Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

It was 8 p.m. in a private room at the military hospital.

The medicine dripped slowly from the IV tube, and the bedside lamp illuminated three blank supervisory orders, their white surfaces glaringly bright.

Qi Tongwei leaned against the headboard, with the seal box delivered by the provincial department's confidential clerk on his right. His complexion was barely better than a sheet of white paper.

The nurse pushed open the door and saw the documents spread out on the table; her brows furrowed immediately.

"Director Qi, the doctor said you can't work after the surgery."

Qi Tongwei didn't argue, but glanced at the IV stand.

"Could you please move the shelf half a foot to the right?"

The nurse was stunned.

"Why move it?"

Qi Tongwei stretched his right hand out from under the covers, holding a pen between his fingers.

"To make it easier to sign."

Nurse:"……"

Lu Yike stood at the door, still holding the briefcase she had just delivered. Upon hearing this, her face turned even more pale than the nurse's, but she didn't rush forward to snatch the pen.

The nurse moved the IV stand to the right, and the wheels made a thud as they rolled over the floor tiles.

"Ten minutes at most." The nurse placed the tray on the cabinet. "I'll come back to collect the pens in ten minutes. If you don't listen, I'll go to the head nurse."

Qi Tongwei nodded, "I'll do as you say."

The nurse looked at him suspiciously, as if she had heard something unusual, and then walked away with the tray.

As soon as the door closed, Lu Yike put her briefcase on the chair.

"You agreed so readily just now, but I'm actually a little worried."

Qi Tongwei flattened the first supervisory order.

"They're the ones with syringes; I can't afford to mess with them right now."

Lu Yike didn't laugh.

She walked to the bedside, her gaze falling on the heading of the document, "Qin No. 2 retrial?"

Qi Tongwei hummed in agreement and wrote the first line in the blank space.

"The entire process was recorded simultaneously, with legal documentation obtained through the lawyer's application, and the interrogation outline filed. Every word Qin Erhao utters now will be something he'll never be able to regret later."

The pen scratched across the paper, making a soft, scratching sound.

Lu Yike opened the inkpad box and pushed it to his right.

"You're essentially sealing off the interrogation room first."

"Block him, and block us too." Qi Tongwei pressed his fingerprint. "If anyone says the provincial department forced a confession, present the video, the outline, and the lawyer's application, and let him choose his own way of dying."

Lu Yike took the first copy and blew on the ink.

"What about the second one?"

Qi Tongwei turned to the next page, his pen hovering below the title.

"Access control check for the evidence room. Check the access records for master tapes, backup disks, and seal numbers within the last 72 hours."

Lu Yike sensed something was wrong and looked up at him.

"Avoiding names?"

Qi Tongwei finished writing the date, his right wrist trembling slightly.

"Don't touch it. Whoever gets caught will know where we've been. Check the footprints first, don't scare the birds."

Footsteps came from outside the door.

A confidential clerk from the provincial department peeked out from behind the door. He was a tall, thin young man with his collar buttoned up tightly and holding a registration book in his hand.

"Director Qi, the three supervisory orders have been pre-assigned. I'll take them back for entry after you sign them."

Qi Tongwei raised his chin slightly.

"Stand at the door and wait, don't come in."

The confidential staff member paused, a look of embarrassment flashing across his face.

Lu Yike turned to look at him.

"Can't understand?"

The confidential staff member immediately stepped outside the door and hugged the register even tighter.

The ward fell silent, save for the sound of the IV drip.

When Qi Tongwei signed the third document, he wrote it a little slower.

"Retrieve old case files from Haizhou. The scope is limited to the 1998 Haizhou Port smuggling case, the port restructuring list, and the throughput records of berth No. 07."

Lu Yike memorized these words.

"Avoid Haizhou?"

"Yes." Qi Tongwei bit off the pen cap, then realized it was inconvenient and used his right hand to snap it back on. "First, check the provincial archives. If things move in Haizhou, there will be more than one gray truck."

Lu Yike's brow twitched.

"Do you know about the grey car?"

Qi Tongwei looked at the hidden pocket of her briefcase.

"As soon as you got back, you looked out the window, then checked the door lock. Your briefcase was tucked tighter in the side pocket than when you left. You must have seen something on the way."

Lu Yike didn't respond for a moment.

She picked up the third supervisory order; the edges of the pages trembled slightly under the light.

"Haizhou license plate, outside the inpatient department. Lin Huahua is already being investigated; it hasn't entered the provincial system."

Qi Tongwei leaned back against the pillow.

"well done."

There was another knock on the door.

When Zhou Weiguo entered, he was enveloped in the night wind, the cuffs of his military uniform still damp with the chill of the outside air. He noticed the three supervisory orders on the bedside table and slowed his pace.

"Director Qi, I've come to retrieve the copy of the military memorandum left by Secretary Shen."

Qi Tongwei pulled a folded piece of paper from under his pillow and handed it over.

"Anything unusual on the northern route?"

Zhou Weiguo paused as he took the paper, his gaze sweeping between Lu Yike and Qi Tongwei.

"Secretary Shen only gave one instruction: hold Handong and do not advance rashly."

Qi Tongwei smiled, but the smile was very faint.

"He's afraid I'll make the ward my frontline."

Lu Yike carefully clipped the three supervisory orders together.

"You've started treating this hospital ward like a provincial government building."

Zhou Weiguo looked at the inkpad, pen, and blank envelope on the table, his lips moved, but he didn't interrupt.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from the doorway.

Lin Huahua rushed in carrying her laptop, her hair disheveled by the wind, her bag strap slung diagonally over her shoulder.

"Director Lu, Director Qi, we've found it."

She placed the computer on the movable table at the foot of the bed, and the screen lit up, displaying a dense row of login records.

"The surveillance footage from the evidence room was erased for 47 minutes. The access source indicated it was the general administrator account of the provincial information center. The login IP was hijacked and used as an internal network jump server, making the terminal invisible on the surface."

Lu Yike looked at Qi Tongwei.

Qi Tongwei didn't let her speak, and tapped the edge of the screen with his right hand.

"Don't arrest the chief administrator."

Lin Huahua was stunned. "But the account belongs to him."

Qi Tongwei put down his pen.

"Accounts can be borrowed, permissions can be cloned, and people can be used as scapegoats. Login history, timestamps, and terminal cache residue are all checked through external machines, without touching the main server."

Lin Huahua, holding her laptop, straightened her back immediately.

"Understood. When fishing, don't reel in the net."

Lu Yike looked at Qi Tongwei and slowly exhaled.

"The account holder may be a decoy; the real danger lies in the cloned privileges."

Qi Tongwei glanced at her.

"You interrogate Qin No. 2, and I'll fish for this fish."

The nurse pushed open the door and came in, holding a thermometer.

She saw three people, a computer, and three official documents standing in the room, and her face immediately darkened.

"Ten minutes are up."

Qi Tongwei shut up and handed over the pen.

The nurse put down her pen and took the inkpad box with her.

Several people in the room were looking at her.

The nurse stuffed the inkpad box into the tray, her face stern.

"What are you looking at? Inkpad is also considered an office supply."

Lin Huahua opened her mouth.

Zhou Weiguo lowered his head and coughed.

Lu Yike walked over and put the three documents away from the table.

"Chief Qi, you only have one task left tonight: sleep."

Qi Tongwei looked at the confiscated pen, then at the tray in the nurse's hand.

"I would like to request a drink of water."

The nurse pushed the water glass to his right.

"approve."

As night deepened, half of the hospital room lights were turned off.

Lin Huahua sat on a bench at the end of the corridor, her computer on her lap, the external network card plugged in, the screen emitting a cold light.

At 1:17 a.m., a red alert suddenly popped up in the monitoring window.

The provincial information center's administrator account is online again.

The login screen stopped at the "Evidence Room Backup Directory".

Lin Huahua's hand hovered over the keyboard; the text message had already been sent.

In the ward, Qi Tongwei opened his eyes and reached for the memo under his pillow with his right hand.

The fish have arrived.