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Shen Jingshu gently shook her head:

"From the moment I entered until just now, I've scanned the faces of everyone in the police station, and not a single one of them has the sinister look of someone who might be a mole or leak secrets."

"Everyone's here?" Li Hanting was taken aback.

"After the mission was completed, everyone who participated returned to their unit, without exception, all of them were still out there."

Shen Jingshu pondered for a moment and said:

"Then it wasn't someone from your bureau who leaked the information; the news came from another source."

Li Hanting's face instantly darkened.

If the mole isn't in the narcotics squad, but rather in a higher-level organization or another related department, the matter will only become more complicated and harder to investigate.

As the two fell silent, there was a gentle knock on the office door. Before anyone could answer, the doorknob slowly turned, and a middle-aged man in a police uniform, with a tall and upright posture, walked in, his brows conveying the composure and authority of someone in a high position.

Upon seeing this, Li Hanting immediately stood up from behind his desk, his expression serious, and took the initiative to speak: "Director Zhang, what brings you here?"

The visitor was none other than Director Zhang Yuan, who was also Li Hanting's direct superior.

He walked slowly into the office, his gaze first falling on Li Hanting. His tone was somewhat concerned, yet it also carried an unquestionable official air: "I came to check on you, partly because I was worried that you were under too much pressure while investigating the case, and I wanted to say a few words of comfort. Investigating a case can't be rushed, so don't push yourself too hard; on the other hand, I also wanted to check on the condition of the other comrades in the team."

As he spoke, Zhang Yuan's gaze inadvertently swept across the sofa and landed on Shen Jingshu, who was sitting there.

Li Hanting then remembered to introduce her, and quickly stepped aside to say, "Director Zhang, this is my younger sister, Shen Jingshu. She was worried that I was working overtime for days, so she came over to bring me some food. She'll be leaving after a while."

"It's alright." Zhang Yuan said calmly, nodding slightly to Shen Jingshu without saying anything more.

Shen Jingshu also stood up calmly, met his gaze calmly, bowed slightly, her face showing no extra expression, but in her heart she had already taken in the other person's aura and appearance.

Zhang Yuan turned to Li Hanting and chatted for a few more casual words before his tone shifted, subtly advising, "Hanting, I know you're always meticulous in solving cases, but don't be too fixated on some things. Although there were unexpected events in this operation, the criminals have been apprehended, and the case is considered solved. Maybe there wasn't even a mole at all; it's just that you've been working too hard and being too suspicious. It's best to stop now."

These words were a clear attempt to dissuade him from investigating the mole.

Li Hanting's gaze remained firm, unwavering. He immediately replied in a deep voice, "Director Zhang, I'm certain there's a mole. I saw it clearly: the drug dealers only abruptly terminated the transaction and fled in panic after receiving a phone call. I've worked in criminal investigation for over a decade; I trust my intuition. This mole must be found out!"

Seeing his stubborn expression, determined to get to the bottom of things, Zhang Yuan frowned slightly, then shook his head helplessly, said nothing more, and turned to leave the office.

The office door was gently closed, and the room returned to silence.

Li Hanting's tense body relaxed slightly, his face grew increasingly gloomy, and his whole body was filled with suppressed ferocity.

Director Zhang was his direct superior, and these words were by no means casual remarks. They most likely represented the intentions of the higher-ups—they did not want him to continue investigating the mole, and were even deliberately obstructing him.

He leaned against his desk, his fingers clenching slightly, his heart filled with frustration and confusion: Could it be that someone in the upper echelons didn't want this mole to be exposed? This investigation had been far more difficult than he had imagined from the very beginning.

Just as Li Hanting was still pondering the deeper meaning of Director Zhang's words, his brows furrowed and his mind heavy, Shen Jingshu suddenly spoke softly, her tone calm yet resolute:

"Big brother, I've found the mole."

"……what?"

Li Hanting was momentarily stunned, frozen in place, his mind reeling. But the next second, he snapped back to reality, his pupils contracting sharply as he looked at Shen Jingshu in disbelief.

Under his shocked and speechless gaze, Shen Jingzhu nodded gently, confirming the absurd and terrifying guess in his heart.

Li Hanting's face turned deathly pale instantly. He shook his head repeatedly, his voice strained, "No... how could it be him? He's Director Zhang! Why would he do this?"

At this moment, he couldn't help but wonder if Shen Jingshu's divination and face reading had gone wrong.

After graduating from police academy, he was assigned to work under Zhang Yuan. Over the years, he was promoted all the way. Zhang Yuan treated him as both a teacher and a friend, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was half a mentor.

He had suspected his colleagues in the team, people in other departments, and even a higher-level figure, but he had never, and dared not, suspect Zhang Yuan.

Looking at Li Hanting's incredulous face, Shen Jingshu said firmly without the slightest hesitation, "Big brother, you must believe in my fortune-telling skills. I will never be wrong."

She paused, a deep glint in her eyes, but didn't explicitly say that she had gained supernatural insight and could see into people's hearts and pasts through their faces. She simply said, "The moment he stepped into this office, I could see it clearly. Zhang Yuan's face does indeed exude righteousness. In his early years, he was an upright and righteous policeman who hated evil. But five years ago, he met someone who completely changed his character, causing him to stray from the right path step by step and become a parasite hidden in the police force."

Li Hanting was startled, and his previous doubts vanished instantly.

His first reaction was that it was absurd, but Shen Jingshu's tone was too certain, which made him think of Director Zhang's recent unusual behavior—even though there was clearly a mole, the higher-ups were pressuring him to stop, and Director Zhang's seemingly casual dissuasion now seemed to have a deeper meaning. However, he didn't have solid evidence at the moment, so he could only suppress his agitation and say in a deep voice, "If you're not lying to me, where is the evidence?"

"Go to the newly developed residential area on Hailou Road," Shen Jingshu said succinctly. "You'll see the answer you're looking for within half an hour."

Li Hanting said no more and drove Shen Jingshu to the Xinxing residential area.

The car was parked on the next street, and the two walked across the road and chose a seat in the milk tea shop opposite the residential area, facing the entrance, and waited quietly.

Less than half an hour later, a familiar black sedan slowly drove into the community gate—it was Zhang Yuan's car. Li Hanting recognized the model and license plate number at a glance, having worked with him for many years!

He clenched his fist and whispered to Shen Jingshu, "Wait here for me, I'll go down and take a look."

After saying that, he got up and quickly walked out of the milk tea shop, went straight to the guard room of the community, and knocked on the door.

The security guard, a middle-aged man, opened the door and saw a young, unfamiliar man. He looked wary and asked, "Young man, why are you asking about this?"

Li Hanting suppressed his anxiety and said in a calm but firm tone, "Uncle, I'm a friend of the owner of the car that just came in. I want to confirm if he's a resident of this community and ask him which building and unit he lives in. I need to talk to him urgently."

The middle-aged man sized him up, then glanced through the guard's window at Shen Jingshu standing in the distance before slowly speaking, "You mean Old Zhang? Yes, he's a long-time resident of this complex, living in building 3, unit 201. What's wrong? Did you two have a fight?"

Li Hanting's heart sank, but he remained calm on the surface. After thanking the doorman, he turned and walked back to the milk tea shop. His gaze toward Shen Jingshu had changed from initial suspicion to deep shock and solemnity.

Unit 201 in Building 3 is a property under Zhang Yuan's name, yet he had never heard Zhang Yuan mention living there.

Why would a "good leader" who is stationed at the police station year-round and is known for his integrity secretly buy property in a new residential area? Why would he deliberately conceal it? The answer is almost obvious.