"Captain, this is just too much. What did Director Parker say to you? Don’t tell me even Director Parker has to give face to The Foster Family. We’ve always been the ones following up on Ryan Foster’s undercover agents..."

"Don’t even know who these people are, but they’re way too overbearing. Director Parker is actually bringing people to cooperate with them..."

"Captain, we need to go ask Director Parker for an explanation. If he acts like this, how is our Major Case Squad supposed to do our job..."

…………

Not long after, David Thompson heard voices coming from outside.

David Thompson’s hearing is especially sharp now, and since the door wasn’t fully closed, he could clearly hear the voices from the next room.

Not only could he hear them clearly, but the images of the two people immediately appeared in his mind. One of them was Old Mark, who had taken David Thompson and the others out for late-night snacks before.

Old Mark was also a veteran inspector, but from the way he talked during that meal, it was clear he had a strong sense of justice and quite admired their young female captain.

"What if we don’t cooperate, Old Mark? Did you forget about that case from six years ago you mentioned, or last year’s massacre case where the The Walker Family five brothers killed eleven people in revenge..."

At that moment, Grace Miller’s voice came through, clearly annoyed yet full of helplessness.

"Ah... Captain, you mean those people?"

"Captain, are they from a special department?"

Old Mark and the other person obviously knew a bit about it.

Grace Miller said irritably, "As long as you know, that’s enough. They have special privileges. When it comes to these matters, we have to cooperate. Alright, everyone disperse. Just notify The Foster Family to come identify the body."

Old Mark: "Captain, what if they want to pursue this..."

Grace Miller: "If they want to pursue it, let them go to Director Parker, or those people from the special departments."

After saying this, Grace Miller’s crisp footsteps sounded. Others couldn’t hear it, but David Thompson could hear Grace Miller muttering to herself as she walked over.

"Stealing my case again, so what if you’re a psychic? It’s not like I haven’t dealt with psychics before..."

"All of you, just bullying me because I haven’t awakened, right? Just because I can’t communicate with spirits, right..."

…………

David Thompson: "..."

At this moment, David Thompson was really straining his ears to listen.

He suddenly felt that his hearing had improved by at least thirty percent compared to when he was tested. Otherwise, there’s no way he could have heard even Grace Miller’s muttering.

But it was exactly these words that made David Thompson feel excited.

Grace Miller definitely wasn’t clueless. What are psychics? What does awakening and spirit communication mean?

Obviously, there’s an official department in charge of this.

The Inspection Bureau clearly wasn’t cooperating with this kind of thing for the first time, but he didn’t know what the situation was like.

He only heard a few sentences before Grace Miller pushed the door open and came in.

When Grace Miller entered, she saw David Thompson playing with his phone. She helplessly pushed a statement form toward David Thompson and took out a confidentiality agreement.

"This matter is over. The higher-ups are taking over, and the procedure is simplified. Just sign these two documents and you can go home. Read the confidentiality agreement carefully—once you sign, it’s legally binding."

If he hadn’t just overheard their conversation outside, David Thompson might have actually believed her.

As he signed, David Thompson casually asked, "After all, someone died, and The Foster Family isn’t an ordinary family. Will anything happen to Xia Tian?" "He’s very safe right now, you can rest assured about that. By the way, I’m about to get off work too. Where are you going? I’ll give you a ride..." Grace Miller clearly didn’t want to keep talking about this.

Because these matters were no longer under her jurisdiction.

If he hadn’t overheard some things, David Thompson would have just left on his own, but now he wanted to learn more.

"Alright, grrrr..."

As soon as David Thompson agreed, his stomach growled even louder than his voice.

Grace Miller, who had been a bit upset and even a little dejected, was amused by the sound.

"You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? How about this: I often go to the snack street next to your Inspection University and Jianghai University. I’ll treat you to something before you go home."

Of course, David Thompson couldn’t say why his stomach was growling. Seeing Grace Miller already getting up to leave, he could only follow.

"Captain Miller, you treated last time, let me treat you this time."

Grace Miller walked very fast—most people couldn’t keep up, but David Thompson clearly wasn’t one of them.

Hearing David Thompson’s words, Grace Miller, walking ahead, waved her hand: "No need. Don’t be fooled by my job—I get paid well. Don’t worry about it. We’ve looked into your company; it’s just a two-person startup, and with the tourism industry in a slump, you’re probably not doing much better than a college student."

Well, David Thompson really didn’t mind, but she was certainly straightforward, and what she said was true.

Running a company with Brian Carter, they made some money, but not much. Lately, with Brian Carter away and the tourism business bad, they were making even less. Otherwise, David Thompson wouldn’t be considering retaking the inspector exam or looking for a job.

Since Grace Miller had said this much, David Thompson didn’t argue with her anymore.

A small shop on the snack street by Jianghai University, tucked away in a secluded corner by the roadside—a small beef hotpot, a few side dishes, and some barbecue.