Chapter 35: The Truth

  The coffin walked to Peng's side, and the two of them whispered in low voices. But I felt a chill, my wet clothes clinging tightly to my body, how nice it would be to take a hot bath now.

  They seemed to have decided something, and the coffin sat beside me smiling:

  "It's cold, we're also cold, but grave robbing is just that realistic. Without superhuman willpower, you can't withstand this damned environment."

  "What do you want to say?"

  "How to start, it's hard to have a good opening remark. The purpose of inviting you here this time is to test your adaptability in this unfamiliar environment and develop your joining our organization. You've done well all the way along."

  "What? You've got me dizzy with your one foot in the sky and one foot on the ground. Just now you said I knew there was danger, but now you're telling me to join. Is any of what you say true?"

  "Listen up, everything I'm saying from now on is the truth. Everything that happened before was a test for you, and it's also a prerequisite for us to let you join. If you were a coward who fears death, we would have let you leave long ago."

  "Does the test include the big octopus from just now?"

  "That was beyond our expectations, we thought there wouldn't be such a thing here, because the archives in the National Bureau didn't indicate it, so we didn't notice. Don't rush, I'll explain slowly, you also know my identity now, due to the intense competition in society, we've moved from above ground to underground, gradually joining the work in the tomb, but because of lack of experience, accidents often occur, and our personnel are decreasing bit by bit. That time when we were excavating 'that' tomb, something happened that I still dare not imagine."

  As I said this, I saw Pengpeng shivering all over his body, and I didn't know if he was really cold or just scared.

  "That was Pongpang's first time joining our operation, we just let him guard the tomb entrance, so only I and he escaped, everyone else was wiped out."

  Just at the door, he was scared like this, how much terrifying memories is that coffin bearing now? He even dare not mention the name of the cemetery he developed, but only use 'that' to replace it.

  "After that, the National Security Bureau almost disbanded our organization, but considering our mood, they temporarily let it go. So now our only task is to develop new people and expand our scale. And you are the first one."

  "But I don't understand anything, why don't you go find those professionals?"

  "Professionals won't care about us, they can embezzle enough money to spend for three years, while we don't even have our salaries now. We can only return the things from the tomb to the country and then there will be bonuses issued. However, the income from the work of concealing identities arranged by the country still belongs to ourselves."

  "How much money is that? You guys are too pitiful, working hard for the country and only getting this little in return?"

  "After all, we are also national civil servants, and you will soon become one of us. It's only right that you understand these things. When selecting talent, we can only choose those with good mental quality, strong adaptability, and a calm head in times of danger. As for the knowledge of grave robbing, it can be supplemented later. I hope to grow through practice."

  His words reminded me of the TV series "My Team Leader My Team" that is currently airing. We are just a cannon fodder team, without any equipment, a group of scattered soldiers, and our superiors have already given up on us, but we are still fighting for our own dignity. Mental quality, adaptability, calmness, to put it nicely, you have good character, to put it harshly, you're just filling in the numbers, otherwise they wouldn't be telling me the truth in this kind of environment. Knowing the truth is really dangerous, not because of one's identity, but because of the unknown from this graveyard, where even death would go unnoticed and feel empty.

  It's not for anything else, I'm only for myself. It's infuriating that I was chosen just to fill a quota, and the fact that one person's ability can't be recognized is a huge insult to him. And now I'm being forced to accept under this kind of insult.

  "What the hell tomb raid, what the hell organization, what the hell country. I won't do it, I won't accept this kind of disguised coercion. I'm an ordinary person, but I also want to save face. If you only need me because you're short-handed, then goodbye."