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The gray code bypassed the normal login portal and went directly to the case-related access records of the deputy commissioner of police inspectors.

The first layer of logs was opened.

The second-level cache is pulled.

The third-level cleanup command is being queued.

Xiao Zhao's face turned green.

"Sister Lin, he wants to delete the records."

"I saw it."

"Should we stop them or not?"

"Stop my ass."

Lin Huahua gritted her teeth, "Let him stretch out his hand, stretch it out a bit."

On the screen, as soon as the clear command touched the underlying directory, a line of small red text popped up.

The sniffing link has been activated.

Lin Huahua slammed her hand on the table.

"It's done."

The next second, a red alert lit up on the large screen in the task force room.

The red dot traces backwards from the main route of the provincial department's intranet, passing through the inspection branch line, the Party committee office network, and the encrypted exchange layer, finally stopping on the building's floor plan.

The tenth floor.

East side.

Party Committee Member's Office.

Xiao Zhao looked at that spot and swallowed hard.

"Sister Lin, this office..."

Lin Huahua picked up the internal phone.

"The source of the account has been identified; it's inside the building!"

At the same time.

The noise was deafening in the provincial government's emergency conference room.

The long table was filled with people on both sides. Some were holding teacups, some were flipping through documents, and a few veterans were speaking in a heavy and urgent tone.

"The hospital drug trafficking case is handled by the provincial department, while the Haizhou money laundering case involves external accounts. Now that the two cases are mixed up, the procedural risks are too great."

"I suggest transferring jurisdiction, or at least sealing up the materials from the inspectorate."

"With Director Qi's condition still unclear, what gives Lu Yike, a mere section-level cadre, the right to continue commanding cross-regional projects?"

"The quarterly inspection has its own procedures, and the provincial department has its own rules. We can't just listen to the procuratorate."

Lu Yike sat at the end of the long table, her dark suit neatly buttoned, her hair tied up, and her face expressionless.

A black briefcase lay beside her, its opening pressed flat.

Someone brought up the topic with her.

"Director Lu, everyone is waiting for your response."

Lu Yike looked up and said, "My stance was already written into the project file."

"The record is one thing, reality is another. If Director Qi is unable to perform his duties, and you continue to rush forward with his authorization, who will take responsibility?"

Lu Yike wasn't in a hurry.

She pushed the teacup to the side.

"The authorization has not been revoked, and the order is valid."

"That's too harsh of you."

"Documents are more powerful than voices."

The veteran's face darkened. "Young comrade, you must adhere to organizational principles when handling cases."

"I've been saying it all along."

Lu Yike looked at him and said, "So I suggest that everyone refrain from touching the materials or the phone right now."

Someone in the conference room chuckled.

"What, is Director Lu going to restrict our personal freedom?"

Before Lu Yike could speak, the main screen suddenly went blank.

The snowflakes on the screen bounced twice.

The conference room, which had been arguing loudly just moments before, suddenly seemed to have been put on pause.

Someone stood up. "Who took the signal?"

No one answered.

When the main screen lights up again, the connection is established.

The white walls of the ward appeared on the screen.

Qi Tongwei was wearing a hospital gown with a dark coat over it, his left arm in a sling across his chest. His complexion was noticeably thinner than usual, but his eyes, when lowered, still glared at him like a hawk eyeing its prey.

He just sat there.

He didn't even move his shoulders much.

But all the people in the conference room who had just slammed their fists on the table withdrew their hands.

Xiao Zhao stood at the door of the special task force room, looking at the synchronized screen, and kept muttering to himself for a long time.

"The Living Yama has arrived."

Lin Huahua glanced at him blankly.

Stop joking, start recording.

On the screen, Qi Tongwei raised his right hand and tapped the bedside table with his knuckles.

笃.

The sound wasn't loud.

Inside the provincial government building, every screen connected to the special project channel could hear it clearly.

"My fake death is over."

Qi Tongwei's voice was very steady. "It is now officially announced that the hospital drug administration case and the Haizhou money laundering case have been merged and upgraded to a terrorism-related investigation."

In the conference room, someone sat up straight.

Some people lowered their heads to look at the materials in their hands.

Assistance in investigation related to terrorism.

The moment those four words were uttered, all those words about "transferring jurisdiction" were swallowed back down.

An old veteran still wants to hold on.

"Director Qi, upgrading this to a terrorism-related investigation requires a basis."

"I'll show you the evidence right away."

Qi Tongwei didn't look at him; his gaze was fixed on the camera. "Lin Huahua."

In the task force room, Lin Huahua immediately switched screens.

"They're here."

On the left side of the main screen in the conference room, the background access records of the supervision system pop up.

On the right is the reverse tracking planar diagram.

The red dot stopped steadily in the east office on the tenth floor of the provincial government building.

The text below is enlarged.

Source location: Office of Party Committee Member Du Wenbin.

In the conference room, the faces of those who had been the loudest just moments before all changed.

Lu Yike slowly closed the notebook.

She didn't laugh.

But that action had already made its meaning clear.

Qi Tongwei leaned against the hospital bed, his right hand resting on the edge of the bed.

"The infiltrated administrator account, illegally deleted access records related to the case, and triggered the underlying sniffing program. The source was inside the provincial government building."

He paused for a moment.

"You all rushed to transfer jurisdiction just now; you chose a very good time."

No one responded to that sentence.

That's too harsh a statement.

That's incredibly accurate.

The tenth floor.

Du Wenbin's office.

The curtains were drawn, and the main lights weren't on; the light from the computer screen shone on his face.

He was in his early fifties, with neatly combed hair. He spoke slowly and deliberately, and always had a smile on his face.

But now, his forehead was covered in sweat.

A red alert popped up on the screen.

Tracking and locking.

Location tracking completed on the provincial department's intranet.

Du Wenbin stared at the line of text, his lips pressed into a thin line.

The internal phone on the table rang twice, but he didn't answer.

My phone started vibrating.

He glanced at the number and immediately pressed the call button.

A notification popped up in the lower right corner of my computer screen.

Remote cleanup failed.

Lock the underlying logs.

Du Wenbin slammed his chair back and reached out to touch the power cord of the main unit.

Just as my hand touched the plug, I heard footsteps outside the door.

soon.

Very neat.

He paused for a moment, then pulled harder.

The computer screen flickered a few times, but the computer fan was still spinning.

Backup power supply takeover.

Du Wenbin's face turned ashen.

"Lin Huahua..."

He uttered those three words.

Inside the special case office of the provincial department.

Lin Huahua stared at the transmitted video feed and let out a cold laugh.

"Unplug the power? Committee Member Du is quite modest."

Xiao Zhao leaned closer and asked, "Does his room have a backup power source?"

"We just had logistics change it yesterday."

When did you make these arrangements?

"When you buy brick-shaped cakes."

Xiao Zhao was convinced.

"Sister Lin, you're such a mean person."

"Thank you for the compliment."

In the conference room.

Lu Yike had already stood up, holding a black briefcase in her hand.

As soon as she stood up, the people who had been shouting about the program subconsciously stepped aside.

Tian Guofu, who was standing nearby, received the message and looked up at her.

Lu Yike nodded.

Needless to say.

Qi Tongwei watched the entire scene on the screen, his tone remaining calm.

"From now on, the east passageway on the tenth floor of the provincial building is closed. The inspection, special police, and technical teams will go upstairs simultaneously. No one is allowed to tip off anyone, leave their post without authorization, or touch the internal network terminals."