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The Analysis Department of the Special Affairs Bureau’s headquarters is located between the fifth floors, 448 to 452.

Not only are the ceilings higher, but some areas have had their floors hollowed out to install huge scientific research equipment like MRI machines, high-throughput gene sequencers, and chromatographs.

The "scientific research" here doesn’t just refer to modern science, but also includes occultism and mysticism,

resulting in quite a magical scene—on the same ground, scientists in white lab coats on the left are conducting collision experiments with a particle accelerator,

while on the right, a group of High-level Mages in Daoist robes, abbots in cassocks with ritual knives, and even shamans in ghost masks and animal skin skirts are performing large-scale spiritual rituals.

On the white walls above, two lines of slogans are prominently painted,

[Persevering in Exploration, Courageous in Innovation, Selfless Dedication]

[Objective Judgment, Rational Verification, Reject Superstition]

"No matter how many times I see it, I still find it ridiculous."

Wanli Sealed Blade’s eye twitched as he walked out of the elevator with Xing Hechou.

"This muon data is incorrect. Why is it 80 GeV at one moment and 120 GeV the next?"

A physicist scratched his shiny bald head and turned to look at the shaman beside him, "What do the ancestors say?"

"Ooga wooga ooga wooga!"

The shaman wearing a ghost face mask waved his wooden magic wand, hopped around the bonfire twice, then pulled out a piece of charcoal from the fire, and carefully observed the patterns on it,

solemnly saying, "The ancestors say your detector channel response is uneven, possibly due to a miscalibrated trajectory tracker or muon detector.

You’ll need to recalibrate the HLC."

The shaman noticed the two approaching, waved his hand from afar, took off the mask, revealing his true appearance,

a young and attractive woman wearing thin-framed gold glasses, with antlers on her head and long white hair reaching her waist.

"Good evening, Director Xing, Mr. Sealed Blade. The Minister and Deputy Minister are not here, so I am in charge of reception. Please wait a moment, I will change my clothes."

Bai Ze, a researcher in the Analysis Department, and also a representative who previously negotiated with the Star-casting Anvil to commission the creation of a series of Otherworld survival equipment.

While Bai Ze stepped away, Wanli Sealed Blade quietly asked Xing Hechou, "Why can the ancestors answer questions in the field of high-energy physics? Is it really like villagers sharing controlled nuclear fusion technology with you?"

"The ancient people just didn’t have the conditions, not because they were dumb."

Xing Hechou roughly knew the principle behind this mystical ritual, quietly saying, "In some Script Worlds with supernatural elements, the soul’s dispersal rate is abnormally slow,

so they can retain relatively intact self-awareness and memory after death, even retaining the ability to continue learning.

So we brought back a batch of ancestral spirits, like Zu Chongzhi, Shen Kuo, Song Yingxing, etc.,

and just happened to have cultivation techniques and magical artifacts to enhance the computational ability of spiritual bodies, allowing them to continue learning and contribute to national scientific research."

"? There’s such an operation,"

Wanli Sealed Blade clicked his tongue, "No wonder I read in the Prometheus Times that the Special Affairs Bureau’s overtime is serious, and even if you die, you have to be pulled up to continue working."

"Western media’s everyday slander is all."

Xing Hechou shrugged, and at this moment Bai Ze had already changed into a researcher’s white lab coat, "Please follow me, the [Brain Terminal Operation] program is ready."

As a department that analyzes the occult with rational thinking, the Analysis Department embraces all kinds of theories from all spheres.

The launched [Brain Terminal Operation] consists of dozens of detection programs.

Wanli Sealed Blade first changed into a patient’s gown, then had blood drawn, brain waves measured, was hypnotized, and even awkwardly placed an aluminum pot on his head to receive the so-called Qi Gong Master’s treatment.

"Strange, no anomalies were detected... except for slightly weakened kidney function."

Bai Ze slightly frowned. The dozens of detection programs in [Brain Terminal Operation] are deeply nested, enough to screen for any anomalies,

and the high-level officials of the Special Affairs Bureau, as well as leaders of other departments, come here every few months for a check-up to prevent any malicious plots from other forces.

"Only the last program remains..."

The patient-gowned Wanli Sealed Blade, under Bai Ze’s direction, lay inside a wooden machine.

The machine was shaped like a combination of a spinning wheel and a weaving loom, with more unknown-function gears, linkages, and crank structures added in.

The metal structure was slightly rusted, but the wood was particularly new, engraved with dotted lines that emitted a mild scent.

At the bottom of the machine, a high-power industrial plug was installed, drawing a steady stream of energy directly from the Hidden Room·Star Corridor controlled by the Special Affairs Bureau.

Wanli Sealed Blade lay on the top of the machine, his head slightly exposed outside the edge, casually asking, "What is this device? How come my detection methods can’t see the system description?"

"This is an item discovered by our Mobile Task Force agent while exploring the killing field. It is called the [Luoshu Loom], and its function is to read threads of fate and weave them into complex patterns.

Due to its overly chaotic function, there is no system description."

Bai Ze explained, "You know the Han Dynasty Jacquard Machine, right? It’s similar to the complex patterns on Han Brocade that the ordinary people can’t understand,

and even we have to rely on AI deep learning to forcefully decode it. The accuracy of predicting the future and peering into the past is about sixty to seventy percent."

Sixty percent sounds low, but it’s actually quite high. High-level Transcendents frequently travel between different Script Worlds, with too many variables of fate,

and even the Navigator Guild, famous for divination, can only achieve a 30% to 40% accuracy rate in prophecies for Level 35 and above High-level Transcendents.

"Alright then..."

Wanli Sealed Blade became increasingly drowsy and eventually fell asleep. A glowing strand of thread popped from his forehead, naturally hanging down, extending into the machine below.