I accidentally joined a group of charlatans, so I immediately called the police and handed it over t

The gentle female voice on the other end of the phone fell into a long silence.

Chen Xi did not urge him.

He held his phone quietly, his gaze fixed on the crumpled napkin on the conference table.

He was well aware of the weight of his words.

Supernatural events?

High-tech crime?

A real pill suddenly fell out of the phone screen?

They even specifically named names and demanded intervention at the national security level?

Hearing this explanation, the first reaction of any normal person would definitely not be astonishment.

Rather, this person has gone mad.

They are either seriously ill patients who escaped from a mental hospital, or they suffer from severe hallucinations due to excessive drug use.

A good ten seconds or so passed before the gentle female voice rang out again.

The tone changed completely.

It is no longer the kind of procedurally mild approach that comes from professional training.

It was not so much a sense of tension as it was an extremely serious atmosphere, but rather one of intense tension, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Sir, please confirm that you are currently in a safe situation?"

Have you used or injected any hallucinogenic drugs? Or have you recently sought medical attention for a mental illness?

Chen Xi gave a self-deprecating smile; as expected, he was being mistaken for a drug addict.

"I am perfectly sober, logically sound, and ready to be tested for alcohol and drugs at any time."

Chen Xi pressed the speakerphone button and placed the phone flat in the center of the conference table.

"To let you know my mental state, I can turn on speakerphone."

"You can listen to my breathing rate and see if it sounds like someone who's high."

Chen Xi took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

His breathing was long, steady, and powerful.

"I reiterate that I take full legal responsibility for every word I say."

These words had an effect.

Clear logic, an unquestionable tone, and the composure that only the most rational person possesses.

The stern female voice on the other end of the phone paused again.

This time the background noise was even more chaotic, and you could vaguely hear someone shouting things like "Location locked" and "Notify the local police station".

"Yes, sir."

"We have located you. Please stay where you are, do not move, and do not contact anyone."

"Our officers are nearby and will arrive immediately."

"clear."

Chen Xi hung up the phone.

He leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

The huge weight that had been pressing on my heart miraculously disappeared the moment I made that decision.

Hand this hot potato—no, this hot nuclear bomb—to the organization most capable of dealing with it.

This is the best solution he could think of as an ordinary office worker.

Instead of living in constant fear and anxiety about being dissected or kidnapped, it's better to have this thing in your hands.

Why not just overturn the table and let the government take the stage?

Less than five minutes later, a police siren suddenly came from downstairs, growing louder as it approached.

The harsh, piercing sound broke the silence of the science park late at night.

Immediately afterwards, a series of hurried and heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor.

That was the sound of standard leather boots stepping on the tiled floor, uniform and carrying a chilling sense of oppression.

"Bang!"

The conference room door was suddenly pushed open.

Two uniformed police officers rushed in.

One old and one young.

Their expressions were highly vigilant, and their right hands almost instinctively rested on the holsters at their waists.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, instantly sweeping across every corner of the entire conference room.

Finally, two pairs of eyes locked onto Chen Xi at the end of the conference table, and the inconspicuous little paper package on the table in front of him.

They were all too familiar with this kind of scene.

It looks exactly like the scene where some drug addicts are caught red-handed using drugs in an office building.

"Police! Don't move!"

The older police officer shouted sternly, his voice loud and deafening.

He slightly hunched his body, assuming a tactical stance ready to pounce at any moment.

Chen Xi was very cooperative.

He slowly raised his hands, palms facing outwards, making a standard "I'm harmless" gesture.

"Officer, don't be nervous, I'm the one who called the police."

His eyes were clear as he gestured to the phone and the paper package on the table.

"My name is Chen Xi. I just called the police using a phone number ending in 8848."

The report stated that the caller requested the intervention of the National Security Bureau to receive high-tech items from an unknown source.

Chen Xi calmly repeated exactly what he had just said to the emergency call center.

The air seemed to freeze.

The two police officers exchanged a glance, both seeing deep suspicion and a hint of absurdity in each other's eyes.

A pill fell out of my phone?

Has this guy lost his mind?

The younger police officers stepped forward, maintaining a safe distance of two meters.

"Show me your ID card."

He questioned Chen Xi in a low voice while carefully observing Chen Xi's pupils and facial expressions.

Try to look for signs such as dilated pupils, runny nose, or confusion.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed.

Aside from his pale complexion due to long hours of overtime, Chen Xi's eyes were frighteningly clear.

The older police officer was wearing white gloves.

He cautiously approached the conference table, his eyes fixed on the paper package.

Even though he thought it was the delusion of a madman, his professional ethics prevented him from being careless in the slightest.

What if it's some new type of biochemical agent?

The atmosphere became very tense and awkward.

Chen Xi could sense that the young policeman was even examining the veins in his arm, looking for needle marks.

They've come to see themselves as either a madman making a false police report or a drug addict hallucinating from high.

As long as nothing suspicious is found in that paper package.

The next second, a pair of silver bracelets will be on your wrist.

The older police officer took out tweezers from his pocket, picked up the paper package, and was about to open it to check the contents.

Just then.

"bite--"

A crisp mechanical buzzing sound rang out again from Chen Xi's phone.

The sound seemed particularly abrupt in the deathly silent conference room, like some kind of countdown signal.

The three of them were immediately drawn to it.

On the phone screen, there was a simple and unadorned interface for the "Heavenly Court Communication Group".

A new message popped up, featuring a large, glittering gold red envelope icon.

Sender: [God of Wealth]

P.S.: "The new kid doesn't know the rules! Red envelopes have to be given this way to show sincerity! I'll teach you!"

Chen Xi's heart skipped a beat.

coming!

These gods really love to stir up trouble.

But then he thought, isn't this the best evidence?

This is absolutely divine assistance!

He looked at the two police officers.

Their eyes were also fixed on the screen, their faces filled with confusion.

They were probably thinking, "What time is it? How can this suspect still be in the mood to grab WeChat red envelopes?"

"Officer, watch closely."

Under the utterly shocked gaze of the two police officers.

Chen Xi stretched out his finger and lightly tapped it in front of them.

My fingertip touched the shiny gold red envelope icon.

Congratulations! You've won a red envelope from the God of Wealth—1 "Wealth-Attracting Golden Pill".

The text on the screen flashed by.

next second.

A sudden change occurred.

The originally flat phone screen suddenly rippled like water.

"Clatter".

A crisp sound of impact rang out.

That was the sound of metal striking a wooden tabletop, sounding heavy and textured.

A golden pill just fell out of nowhere from the bottom of the phone screen.

It is not some illusory light and shadow, but real matter.

Its surface is engraved with clear and intricate copper coin patterns, which refract a mesmerizing luster under the light.

The pill rolled onto the smooth conference table.

"Rolling around—"

It rolled along until it finally stopped next to the napkin containing the black pill.

Two pills, one black and one gold, lay quietly together.

A peculiar fragrance instantly filled the air.

It was a sweet, cloying scent, like brand-new banknotes mixed with the finest sandalwood. Just one whiff of it made you feel refreshed and as if you'd suddenly become rich.

A deathly silence fell over the conference room.

The two police officers were completely stunned.

They remained motionless in their original poses, like two statues frozen in place.

The young policeman's eyes were wide open like saucers, his pupils contracted sharply, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg.

The experienced veteran police officer was now ashen-faced.

His hand holding the tweezers froze in mid-air, the tips of the tweezers still trembling slightly.

Materialist worldview.

At that moment, it was smashed to pieces by this tiny, out-of-the-sky golden pill.

What kind of magic trick? What kind of illusion?

Under close visual observation, on a conference table without any props or aids.

This is a miracle!

"Holy crap... Holy shit..."

The young police officer finally regained his voice.

But his throat was dry, and he could only utter these two words that represented the ultimate shock to humanity.

This was completely beyond the scope of any knowledge he had learned at the police academy.

The older police officer reacted even more violently.

He suddenly took half a step back, even knocking over the chair behind him.

His hand holding the walkie-talkie was trembling violently, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He suddenly brought the walkie-talkie to his mouth.

The sound became shrill, distorted, and even slightly cracked due to extreme horror and fear.

"Command center! Command center!"

"Requesting backup! Requesting the highest level of backup!!"

"On the 18th floor of Building B, Kexing Building, an inexplicable supernatural phenomenon is occurring here!"

The veteran policeman stared intently at the golden pill on the table, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He swallowed hard, and roared with all his might:

"Repeat! This is not a drill! This is not a drill!"

"Request that the scene be sealed off immediately! Notify the SWAT team! Notify...notify the higher-ups!!"