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Chen Lang leaned back in his chair.

"The topic is not related to my major."

What is your major?

"Solve the problem of the person who sets the questions."

Bai Weiwei's pillow fell to her side. She opened her mouth, then bent down to pick it up after a moment.

"Brother Lang, if those people outside knew you could do this, would they be able to sleep at night?"

"They are responsible for their own sleep quality."

Chen Lang looked at the screen again.

"My job is just to get the evidence up and running."

Gu Qingshang stood by the table, his palms pressed against the back of the chair, his breath catching in his throat for a moment.

She had contact with the technical security team of the Gu Group and had also met the data forensics expert that the company had hired for a seven-figure sum.

Before that group of people enters the site, they need to hold meetings, authorize, and inventory the equipment; just setting up the environment alone takes several hours.

Less than three minutes after Chen Lang sat down, the independent network was already set up, and all five sets of materials entered the read-only certificate process. Even the verification values ​​of the original documents were sealed separately.

She glanced at her watch, then at the time stamp flashing in the upper right corner of the screen, as if all the air in her chest had been sucked out.

"It takes at least one business day for the group's technology department to create a mirror image of the same level."

"You took three minutes."

Chen Lang corrected her.

"Two minutes and forty-seven seconds."

Gu Qingshang tightened his grip on the back of the chair.

Su Niannian raised her hand to cover her forehead.

"He actually complained that three minutes was too long."

Shen Qingci sat to the side and slightly behind Chen Lang, her gaze passing over his broad shoulders and landing on the center of the screen.

The sandalwood prayer beads on my left wrist pulsated against my skin, beating with each pulse.

Dense code came into her view.

She couldn't understand all the content, but she recognized the logical structure and understood what the constantly generated timestamps on the right meant.

Every read is recorded.

None of the materials were modified.

Every step Chen Lang took was leaving room for future investigations.

The only sound in the carriage was the crisp clicking of keys.

Shen Qingci shifted her gaze to Chen Lang's profile.

Stray hairs fell across his brow bone, and the screen light reflected off the black titanium steel earring in his left ear.

He said he was fixing a computer, but his hands kept moving, opening several windows simultaneously without interfering with each other.

Shen Qingci closed her fingers on her knees, then opened them again.

How long ago did you study?

Chen Lang pressed the confirmation button.

"It's been quite a while."

"how long?"

"Enough to hide failing grades well."

Su Niannian grabbed a cushion from the table and threw it at them.

"Can't you just give a serious answer this time?"

Chen Lang caught the cushion with his arm and casually tucked it back into Bai Weiwei's arms.

"The learning experience of technical personnel is a trade secret."

"If you want to hear the details, you'll have to become a member."

Bai Weiwei hugged the pillow she had lost and found again, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

Ye Xingyu was still staring at the screen, her hand holding the pen suspended in mid-air, the pen tip hovering on the paper, her breathing out of rhythm.

"When he took the pillow just now, he also switched keys with his left hand."

Su Niannian's laughter caught in her throat.

She glanced at Chen Lang, then at the projector, and dragged over a chair to sit down.

"OK."

"From now on, no one should speak to him."

"I want to see how many outrageous skills this guy has hidden."

Chen Lang put his hands back on the keyboard.

"Titan, activate the isolation environment."

A mechanical prompt sounded in the living quarters.

[Permission Confirmation]

An independent encrypted network has been established.

External interface closed

Booting from a read-only image

The four lines of prompts light up in sequence.

Gu Qingshang glanced down at his phone to confirm that cloud synchronization was still off.

Bai Weiwei sat up straight, holding a pillow against her chest.

Ye Xingyu gripped the pen tightly again, preparing to record the numbering.

Although Su Niannian said she wouldn't disturb them, she moved her chair half a step towards the projector.

Shen Qingci remained silent.

She looked at Chen Lang's hands on the keyboard, then turned her gaze back to the screen.

The person who handed in a terrible score in the exam room is now sitting in front of the control panel of the armored vehicle, casually taking over the entire evidence collection process.

Chen Lang imported the ledger number, anonymous warning text message, legally preserved copy of the scarred man's communication records, old information about the health and wellness project, and a high-resolution scan of the back of the ticket stub into the system.

Five sets of windows were set up.

Time, location, equipment identification, fund account, and transport number are separated into independent fields, duplicate items light up one by one, and relationship lines extend outward from each node.

The last three digits of the ticket stub are entered into the search box and cross-referenced with old transportation data from ten years ago.

No results were obtained in the first round.

Chen Lang changed the screening rules, splitting the three-digit number into the warehouse number, driver code, batch last digit, and route segment number.

The progress bar restarted.

Su Niannian stared at it for a long time, but still couldn't resist.

"Are you doing research, or are you digging into someone's past?"

"Within the scope of legal authorization, it is called data forensics."

Chen Lang looked at Gu Qingshang.

"Boss Gu, did you bring the authorization?"

Gu Qingshang transmitted the materials sent by the lawyer to the terminal.

"I have already requested access to the information regarding the Gu family's old health and wellness project."

"The lawyer also issued a notice of evidence preservation."

The electronic signature, scope of authorization, and validity period appear on the screen.

Chen Lang scanned the contents.

That's enough.

"First, check the things Gao Chengyuan is reluctant to lose."

He retrieved the publicly available records of an abandoned mailbox belonging to the Gu Group.

The email belongs to a health and wellness project team from ten years ago.

Three years ago, after the old project data was cleaned up, this email address was also added to the list of accounts to be cancelled.

It still maintains minimal privileges, with someone renewing the fees on time every year, and the payment items are hidden in the special budget of the strategy department.

Gu Qingshang entered the access authorization code issued by the group into the interface.

Chen Lang bypassed data from other departments of the Gu family and only created a read-only mirror of the old project email address.

As the directory expands to a new level, the system generates a corresponding timestamp, source record, and verification value.

The first permission verification passed.

The second lock on the abandoned account was broken.

The third step involves the historical administrator authentication process, which then proceeds to authorization verification.

Seven blocking prompts popped up on the side of the screen in succession.

Su Niannian's hand, holding the water glass, froze in mid-air.

Bai Weiwei hugged the cushion tightly, lifting her back off the sofa.

Ye Xingyu's pen hovered over the notepad, not falling for a long time.

Gu Qingshang stared at the seven prompts, his brows furrowed.

"This email address has multiple layers of protection."

"The company's current core email system only has five layers."

"Why would an abandoned project's email address have seven nested layers?"

"Because the contents inside are more valuable than what's in my current mailbox."

Chen Lang pressed Enter.

The first line of defense disappeared.

Another command was issued, and the second and third channels were simultaneously deactivated.

As the remaining four layers of protection began to work together, Titan severed the verification channels between them, sending each layer into an independent environment.

The red notification boxes on the screen fell like dominoes, turning into glaring green access codes one after another.

Su Niannian carefully placed the water glass back on the table. The bottom of the glass touched the table without making a sound.

"You call this computer repair?"

Chen Lang didn't look up; the screen light reflected in his deep eyes.

"Advanced repair"

The final layer of protection has been removed.

The directory tree of abandoned email addresses has been fully expanded.

Hundreds of emails marked for deletion were rearranged by year. The receipt time, attachment number, operating terminal, and renewal record were all added to the evidence collection list by the system.

Bai Weiwei stared at the emails covering the curtain, her chest heaving before stopping.

Ye Xingyu looked down at the numbering she had only memorized half a page of, then looked up at the already generated table of contents.

"It's open."

"Seven layers of protection, two minutes."

Su Niannian turned to Gu Qingshang.

"Are the people in your Gu's technical department aware of this?"

Gu Qingshang lowered his eyelashes, and when he raised them again, there was a newfound certainty in his eyes.

"If they had known, they would have all had to revise their resumes today."

Chen Lang leaned back in his chair and casually rotated his wrist.

"Don't rush to make people lose their jobs."

"The person who really needs to revise their resume is hiding behind this email address."

Shen Qingci sat to his side and slightly behind.

Most of the code and characters were still beyond her familiarity, but she understood the ever-expanding diagram on the right side of the screen.

Line after line runs through emails, renewal accounts, and operating terminals from ten years ago, all converging on the same name.

Gao Chengyuan.