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

The call was connected.

There was no sound from the other end at first, only the processed electrical hum, as if there were several layers of cloth between us.

"Has the person been confirmed?"

Lu Yike remained silent.

Qi Tongwei raised his hand and wrote two words on the paper.

Play the sound.

Lu Yike released the pre-intercepted sound of the caregiver's panting.

The other side paused for two seconds.

"Listen, don't go back to the hospital. Take the copy of the sealing wax file you found in the ward right now."

Lu Yike paused for a moment while holding the pen.

Qi Tongwei's gaze pressed down on her.

The other side continued to speak.

"Backstreet garbage station, 7:20. Black plastic bag, placed under the third green bin. Someone will collect it."

Lu Yike can write down the time, place, and items on the paper.

The other person added another sentence.

"Don't try anything funny. The money is ready, and you have family members watching over you."

The phone hangs up.

Lu Yike saved, backed up, and sealed the recording with a speed that was dazzling.

"A copy of the sealing wax file?"

Qi Tongwei pulled out several useless monitoring wires from his body, and the patch fell onto the bed sheet.

"They thought I was dead, the ward was in chaos, and the caregivers were able to take advantage of the confusion to search for things."

"Where did this copy come from?"

"If there are no copies, make an empty bag that they can reach for."

Lu Yike stood up and straightened her collar. The key was inside her collar, making a very soft sound.

"Backstreet garbage station."

"Don't catch the small fish."

"I know."

"Keep an eye on the person carrying the bag. Keep an eye on the person receiving the bag. Also keep an eye on the person who dares to clear the area."

Lu Yike put her phone back in the evidence bag, picked up her coat, and walked towards the door.

She stopped again at the door.

"Qi Tongwei, if you keep using yourself as bait, I'll really turn on you."

Qi Tongwei leaned against the headboard, using his right hand to move the wires aside.

"Let's turn on them this time."

Lu Yike glanced at him, then turned and opened the door.

The corridor light fell on her shoulders, like a sharpened blade.

Qi Tongwei's voice echoed from the ward, low but deep.

"Lu Yike, go and take in the net."

It was raining heavily on the back street of the retired cadres' activity center.

Lu Yike stood behind the trash can, wearing a dark suit with an old raincoat over it. Her hair was tied up neatly, and her keys were tucked into her collar, making a soft sound as they were touched by the rain.

That night, she didn't call a single vehicle from the public security system, nor did she touch any duty posts at the provincial department.

The Discipline Inspection Commission and Supervision Office guarded the alley entrance, while a trusted confidant of the Procuratorate monitored the garbage station. An undercover officer, dressed in a caregiver's uniform and carrying a black plastic bag, stood next to the third green bin.

"Director Lu, it's 7:18."

"Don't rush, the more punctual a person is, the more afraid they are of being late."

There was no internal network, no police cars, no announcements, only the sound of rain and the footsteps of a few people.

Using the public security system to recruit moles within the public security system is tantamount to leaving the door wide open for them to see.

She'd rather be a step behind than fail to completely bury this net.

Outside the alley, a beam of car headlights swept in through the rain.

A black Volkswagen sedan turned into the intersection; neither the front nor the rear of the car had license plates, and rainwater dripped down the bumper.

"The car has arrived."

"Everyone, stay where you are."

The car slowly came to a stop at the edge of the dark alley.

The driver's side door opened, and a man wearing a baseball cap got out of the car.

He wore a dark jacket, black trousers, and his shoes were spotless. He was holding a thick envelope in his hand.

He first looked at the back door of the activity center, then at the light next to the garbage station, and then looked down to check the water stains on the ground.

Lu Yike suppressed her breathing and followed the shoes with her eyes.

The man walked to the green bucket, his voice mostly drowned out by the rain.

"Where are the things?"

The caregiver, with her head down, moved the black plastic bag closer to her feet.

"Pay first."

"They know the rules quite well."

The man handed over the thick envelope.

The envelope was bulging badly, sealed with two layers of tape, and the cash inside stretched the paper so hard that it created stiff edges.

The plainclothes officer reached out to take it.

That's when the man's expression changed.

The plainclothes officer stood with his toes turned outwards, his shoulders flattened, and left a half-step counter-attack distance when taking the envelope with his wrist.

This doesn't look like a hospital caregiver.

The man flicked his wrist, but the envelope remained sealed.

"Have you trained before?"

The plainclothes officers did not return.

The man turned and ran.

Splash!

He stomped on the puddle, splashing muddy water onto the wall.

"move!"

Lu Yike burst out from behind the trash can, throwing off her raincoat, her dark suit clinging to her shoulders, her whole being like an arrow released from a bow.

The man had only taken three steps when he heard the sound of wind behind him and immediately swerved to the left.

Lu Yike used the edge of the trash can to kick, sweeping her right leg horizontally, her heel hitting the man's lower back squarely.

boom.

The person was kicked into a puddle, half of their face was smashed into the muddy water, and their baseball cap rolled far away.

"Hold it down!"

Four or five plainclothes officers pressed up from both sides, one grabbing the shoulder, one pressing down the leg, and one twisting the wrist behind the back. With two clicks, the handcuffs were locked.

The man still wants to earn money.

Lu Yike stepped on his forearm and bent down to pick up the thick envelope.

"It's a lot of money."

The man gritted his teeth, his mouth covered in mud.

"You've arrested the wrong person. I'm here to pay my debts."

Lu Yike squatted down, pinched his chin, and turned his face toward the flashlight beam.

"Paying off debts to the back street of the senior citizens' activity center, and then giving a caregiver cash?"

Men, turn your faces away.

Lu Yike ripped off his mask and kicked off his soaking wet baseball cap.

The flashlight beam shone down, and the face was revealed.

A broad forehead, a narrow nose bridge, an old shaving scar on the chin, and a faint dot near the corner of the eye.

Lu Yike stared for two seconds, then her face darkened.

She had seen this face before.

That day at the end of the corridor, when Sha Ruijin's father-in-law's chief secretary entered, this person was behind him carrying his bag, driving the car, and blocking the elevator.

"So it was you."

The plainclothes officer was stunned.

"Director Lu, do you know him?"

"The chief secretary's personal driver."

After those words were spoken, the people in the alley paused for a moment.

The man's shoulders tensed, then quickly relaxed.

"I don't understand."

Lu Yike said, "Search."

The plainclothes officers searched all his pockets.

Wallet, lighter, folding knife, temporary pass, two unsigned gas tickets.

No cell phone.

No identification.

There are no car keys.

"Director Lu, you are clean."

Lu Yike looked at the shoes.

The shoe surface is too clean.

Rainy night, puddles, dark alley, a deliveryman, his shoes polished as if he were about to enter a meeting.

"Take off your shoes."

The man looked up.

"You don't have that right."

Lu Yike held the ID card up to his face.

"The Discipline Inspection and Supervision Office is present, and the Procuratorate is also witnessing the proceedings. You can leave your comments."

The plainclothes officer held down his leg, took off his left shoe, and lifted the insole, revealing only a thin layer of sponge inside.

The man's back tensed immediately as he took off his right shoe.

Lu Yike took the right shoe and pressed her thumb along the sole.

The sound from the heel was muffled.

"knife."

An undercover officer handed over a small knife.

Lu Yike cut a thin slit along the lining of the shoe sole.

Click.

Something hit the tip of the knife.

She pried open the interlayer and took out a round metal piece from inside.

It is about the size of a fingernail, dark in color, and has very smooth edges.

Lu Yike glanced at it.

The styles are exactly the same.

When you shine a flashlight on it, you can see a tiny micro-engraved number engraved on the edge of the metal sheet.

Q5-HD-011.

The plainclothes officer leaned closer, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

"What is this?"

Lu Yike did not answer.

The two characters Q5 were placed in front of her for the first time.

The man lay prone by the puddle, rainwater streaming down his face, but he remained defiant.

"I found it."