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He replied with a single word.

"exist."

Shen Nan's reply was sent almost instantly.

Is it convenient to make a phone call?

There is still no punctuation.

Lin Che glanced at the time: 11:17 PM.

Shen Nan is not the type of person to send messages at this time.

His habit is to communicate during the day on weekdays, and to send emails for matters after 10 p.m. so that they can be handled the next day.

This is the third principle he wrote in LFW: "Don't create a sense of urgency in non-urgent matters."

He's creating a sense of urgency now.

Lin Che did not make the call from inside the house.

He put his phone in his pocket, put his coat back on, touched the car keys on the coffee table, and went out.

The motion-activated lights in the hallway were activated by the footsteps, illuminating the destroyed Christmas wreath on the second floor.

After going downstairs, the neighborhood was even quieter than before, and even the person walking the dog was gone.

The frost on the ground had thickened, and it made a slight crunching sound when stepped on.

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He parked the car in the usual spot on the east side, opened the door, got in, and closed it.

It was colder inside the car than outside.

The cold had accumulated in that enclosed space all day, and the leather seats felt hard to the touch, not yet softened by body heat.

A thin layer of mist formed on the windshield, and the lights from the building across the street shone through, appearing as scattered patches.

He pressed the dial button.

It rang once, and I answered it.

"Have we arrived in Hangzhou?" Shen Nan asked.

"I arrived around 9 PM."

Do you have any plans for tomorrow?

"Not at the moment."

Lin Che waited for him to get down to business.

Shen Nan would not call late at night to ask about the itinerary.

"I've found out some information about LM-X."

It paused again.

That pause wasn't about organizing your thoughts; it was about making a decision.

"The backup was not left with the National Security Bureau."

"Where did you go?"

"It's been sent up, to a higher-level technical port."

The technology portal at the top.

Beijing Guoan did not process this material on their own.

"Which passage did you take?"

"It's not a routine handover from the security department," Shen Nan's voice was calm, but that calmness wasn't his usual steady; it was suppressed. "It's going through a special technical evaluation channel, an independent one, not in the same system as the 607 process."

Special project.

Independent.

They are not in the same system.

The content of LM-X is considered to require specialized technical expertise to determine, and this determination is not under the jurisdiction of national security.

The 607 process was led by the National Security Bureau, but now LM-X has been separated and is following a separate process.

Two lines, parallel but not intersecting.

Outside the car window, the orange glow of the streetlights shone on the hood.

The hood was cool, and the air inside the car carried a cold smell of metal and leather.

His breath condensed into a small patch of fog on the inside of the windshield.

"Are your sources reliable?"

"Having reached this point, there's only one channel left to obtain it, and you know which one it is."

Lin Che knew.

The number 010.

The straight line between Guoan and Shennan that doesn't follow Consultant Xu's route.

The fact that they were able to get information from this source indicates that the National Security Bureau does not want to completely cut off the flow of information.

Giving information is itself an attitude.

"How long ago was it sent?"

"I received it three days ago, but I don't know exactly when it was delivered; it might have been earlier."

three days ago.

LM-X was no longer with Beijing Guoan when he was in Beijing.

In other words, while the meeting on the 607th was still underway, the LM-X had already been dismantled and inspected on another front.

There are two lines, one he knows and one he doesn't.

"There's one more thing."

Shen Nan's voice suddenly slowed down by half a beat.

Lin Che had only heard him hesitate for a fraction of a second in all the time he had known him.

The last time was when Article 7 of LM-002 was changed to "actively provided".

"The LM-X contains the training logs for Abyss v2.1."

Training log.

v2.1.

Lin Che's right hand rested on the steering wheel, his thumb rubbing along the stitching of the leather.

"Complete?"

"I'm not sure about the completeness, but it at least includes the iteration process from v2.0 to v2.1."

Shen Nan waited for his response on the other end of the phone.

He didn't speak immediately.

From v2.0 to v2.1.

That happened in January 2020.

After that iteration, Abyss's baseline prediction accuracy jumped from less than 40% to 68%.

The weights of the three parameters have been adjusted.

The timestamp is 2:17:43 AM on January 3, 2020.

The operator ID field is empty.

It wasn't deleted; it was never filled in at all.

That position should have displayed a username or employee ID, but the system log only showed a placeholder, a short horizontal line.

If someone in the technical field flips to this line, they'll ask a question.

Who modified these three parameters at 1 AM on January 3, 2020?

"I shouldn't have told you this," Shen Nan said.

This doesn't sound like him.

Shen Nan never says "shouldn't". His vocabulary only includes "compliant" and "non-compliant", "suggest" and "not recommended".

"Shouldn't" is a word with subjective judgment, and it was the first thing to be removed from his legal training.

"But you need to know."

This is not Shen Nan acting as a legal advisor.

He crossed the line.

A person who has written "don't create a sense of urgency for non-urgent matters" into their work manual calls you at 11 p.m. to tell you something they "shouldn't" say.

This is his judgment in itself.

"Understood," Lin Che said.

There was silence for a few seconds on both ends of the phone.

There's some news about Shen Nan, so he's probably not indoors either.

The wind in Beijing was dry, making the microphone whistle.

There was no wind in Hangzhou, the car windows were closed, and there was no sound at all.

Two cities, one dry and cold, the other damp and cold.

1279 kilometers.

"Follow-up actions are beyond my purview," Shen Nan's tone returned to normal. "That's all I can do."

Thanks.

"Take a rest."

It's over.

The car fell silent again.

The fog on the windshield had thickened, and the light from the streetlights had completely diffused, turning into a shapeless orange blur.

Lin Che did not start the car or turn on the heater.

The high-speed rail ticket shows 1279 kilometers.

From Beijing South to Hangzhou East, it takes four hours and twenty-eight minutes.

He took a trip today.

1279 kilometers away, someone is flipping through a training log.

When they scroll to the iteration history between v2.0 and v2.1, they will see a line of modification logs.

Three parameters.

No operator ID.

2020-01-03，02:17:43。

He was sitting in the car.

The breath I exhaled condensed into a small cloud of white mist above the steering wheel, then dissipated, only to condense again.

The temperature inside the car continued to drop, and the cold from the leather seats had seeped through the fabric of my pants to my thighs.

The fog on the windshield grew thicker and thicker until even the streetlights were no longer visible.

The whole world shrank to the size of a train carriage.

The phone screen went dark.

The lights upstairs were still on; I forgot to turn them off when I came out.