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

At 11:05 a.m., the nurses at the military hospital had just finished their shift change.

Qi Tongwei leaned against the headboard, his left arm in a sling, a lit cigarette between his fingers. The nurse stood in the doorway and stared at him for three seconds. He put the cigarette back on the bedside table and casually pushed the lighter away.

The door was pushed open, and Lin Huahua came in carrying a computer, her shoes making a sound as they scraped against the floor tiles.

"Chief Qi, at 3:17 AM, the administrator account has logged in."

Qi Tongwei didn't reply, but raised his hand to gesture for her to put the computer down.

Lin Huahua placed the computer on the small table and lowered her voice, "The login location shows the Provincial Department Archives, and the access path is the Evidence Room Backup Directory, which stays for four minutes and twenty-two seconds."

The technician followed behind, clutching the USB drive, sweat beading on his forehead.

"We didn't ban the account or kick the user offline. As you instructed, we'll mirror the logs first."

Qi Tongwei turned the screen to face the center with his right hand, his finger hovering over the access control time.

Where is the administrator?

Lin Huahua clicked on the second image, "At the same time, his access control record was in the information center. He entered at 3:16 and exited at 3:46, with video footage from the duty officer in between."

Qi Tongwei pressed the cigarette down on the medical record book.

"People are not important."

Lin Huahua was stunned for a moment.

Qi Tongwei looked up. "The important thing is that someone is using his account to do things."

The technician stood up straight, his lips pursed.

Outside the door, a nurse pushed a cart past. Hearing this, she slowed down a beat and quickly pushed it away.

When Lu Yike entered, she was still holding Qin Erhao's interrogation report in her hand, and there was some paper dust on the cuffs of her coat.

"The archives?"

Her face stiffened as soon as she heard those three words.

Qi Tongwei flipped through the log. "You just finished asking about the third day of the third lunar month, and now you're running into the archives. The timing is pretty precise."

Lu Yike placed the report at the foot of the bed.

"The 1998 Haizhou case is in the archives. The sub-catalog of the sealing wax file might have been guessed by someone. The other party wasn't just rummaging around; they were looking for a deadly piece of paper."

Qi Tongwei tapped the small table with his right hand.

"Then give him one."

Lin Huahua looked up. "For whom?"

Qi Tongwei pushed the computer back.

"Place a fake catalog in the archives system. Don't make the title too fake; write 'Supplementary Catalog of Sealing Wax Archives.' Add a note: 'Copies of the core pages have been transferred to the provincial department.'"

The technician's hand trembled, and the USB drive almost fell.

Lu Yike stared at Qi Tongwei, "You're just baiting your own doorstep."

Qi Tongwei leaned back against the pillow, his face still pale, but his words were harsh.

"The fish have already swum all the way to the ward door, why would I be afraid he'll see the hook?"

Lin Huahua swallowed hard. "Director Qi, this is a huge responsibility. If the fake catalog is determined to be a case of inducing a leak, the uploader, the reviewer, and the authorizer will all be questioned."

Qi Tongwei gestured with his chin toward the bedside table.

"Authorization Form"

The technician immediately rummaged through his bag, took out a blank approval form, and placed it on the small table.

Qi Tongwei unscrewed the pen with his right hand. The pen tip fell, and the bed shook slightly. The signature was steady, with the last stroke pressed down heavily.

"Authorized by the Director himself."

Lu Yike frowned as she looked at the line of text.

"You just finished sewing with your left hand, and now your right hand is busy taking the blame for someone else?"

Qi Tongwei capped the pen.

"It's better for me to take the blame than for you to get stabbed."

Lu Yike did not answer.

Lin Huahua lowered her head and pretended to tidy up the cables, while the technician took a picture of the approval form and filed it, even keeping the shutter sound quiet.

Lu Yike rolled up the report and tapped the railing at the foot of the bed.

"Don't give me that. If you keep treating the ward like a command center, I'll have the nurses confiscate your phone, computer, and bedside bell."

Qi Tongwei turned towards the nurses' station.

The nurse happened to be peering in.

"Director Lu is right."

Qi Tongwei paused for two seconds.

"Upload".

Three hours later, the sunlight in the ward dimmed.

The fake directory lies in the archive system, undownloaded, unforwarded, and without any new access records.

The technician's eyes ached from staring at the screen, so he reached up and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Director Qi, what if they don't take the bait? They might only look at the backup, not the main content."

Lin Huahua wasn't sure either, "They might have discovered we were fishing and left."

Qi Tongwei didn't look at the interview log; he switched the screen to the print service.

"Check the print queue".

Lin Huahua stopped.

Lu Yike looked up. "You think he won't download it, but will type it out?"

Qi Tongwei picked up the water glass, but didn't drink it. He just moved the bottom of the glass an inch to the side.

"The download traces are heavy. Printing takes about ten seconds, and many people delete the task and act like nothing happened."

The technician immediately sat up straight and began typing rapidly on the keyboard.

"The intranet print queue is up. Archives, Information Center, Evidence Room... wait a minute."

A record pops up in the bottom right corner of the screen.

Task creation.

Task deleted.

Eleven seconds apart.

Lin Huahua stood up, the chair leg scraping against the ground.

"Got it!"

The two nurses at the door turned around at the same time.

The technician dragged out the cache, his voice strained.

"Equipment number S-F4-019, the task name has been cleared, but the title can still be seen in the preview fragment, sealing wax file supplementary catalog."

No one spoke inside the room.

Lin Huahua stared at the device's location, her voice lowering.

"Director Qi, this printer is in the outer room of the Executive Deputy Director's office. It's usually shared by secretaries and confidential staff, and the level of access is very high."

Lu Yike closed the report.

"I'm bringing people over now to seal off the office, check the printer, and make sure everyone who touched it signs off."

Qi Tongwei raised his hand.

Lu Yike stopped at the door.

"Don't move."

She turned around, unable to contain her anger.

"The clue is right there. Let's wait and see if they can clean up their act."

Qi Tongwei pointed to the device number on the screen.

"If you rush in now, you'll only be able to grab a printer. If the printer doesn't speak, the secretary will protest, the confidential staff will say it was a mistake, and the executive deputy director's office will also keep you out."

Lin Huahua added, "It will also alert the person behind the cloning privileges."

Lu Yike gripped the doorknob, her hand tense.

Qi Tongwei turned to the technician.

"Secure the print cache, toner serial numbers, and paper batches. Don't let them discover we've already caught us on the trail. Mirror three copies of the logs: one for the external line, one for the disciplinary committee, and one for me."

The technician nodded, "Understood, the cache is unclear, the task table is set to read-only image."

Qi Tongwei then looked at Lin Huahua.

"Focus on the external printers, not the people. People can program, machines can't."

Lin Huahua copied the equipment number onto a piece of paper, the pen tip tearing the corner of the page.

Lu Yike loosened the doorknob and walked back to the bedside.

"You want to let him touch you again?"

Qi Tongwei closed the screen halfway and leaned his shoulders against the pillow.

The nurse pushed the cart past the door, the wheels crunching over the cracks in the floor tiles with a click.

Qi Tongwei stared at the location of the equipment.

"Don't draw your sword. Let him think it's still in its sheath."

At 4:40 PM, at the joint training command post on the northern front, Shen Zhong stood in front of the long table.

On the table lay the audit records from three years ago for the outsourcing of the northern route project, two rows of red-sealed bags piled up. The window frames rattled in the wind and sand, and the fluorescent lights inside shone a blinding white.

When the quartermaster arrived, his hat brim was covered in sand, and he was carrying two old ledgers with worn-out leather edges.

"Secretary Shen, the accounts are all here. The communication tower, the strategic fiber optic cable, and the field equipment room from three years ago have all the necessary audit procedures."

Shen Zhong didn't reply; he first looked up the equipment codes.

Zhou Weiguo stood to the side, his pen already unscrewed, and only four words were written in his notebook: Old accounts from the northern front.

The quartermaster pushed the ledger forward.

"Back then, the project was urgent and the task was heavy, so many things were inspected and tested as they were built. But every single thing had a contract, an acceptance inspection, and an audit signature."

The heavy hand stopped on a line of code.

Why is this batch of equipment called "Civilian Port Dispatch Terminal"?

The section chief blinked and immediately looked down.

On the page, the total price of the equipment was circled in red, and the corresponding item was listed as the Port Dispatch Equipment Catalog.

The operations staff officer moved closer but didn't dare to make a sound.

Shen Zhong flipped to the payment page again.

"The purchase funds first go to Huadong Equipment Integration Company, then are transferred through the account of Haizhou Port Group, and finally are converted into maintenance fees and returned to the North Line Project."

The section chief's hand rested on the edge of the ledger, but he didn't move.

"Secretary Shen, this is a legacy from history. At that time, in order to speed up the acceptance process, we used the civilian equipment catalog, but the actual equipment was installed on the northern route."

Shen Zhong looked up.

Why should combat readiness communication equipment be listed in the port dispatch directory?