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When He Wei arrived, Lin Che was reading Xie Yu's report from Chengdu.

The report was written in great detail, listing everything from the specific procedures for obtaining the signatures to the timelines for subsequent coordination plans. The formatting was exactly the same as Xie Yu's usual style, with numbers, bold text, and dates.

He had just turned to the third page.

The knocking was very soft, three knocks, a standard rhythm.

He Wei always knocks on the door three times, with even intervals and consistent force.

He had heard this rhythm many times in the dim light, and he knew who it was without even looking at the person.

"Come in."

The door opened.

He Wei wore a gray suit jacket over a white shirt, and her hair was tied back without any stray hairs.

She held a folder in her left hand and her laptop in her right.

As I walked in, my high heels clicked four or five times on the floor, making a crisp, clear sound.

"Mr. Lin, there's something I need to confirm with you."

She sat down on the sofa, placed the folder on the coffee table, and opened it.

There was only one sheet of paper in the folder, an A4 sheet, with a table printed on it. The table's title was "Abnormal Observation Record".

Lin Che recognized this form.

He Wei has been maintaining this file since she joined Weiguang, recording any unusual things she discovers in her daily work.

He had seen the first two. The first was an abnormal network access incident at some point last year, and the second was a white van that kept appearing near the company.

Neither of them had any follow-up; they were recorded but did not develop further.

"The third one," He Wei pointed her index finger at the third row of the table.

Lin Che looked down.

The timeframe for Article 1 is "the first and second week of January 2023".

The incident description states: "Three unfamiliar vehicles appeared in the company parking lot and surrounding roads. The license plates were Beijing, Shanghai, and Zhejiang A, respectively. Each vehicle stayed for 30-50 minutes, and the occupants did not get out of the car or enter the company premises."

three times.

License plates from three different provinces.

The stay time is usually between half an hour and fifty minutes.

No one got off the bus.

He Wei looked up at Lin Che, waiting for his reaction.

How did you find out?

"Regarding the parking lot surveillance," He Wei said, "I review the previous week's footage weekly for routine compliance checks. The time and location of these three vehicles were not recorded in our regular visitor logs, and the access control system did not have corresponding entry registrations."

The monitoring is checked once a week.

She checks the visitor records for every car that enters or leaves the parking lot.

Mark those not in the records, check their license plates and dwell time, and record them.

This is He Wei.

"Are the three cars related?" Lin Che asked.

"I couldn't find a direct link," He Wei said. "I checked the license plate information. The Beijing license plate belongs to a black Buick GL8 registered under the name of a business management consulting company. The Shanghai license plate belongs to a silver Volkswagen Passat registered under an individual's name. The Zhejiang A license plate belongs to a black Audi A6, but I couldn't find the registered entity."

No results found.

A black Audi A6 with the license plate number Zhejiang A, but the registration authority cannot be found.

He had heard this description in another setting.

GAN-7.

The four people Lao Zhou mentioned.

Wearing a suit, he didn't seem like a technical person. When asked about computing power scalability, he came through the data center management channel.

That was in the GAN-7 computer room.

He Wei has now photographed similar vehicles in the parking lot of Weiguang's headquarters.

Two locations, the same type of people, and the same time period.

Three cars.

Three different provinces.

Beijing, Shanghai, and Zhejiang.

Some are from Beijing, some from Shanghai, and some are from Hangzhou.

Three lines converge around the headquarters of Weiguang, plus two groups from GAN-7, making a total of five lines.

"Should we check?" He Wei asked.

She asked, "Do we need to check?", not "Should we call the police?" or "I've already called the police."

He Wei only ever asks questions, never makes decisions for the boss.

She was waiting for Lin Che to make a judgment.

"Need not."

Lin Che spoke those two words in a very flat tone.

There was no explanation or justification.

He Wei glanced at him, and in about a second, her eyes changed rapidly—not in confusion, but in confirmation.

She was confirming that Lin Che knew what the cars were there for.

After confirming, her expression returned to normal—a professional, neutral, and unbiased legal professional's face.

"Okay," He Wei put the form away, closed the folder, and fastened the clasp. "Then I'll mark this as 'Understood, no follow-up'."

She used a red pen to write those four words in the annotation column; the characters were small and neat.

After finishing writing, he closed the lid and put it in his suit pocket.

She stood up and straightened the hem of her suit jacket.

The laptop was tucked under his arm, the folder was in his hand, and the red pen was tucked into his pocket with the cap sticking out.

She paused at the door and looked back at Lin Che.

"The compliance report has been updated and no anomalies were found."

She has said those eight words many times.

He would say it every time he finished a periodic inspection, and the wording never changed. It was always the same eight words, not a word more or less.

But the tone is different today.

When He Wei said those eight words before, her tone was reporting, flat, and standard, as if she were reciting a pre-written line.

When she said it today, the last three words, "no abnormalities," were pronounced with a slight upward inflection.

The upward movement is very slight; you can't hear it at all if you're not paying attention.

But Lin Che noticed it.

That upward movement wasn't a question, but a hint of affirmation.

The phrase "no abnormalities" doesn't refer to the content of the compliance report, but rather to her judgment of the entire matter.

She felt that everything was moving in a positive direction.

But she wouldn't directly say, "I think things are getting better," because her professional training doesn't allow her to make such a subjective judgment.

So she used the same eight characters, but made an almost inaudible adjustment to the last three characters' ending sounds.

The door closed.

The sound of high heels gradually faded away in the corridor.

Lin Che sat in the chair, looking at the spot He Wei had left on the coffee table.

There was nothing left on the coffee table, but there was a slight dent where He Wei's folder had been pressed down, caused by the corner of the folder.

He smiled.

It wasn't a big laugh; it was just a slight twitch at the corner of my mouth that lasted for about two seconds before disappearing.

Three cars, with license plates from three different provinces, were parked near the company without anyone getting out.

Two groups of people came to GAN-7 to check its computing power.

The document has been approved in Chengdu.

My passport has turned green.

The Ark has thawed.

He Wei's "no abnormalities" ended with a rising tone.

Six lines.

He doesn't need to see the source and end of every line; he only needs to confirm that they all point in the same direction.

They are indeed pointing in the same direction.

The sunlight outside the window was still there, and the warm light shining on the carpet was a little brighter than yesterday.

Warm air was blowing from the air conditioner vents, and Xie Yu's report on the desk was still on; he hadn't turned it off.

I've turned to the third page, but I haven't finished reading it yet.

But he wasn't in a hurry anymore.