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Lin Che stared at that box for more than half a second.

Back in his tent, he lay down, but couldn't fall asleep; the thought was still swirling in his mind.

The night in the mining area was eerily quiet.

Outside the tent, there was only the sound of the wind and the chirping of unknown insects in the distance.

The data controversy that occurred during the day had been quelled by his few words, and Engineer Zhou was convinced, so the exploration returned to normal.

Logically, I should be getting a good night's sleep.

But that small square, like a thorn, stuck in his heart, making him unable to calm down.

It's perfectly normal for someone to take notes and doodle in the margins.

But he had seen this box in Kamau's notebook more than once.

The first time was downstairs at the hotel, when Kamau said goodbye, and he caught a glimpse of it by chance.

He didn't pay attention at the time, just thinking it was graffiti.

In the following days, he caught glimpses of it a few more times.

This was the clearest view I've ever seen from inside the tent today.

Four lines frame a small, hollow square, neatly arranged.

Lin Che is a person who pays great attention to details.

The same thing appearing once is a coincidence, but if it appears three or four times, it is no longer a coincidence.

He began to recall when Kamau had drawn that square each time.

After thinking about it, I actually came up with something interesting.

That time downstairs at the hotel was the night they returned to their base after obtaining the survey permit.

That day, according to Kamau, was the first time they had talked about the mining area in its entirety.

This time, it was inside the tent, when Engineer Zhou reported the data and pointed out the deviations.

I remember it was this mining area.

A vague outline gradually formed in Lin Che's mind.

When Kamau drew the squares, the things he remembered all seemed to be related to this land and something in this land.

But this is not enough.

Two or three coincidences are not enough to draw a conclusion.

According to his own rules, he needs to review it several more times to solidify this line.

The exploration proceeded as scheduled the following day.

The drilling rig roared in the newly planned grid, and Engineer Zhou and his team were busy taking samples, recording data, and making calculations.

Lin Che wasn't idle either; he followed along, walking around the site, listening to Engineer Zhou's explanations, and making marks on the diagrams.

He didn't deliberately keep an eye on Kamau, as that would be too obvious.

Kamau sat quietly in a corner of the office tent, taking notes, as always, his presence so low that he was almost forgotten.

Lin Che only glanced at the pen seemingly unintentionally between his discussions with Engineer Zhou and his work on the drawing.

Kamau had memorized a lot throughout the day.

The weather, the itinerary, who said what, what did they do—everything, big or small.

But he only drew that box once.

It was when Engineer Zhou reported that a new enrichment zone had been discovered at the new sampling point.

Lin Che made this a memory.

By the third day, the pattern was already very clear.

Kamau doesn't draw squares all the time.

He never drew when he was recording everyday trivialities.

He would only start writing when the content he was recording concerned a specific area of ​​this land.

The direction of a certain vein, the location of a certain mineral deposit, will always be marked with that small square.

That box is not graffiti at all.

It is a marker.

Lin Che did not rush to make this judgment.

He mentally reviewed every time he had glimpsed the square over the past few days, matching each one with the information he had recorded at the time.

Once is a coincidence, twice is a coincidence, but when it matches three or four times, it's no longer a coincidence.

Using his clumsy method, this connection has been confirmed.

Lin Che was almost certain that Kamau was using this box to mark certain specific blocks.

Here comes the problem.

Kamau was sent by the joint supervisory side. His job was to record Lin Che's group's every move.

Why did he mark certain sections of this land separately?

As soon as the thought popped into his head, Lin Che calmed himself down for a moment.

The answer is actually not hard to figure out.

Kamau's notes will eventually become an escort report, which will be submitted level by level.

He marked specific blocks in the report, with only one interpretation.

Those in power need this mark.

The higher-ups wanted to know which specific plots of land Lin Che was paying attention to.

It's even possible that the higher-ups were already paying attention to certain areas of this region before they arrived.

Every square drawn by Kamau was like a foreign language to Lin Che, but it was crystal clear intelligence to those above him.

Lin Che took his notebook and unfolded the exploration map.

He mentally matched each of the times Kamau had drawn squares over the past few days with the corresponding sections on the diagram.

The night we were processing the exploration permit, we were talking about the entire mining area, specifically the core area of ​​the mining area.

Yesterday's weekly work report data corresponds to the main ore vein that was deviated by twenty degrees.

Today's discovery corresponds to a newly discovered enrichment zone.

Three boxes, three areas.

Lin Che's fingertips lightly traced across the three areas on the map.

These three pieces, when connected, form the core of this mining area, which is the most valuable and worthwhile to develop.

In other words, the place where Kamau drew the square was exactly the same as the place Lin Che had already marked in his mind.

This is no coincidence.

An accompanying supervisor who has only been there for a few days cannot possibly determine which piece of land is the most valuable on their own.

The markings he made must have been made according to the instructions given from above.

In other words, long before they set foot on this land, the higher-ups had already identified the key areas and focused on the most lucrative plots.

A string in his heart was gently tugged.

Even the regulators are keeping an eye on this land.

Moreover, what they were eyeing was the same piece that Lin Che had his eye on.

This means that he wasn't the only one who recognized the value of this land.

The person you can't avoid, the company that withdrew, the ambiguous government—and now there's another one watching this land from the shadows.

This water was deeper than he had imagined.

But from another perspective, isn't this a good thing?

From the moment he set foot on this land, Kamau's eyes were like a shackle around his neck, constantly watching him and remembering him.

He didn't think about how to get rid of those eyes, nor did he think about how to fool them.

What he did was to present himself completely cleanly, so that those eyes could find no fault with him.

Now, those eyes that were supposed to be monitoring him are instead handing him intelligence that even his partners might not be willing to share.

The regulators wanted to know which plots of land he was looking at.

But they didn't expect that the people they sent were using a pen to tell Lin Che which plots of land they were looking at.

Who is spying on whom? At this point, it's become a bit unclear.

Lin Che showed no sign of smugness.

He simply kept this unexpected gift to himself.

That's how things are in this world; the more you try to hide something, the more likely it is to be revealed.

Kamau wasn't stupid; he was just so used to that action that he didn't even realize it.

The most fatal oversights often lie hidden in these habits.

Outside the tent, Kamau was still taking notes, the pen tip scratching as it went.

He will probably never know that his unconscious little habit has already been seen through.

Every box he casually drew became a piece of information handed to the other party.

Over the past two days, He Wei had vaguely sensed that Lin Che was paying attention to something.

The way he looked at Kamau held a hint of probing that was more pronounced than before.

She asked him a question, but Lin Che only said it was nothing and told her to focus on her compliance checklist.

She didn't ask any further questions.

Having followed Lin Che for a long time, she understood one thing: if he didn't tell her something, it was probably because the time wasn't right yet, and she couldn't get the answer by asking.

At this moment, she assumed that Lin Che was just thinking about tomorrow's exploration.

Little did she know that right there in that small tent, a piece of intelligence had quietly changed hands.

They slipped away from the person being monitored and into the place the other party least expected.

Lin Che didn't point it out, and his face remained completely expressionless.

He simply closed his notebook without any haste.