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The light reflecting off the tall buildings fell into the bubble tea shop on the commercial street, where a girl wearing a baseball cap was focused on her phone. Like most of her classmates, she didn’t attract much attention.
As the clock struck eleven, Yuan Xiao prepared to get up and leave. Just as she stood, a voice came from behind her.
"Leaving already? Have you gathered enough information?"
The sudden voice startled Yuan Xiao, causing her to freeze momentarily. She adjusted her cap and turned to see a face that most would consider handsome. He was someone she felt was out of her reach; Yuan Xiao was acutely aware of this.
"Who are you?"
She hadn’t touched the bubble tea on the table, and her throat felt a bit dry.
In front of him were two cups of coffee, and he gestured invitingly toward her.
"Don’t be nervous, little girl. I’m here to help you."
He flashed a friendly smile, reminiscent of a wolf enticing Little Red Riding Hood. After hesitating for a moment, Yuan Xiao took a seat across from him. However, the wariness in her eyes didn’t fade; the fact that he had found her so quickly suggested that she might have exposed herself.
"Coffee can help you stay alert and focus. Let’s talk about our potential collaboration, shall we?"
"Collaboration?" Yuan Xiao frowned.
She didn’t need to collaborate with anyone; she could bear the consequences alone.
"I know who your next target is—Xia Hui, right?"
"He’s not someone you can just move against with any plan. His bodyguards would choke you out before you got close. Little girl, I can provide you with some means."
Yuan Xiao was a smart girl and understood the advantages of having help.
"Why are you helping me?"
"Do you remember the person you encountered this morning? He’s my target too. I want to recruit him, but most people prefer to walk into their own demise, don’t they?"
He held the coffee in his hand, but for some reason, Yuan Xiao felt it resembled red wine. The slight swirling motion didn’t look like someone simply drinking coffee.
"He’s not Wang Zhiyan’s friend; he’s from the police department?"
Her tone was certain.
"In that case, do you want me to create trouble for him?"
Even though she had already confronted two people, there was no hint of the ruthlessness or coldness typical of a killer in Yuan Xiao's gaze—only calmness remained.
For a man who had seen many people, such a girl was indeed attractive.
"Trouble? No, it’s not that. You have potential; my organization needs you."
As for causing trouble, that's a different matter. Once you've resolved your own issues, I have a pile of things here that need your help. You can live under another identity instead of waiting to be caught.
The man laid out his terms, making it clear that the price was the girl's freedom, which would rest in his hands.
Could there really be freedom after killing someone?
Yuan Xiao's silence didn't last long; she still hadn't touched the cup of coffee in front of her.
"I don't want to be a fugitive. All I need is justice—just justice."
This response displeased the man, who questioned her. "When you made your choice, did you really think you were standing on the side of justice?"
Yuan Xiao stood up again; she found it hard to communicate with this person.
"Letting those who have done wrong pay the price they deserve—that is my justice. Don’t interfere with my decision."
Her voice was calm, not a decision made in a fit of anger, and the man sighed helplessly.
"Alright, young lady, at least let us have a chance to get to know each other. If you encounter an unsolvable problem, you can come to me, provided you don't expose my identity."
Yuan Xiao accepted his business card, uncertain if she would regret it later.
In the afternoon, Lin Yuan didn't stay at the station but found an internet café nearby that had private rooms.
In a day and a half, he had gradually figured out the general workings of the police station. He understood Zheng Yun's situation best; all the paper documents in the archives had been uploaded to the police database.
Access to the database was restricted; only those with sufficient permissions could enter.
After visiting the IT department once, Lin Yuan noted down the URL.
With access to a criminal system learning space, Lin Yuan's hacking skills grew rapidly. After easily bypassing the firewall, his fingers danced across the keyboard.
His eyes sparkled with excitement.
No one knew better than Lin Yuan that behind Zhang Yaozhi's arrests lay hidden secrets that seemed untouched but actually put him in a precarious position.
At that moment, a small window appeared on the internal police website—a simple icon for the archives.
It was dark blue with a police badge and bore the words "Archives" prominently.
Lin Yuan planned to write up all the cases he remembered from the criminal system in his mind, including those from recent days.
He set the permissions to be visible to everyone; as long as they weren't blind, they would be able to see clearly.
While Lin Yuan busily wrote away by himself, he completely overlooked the group of people behind him working silently.
In the police IT department, signs of an intrusion on their own URL were too obvious, causing panic among the officers responsible for this area.
They had started reverse tracking fifteen minutes ago, only to find that the intruder's address was actually within their police station—how could this be possible?
All computers had been checked with no issues found; were they mistaken?
Many officers began to complain, feeling that this was wasting their time.
It was impossible; if it weren't for the police department's computer, they wouldn't have been able to find our website at all.
What kind of international joke is this? If it wasn't done by someone internal, it couldn't possibly have been casually output by someone else, right?
As someone refreshed the interface again, they were astonished to see an icon appear on the screen.
What is this? A program designed by someone up top?
This question left everyone in the room momentarily stunned. What was that?
They hurried back to their seats and saw the words "File Room" appear on the interface, which had previously been a blank space.
An officer from the IT department looked at his superior.
Should we click on it and see? We need to know what this person is really up to.
After receiving permission, he double-clicked the icon, and in less than a second, the interface appeared before many officers, clearly displaying the words "File Room."
However, below that were dozens of cases listed, with detailed explanations of the crime details and methods.
The first case listed was that of Zhong Anguo. Although some characters and locations were different, the methods and techniques used were completely identical.
If the other party knew about Zhong Anguo's case, they must have based it on his; yet what lay before them now was another case entirely.
What did this mean?
While the officers were still in shock, the voice of the head of the IT department rang out.
Look at the cases below.
The mouse clicked on the next one, revealing yet another case they recognized—only this time, the characters didn't match up.
After reviewing several cases, those who had previously participated in investigations began to understand gradually.
If these cases weren't appearing by chance, then they were deliberately orchestrated by someone. The other party had so many criminal techniques at their disposal that they seemed completely unconcerned about being traced back to them.
After looking at a few more cases, they felt a sense of dread; based on an ordinary officer's deductive abilities, unraveling these would require considerable effort.
If the other party possessed even more advanced criminal methods, how would their district police station respond?
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