to carry out, and ti is tight. It's hard to get together." She glanced at the ti, "I have sothing to do and need to leave."
Jonathan couldn't help asking, "Did I pass my interview?"
"Of course." Beyema smiled, "Congratulations on officially joining the Investigation Departnt, Jonathan."
Grolberna also gave a small smile, "You're very good, Jonathan."
"Your information in the Investigation Departnt will be updated later, and your citizen level will be raised from four to three," Rinaldi said, "Welco to the team."
The citizen level is a very important thing.
Depending on the citizen level, people enjoy different welfare benefits in society. For example, when soone wants to borrow from a bank, those with a higher citizen level are often more likely to get a low-interest loan, and there are different degrees of preferential treatnt for the monthly pension paynt and insurance business. Most law-abiding people are fourth-class citizens, those with minor criminal records are fifth-class citizens, those with major criminal records are sixth-class citizens, and sixth-class citizens will be deprived of political rights. Jonathan was promoted to a third-class citizen because he is now a federal governnt mber, and his status is different from ordinary people.
This is a world with clear class distinctions.
Jonathan faintly guessed that this interview was not testing his personal ability but his heart.
The interviewers confird whether he was lying, whether his identity was true, and whether he had ulterior motives for joining the Investigation Departnt... As long as his identity and purpose were fine, becoming a regular employee would be almost guaranteed.
Grolberna ca over to Jonathan and said, "Go find your captain. He will give you an induction training."
"Training?" Jonathan was taken aback.
"Yes, training." Grolberna said aningfully, "To show you the other side of the world... Actually, you've almost seen it, and you just don't systematically understand those things."
Jonathan thought of it: "You an..."
"Xenobiotics creature. The parasitic hydra you saw in your previous mission is just one of them. There are many more types of Xenobiotics creatures, and they are more dangerous and have more terrifying abilities," Grolberna said, "Go take a look, Jonathan. The secrets of this world are much more than you can imagine."
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