With the aid of psychic abilities, many things that were once impossible will become certainties. Psychic abilities are a skill, a way to transform the world. Sooner or later, they will be mastered by every psychic. Jiang Ling isn't exactly ahead of everyone; she's just a lucky individual who has combined the best of many schools.
She didn't see Tang Wanzhou return until dinner time. While she was waiting, she was startled by several doctors who rushed over in a hurry.
"Hey! Are you okay in there?"
"So everything's fine? What's that smell in here? What did you burn in the room?"
"Spontaneous combustion? Uh, forget it... No, we can't reissue it for you. You have to go there and file a report!"
After sending away those smiling men in white coats, Jiang Ling had no choice but to follow the directions they gave her and go to a logistics department.
The logistics department is not far from the dormitory. Next to it is an indoor shooting range. When passing by, the sound of bullets being fired can be heard from the door.
A group of people gathered around the giant LCD screen in the logistics department, watching a live broadcast of a memorial ceremony that had been publicized for several days.
This year's ceremony had some new changes compared to last year. In addition to some traditional anti-war propaganda, a small number of singing and dancing performances were added, which did increase the ratings slightly.
Jiang Ling squeezed through the crowd and walked to a counter, showing her number plate and damaged wristband. The person on duty immediately understood her intention.
A form was handed to her with plenty of space, but it actually only required her signature.
"The last time you collected it was... five hours ago?" The officer on duty looked through the records on the computer with a strange expression.
"Yeah! This thing is of terrible quality. It caught fire shortly after I used it."
"Spontaneous combustion? That's not a good reason! You have to find another one." He said seriously.
"Any recommendations?"
The officer did not answer, but just typed a line of words on the keyboard: Change the color.
"Okay, that's it. The review will be passed soon. Please wait here for a moment."
Not long after, a delivery robot followed the ceiling track, emerged from a pipe, and landed above the counter. Its belly compartment opened, and a hook as thick as a chopstick, driven by a motor, quickly descended in front of Jiang Ling.
Hanging on the hook was a paper bag with a small box inside.
"Are there no other procedures?" Jiang Ling asked.
"No, the entire process is handled by an automated system. Sooner or later, even we may not be needed anymore." The officer on duty sighed.
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