Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

Lu Yi leaned against the collapsed wooden cabinet, his face pale, but he still spoke stubbornly.

"It's nothing, just a superficial injury."

Qi Tongwei ripped open the cuff of her left arm, the fabric was stuck with blood, and his breathing became heavier after just one glance.

The cut was opened, and bone was visible deep inside.

"Is this considered a superficial injury?"

Lu Yike pursed her lips and stopped trying to be strong.

Qi Tongwei tore open the first aid kit with one hand, bit one end of the bandage with his teeth, and pressed down on the hemostatic cotton with his right hand. His movements were rough, but his speed was frightening.

"If it hurts, bite my sleeve."

"I'm not that delicate."

"It's easiest for you to shut up now."

Lu Yike glanced at him; her forehead was covered in sweat, yet she still managed a smile.

"Director Qi, your left arm is still recovering. Hitting the wall like that, are you going to ruin your hand?"

Qi Tongwei wrapped the bandage around her shoulder, tied a knot with one hand, and made her shoulder tremble.

He looked up at her, his gaze deep and intimidating.

"You're the only blade left in Handong. It's okay if your hand is broken, but you can't get hurt."

As soon as he said that, the smells of gunfire, blood, and rain in the room seemed to be suppressed.

Lu Yike did not respond.

She looked at Qi Tongwei's ripped suspenders, and then at him kneeling in the rubble bandaging her wounds, and her throat tightened.

"Hall Qi".

"Um."

"Don't drive like that next time."

"Don't go into the shantytown in the south of the city alone next time."

"I'm afraid that too many people will scare Zhou Qin away."

"She may run, but we can always find another one." Qi Tongwei tightened the last knot. "If you fall, who will I turn to?"

Lu Yike lowered her head and replied softly.

"I'm not that easy to give up."

Qi Tongwei took out scissors and cut off the excess bandage, his tone calm and steady.

"I know."

After saying those three words, he got up to pick up the gun and fastened the holster.

Lu Yi leaned against the cabinet and didn't move.

At that moment, she felt the pain creeping up her shoulder, down to her throat, making it impossible for her to say anything else.

Zhou Qin huddled in the corner, clutching the cookie box tightly to her chest.

She looked at the several people in raincoats on the ground, then at the blood on Qi Tongwei's sleeve, and at Lu Yike, who was injured like this but still stood in front of her. Her eyes turned very red.

It's been over twenty years.

She changed her name, hid in shantytowns, sewed shoes, and didn't even dare to close the windows tightly when she slept.

She thought those rolls of film would drag her to her grave.

But today, someone drove their car into the wall, and someone else shielded her from a knife attack with their body.

Zhou Qin stood up, leaning against the wall; her legs were still a little weak.

Lu Yike immediately looked at her.

"Zhou Qin, don't move around. The area outside hasn't been completely cleared yet."

Zhou Qin shook her head.

"Officer Lu, I'm not hiding anymore."

Qi Tongwei turned his head to the side.

"Where is it?"

Zhou Qin didn't look at him; her gaze fell on the collapsed bed frame.

"The cookies in the box are fake."

Lu Yike paused for a moment.

Zhou Qin gave a wry smile.

"My sister taught me this. If you keep something valuable within easy reach, you'll lose it sooner or later."

She walked to the corner, kicked away several pairs of worn-out rubber shoes, and then used a shoe knife to pry open a blackened floor tile.

The drain pipes are located beneath the floor tiles.

A sour, foul smell wafted out, and Qi Tongwei frowned but didn't urge them on.

Zhou Qin reached out and touched it several times, her hand scratched by the rust, but she didn't stop until she dragged a rusty moisture-proof iron box out from the edge of the sewage.

The metal box was wrapped in tarpaulin, and two loops of copper wire were tied to the tarpaulin.

Lu Yike needs to go over there.

Qi Tongwei blocked it.

"You sit down."

"I can still move."

"I'm not blind."

Lu Yike was speechless, and could only lean back against the counter.

Zhou Qin placed the iron box on a relatively clean wooden board, her hands trembling violently.

"The key is gone."

Qi Tongwei picked up the shoe hammer next to him.

Click.

The latch was knocked open.

After opening the tin box, there was no gold or silver inside, nor any account books, only two layers of oil paper, a roll of sealed microfiber film, and a stack of approval documents wrapped in moisture-proof paper.

The heading on the top page is very clear.

Special approval document for the transfer of state-owned assets of Haizhou Port in 1998.

Lu Yike sat up straight.

"Give me."

Qi Tongwei glanced at her, but still handed over the document.

Lu Yi used his uninjured right hand to unfold the first page. The paper was a little damp, but the handwriting was intact.

The allocation was listed as emergency foreign trade settlement, but the actual destination was marked as a three-tiered transit account.

The second page contains a list of forged identities.

The third page contains the approval document for the allocation of state-owned assets.

On the fourth page, the three characters "Qin Kewen" are placed in the lower right corner, next to a personal seal.

Zhou Qin's voice was hoarse.

"Back then, my sister was in charge of the key to the secure room. Before the original film rolls were put into storage, someone took them and replaced them. She secretly kept this roll, saying that someone would come to collect it sooner or later."

Lu Yike turned to the last page and her breathing steadied.

The document clearly states that 3 billion yuan of smuggled funds were transferred out under a special approval, and the funds were transferred out of the country through foreign trade shell companies, consulting fees, and overseas reserve accounts.

Each entry has an approval number.

Every approval document matches the materials from the northern route.

Qi Tongwei bent down to read it, his face turning extremely grim.

"I can finally catch my breath."

Lu Yike looked at the film roll against the emergency light; the miniature images inside were very well preserved.

"It has a personal signature, a private seal, original approval documents, and details of where the funds went."

She looked up at Qi Tongwei.

"Director Qi, they can't deny it this time."

Qi Tongwei took out the highest-encryption single-line terminal and placed it on the wooden board.

"You sweep it."

"My hands can."

"Stop talking nonsense. If you can move your right hand, then sweep. Don't touch your left arm."

Lu Yike looked at his fierce appearance and her lips twitched slightly.

"Your way of showing concern is really exhausting for your subordinates."

"It's better to spend money on subordinates than to send them to a funeral."

Zhou Qin stood to the side, listening to the two bickering, and tears began to fall from her eyes.

She covered her mouth, not letting out a sound.

Lu Yike opened the portable scanner, flattened the bottom pages one by one, scanned them in high definition, numbered them, and verified them.

Qi Tongwei held the terminal and entered the authorization code with his right hand.

The red encrypted channel connects to the northern node.

Backend homepage transmission.

The page signed by Qin Kewen was transmitted.

Private seal page transmission.

Miniature film core image transmission.

Each document is followed by a triple hash check and a witness marker.

When Lu Yike scanned to the last page, her wound started bleeding again.

Qi Tongwei saw it and pressed her hand down.

That's enough.

"We're still missing the film roll end frame."

"I'll do it."

"You can't sweep steadily with one hand."

"When I took up a gun, you were still in school writing self-criticisms."

Lu Yike looked up at him.

"Director Qi, I was a model student since I was a child."

"That's even more troublesome. Once a model student gets going, no one can stop them."

Zhou Qin lowered her head and handed over the roll of film.

"Director Qi, Officer Lu, may I ask you for a favor?"

"explain."

"Can my sister's name be included in the case file?"

Lu Yike looked at her, her tone steady.

"I can write."

Zhou Qin's tears fell onto the back of her hand.

"She has been waiting for this day for more than 20 years."