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The guesthouse at the Helan Mountain base.

Two o'clock in the morning.

Su Xingmian sat cross-legged on the hard bed, her soles pressed against the cold cement floor.

The heating was barely working, a thin layer of frost clung to the walls, and her breath turned into white mist at the tip of her nose.

His body temperature fluctuated around 35.2 degrees Celsius, which was 3 degrees lower than usual.

The demonic power spread silently along the underground root system, passing through the outer wall of the guesthouse and extending all the way to the division's communications building.

Section Chief Yue didn't sleep.

Heart rate 92, breathing shallow and rapid, agitated.

She had already scanned this person once in the afternoon. At that time, his heart rate was over 90 and his stride was short, which is medically known as a state of stress.

But things have changed now.

At 2:17 a.m., Section Chief Yue's heart rate dropped from 92 to 68 within a minute.

The respiratory rate returned to normal, becoming deep and even.

Su Xingmian's eyelashes fluttered.

This is a person's reaction after receiving a reassuring answer.

Her demonic power covered a kilometer, and she could detect the heartbeat of everyone near the communications building. No other living person appeared around Section Chief Yue.

Long-distance call.

The other party is not at their residence, not in the Helan Mountains, and not in this province.

That person's rank was high enough that a section chief in the political department of a military region could withstand the dual pressure from the Zhou family and the division commander without changing his expression throughout the entire process.

Su Xingmian wrapped the blanket up half an inch tighter.

Song Qingqing had been to Pingxi Village and touched the stubble she had left in the yard. She remembered clearly how the thorns from the divided plant stood up that day.

It was Song Qingqing who instigated Wang Daqiang to write the whistleblower letter.

But how did a letter sent from a rural mailbox manage to bypass the county and the local police station, and land smoothly on the desk of the military region's political department?

Someone passed it to me in the middle.

That person's hands were much longer than Song Qingqing's.

The system can scan, detect, and provide suggestions, but it cannot replace the signature of a real person in the approval chain.

The person behind Song Qingqing and the person behind Section Chief Yue should be the same person.

The old fox came to the guesthouse this afternoon.

Her magical powers detected that he had been standing at the end of the corridor for three minutes, his heart rate was 85, 15 beats per minute faster than usual.

Then he left.

They didn't come in.

He was holding back.

His inaction indicates that the situation is not yet out of his control.

She can wait.

Before dawn, during the last probe of demonic power, another change was detected from the direction of the communications building.

Section Chief Yue's heart rate climbed back up to 89.

Another phone call, another instruction.

Su Xingmian closed her eyes and withdrew her senses.

Not urgent.

She wanted to know exactly how far that hand stretched out.

*

After daybreak, in the division headquarters office.

Section Chief Yue stacked the two documents neatly, stuffed them back into the file bag as they were, and sealed it securely.

The division commander sat opposite him, remaining silent the entire time.

He didn't speak for quite a while.

"Section Chief Yue, what do you mean?"

Section Chief Yue pushed the file folder to the center of the table.

"The materials provided by Political Commissar Zhou have been received. The scope of the investigation is limited to Su Xingmian himself. If other personnel are to be investigated, separate cases need to be filed."

The division commander's hand, holding a teacup, froze in mid-air as he stared at Section Chief Yue for five seconds.

Section Chief Yue did not evade the question; he sat upright with his hands folded on the table.

The division commander looked away, put down his teacup, and didn't drink it.

"Okay, you go ahead and get busy."

Section Chief Yue stood up, picked up the file folder, walked to the door, and turned his head back.

"Commander, let me add something."

His voice was steady, and his pace was neither too fast nor too slow.

"I will submit Political Commissar Zhou's second document along with the report. As for how the higher-ups handle it after reviewing it, that's not my concern."

The door closed.

The division commander leaned back in his chair, took a big gulp of herbal tea, and suppressed the tightness in his chest.

Section Chief Yue is not a fool.

A man who rose to the rank of section chief in the political department of a military region knew better than a division commander what he should and shouldn't look at.

He specifically emphasized that the second set of materials would be presented at the meeting, and he was saying this to him.

In case old grievances are brought up in the future, Section Chief Yue can prove that he did not destroy the materials.

But his final report would never mention the name Song Qingqing.

Because the person who told him to only investigate Su Xingmian didn't want him to mention it.

The division commander reached for the phone, dialed the military region's switchboard number, and put it down as soon as it connected.

He thought for a moment and pushed the phone stand half an inch away.

Some things are beyond his level to get involved in.

*

On the same day, in the capital city.

Zhou Bangcheng was drinking water when he received Lao Liu's call.

"Bangcheng, I've found it."

Old Liu kept his voice very low.

"Three weeks ago, a young woman went to Pingxi Village, met Wang Daqiang, and gave him two packs of good cigarettes and a bottle of wine."

Zhou Bangcheng didn't put down the teacup in his hand.

"Before leaving, I wrote a letter of complaint for Wang Daqiang and put it in the town's mailbox that same day."

"Who is that woman?"

"They claimed to be cadres from the county women's federation, saying they were there to verify old cases."

Old Liu paused for a moment.

"I had someone check, and the county women's federation has no such person, nor has it approved any letters for going to the villages."

Zhou Bangcheng put down his teacup, his voice pausing for a beat.

"What does it look like?"

"Several old ladies in the village said that she was fair-skinned, pretty, not short, and spoke in a gentle and refined manner."

"Do you have any photos?"

"No. When asked further, no one could recall what she looked like. The villagers didn't even know her name, and she didn't have any record with the village committee."

Old Liu added another sentence.

"I asked the town post office to check the delivery registration. The letter was sent by ordinary registered mail, and the sender was listed as Wang Daqiang. The scribe's field was blank."

The trail ends here.

Zhou Bangcheng remained silent for about ten seconds.

"Old Liu, thank you for your trouble."

After hanging up the phone, he sat on the sofa without moving, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the handle of the teacup.

No evidence.

Even if a young woman in her twenties impersonates a women's federation cadre and goes to the village to induce Wang Daqiang to write a letter, the letter will only be sent to the local public security bureau or a county-level unit.

How did it end up on the desk of the Political Department of the Military Region?

Someone helped in the middle.

The method was skillful; the whistleblower materials were transferred from local channels to the military system, following proper procedures, leaving no room for criticism.

Zhou Bangcheng sat there with a furrowed brow for a long time.

He called his second brother and explained the situation.

Zhou Bingheng only replied with three words.

"understood."

*Click*, the call ended.

Zhou Bangcheng stood for a while, then went back to his study, opened his contacts, and his finger stopped on a number he hadn't dialed in a long time.

After hesitating for a few seconds, I closed it, turned the notebook face down, and pressed it under the teacup.

You can't make this call right now.

*

The western suburbs of the capital.

Xiao Zhenshan slammed his cane against the door frame and then launched into a tirade.

"What happened?"

The young man standing opposite him was wearing a crisp military uniform, with one more star on his shoulder than the average person.

Xiao Zhenshan's eldest son, Xiao Mingyuan, is the deputy director of the political department of the military region.

"Dad, I found it, but there's a problem."

Xiao Mingyuan's voice was very low.

"The dispatch of this investigation team followed the normal procedure, but there was an extra signature and notification confirmation in addition to the regular approval chain."

Xiao Zhenshan stopped tapping the ground with his cane.

"Who signed it?"

"I found the signatory's name, but when I submitted my request to retrieve his personnel file, his specific position and background were rejected on the same day."

"reason?"

"It involves confidentiality regulations."

Xiao Zhenshan sat down in the rattan chair, his cane resting across his knees.

Notification and confirmation are not considered formal approval procedures, and theoretically, the process can proceed even without them.

However, in practice, such endorsement often means one thing.

Without this person's nod, the people below dared not move.

Who rejected your request to transfer your personnel file?

"It was blocked by the department, without specifying whose intention it was. In short, it's not within the scope of investigation."

Xiao Zhenshan remained silent for a long time before standing up, leaning on his cane.

"Prepare the car, let's go to the Zhou family's house."

*

The living room of the Zhou family compound.

After hearing Xiao Zhenshan's words, the old man didn't even put out the cigarette that had burned down to his fingertips.

He burned himself a little before twisting the cigarette butt back into the jar.

"understood."

"So you knew?"

Xiao Zhenshan's eyes widened.

"Old Zhou, someone planted a smuggler in the approval process, and you're just going to brush me off with three words?"

"I said, waiting for the necessary documents."

The old man's voice carried an unyielding tone.

Xiao Zhenshan tapped the ground twice with his cane and didn't ask any further questions.

He had spent forty years in the military system and understood the weight of those four words.

The moment the words "secret document" appeared, it meant that Lao Zhou was using the highest-level channels.

Once a reply arrives through that channel, everyone has to give way, no matter who's on the other side.

Xiao Zhenshan walked out with his cane, and turned back at the door.

"Old Zhou, I'll say it again, don't force things that the Zhou family can't handle."

The old man put the newly lit cigarette in his mouth and ignored him.

Xiao Zhenshan went out the door, the Jeep engine made a sound and drove away.

The old man was the only one left in the living room.

He shifted his gaze to the old tin box on the second shelf of the bookshelf.

The tin box contained a silver hairpin with a small flower engraved on the tip.

He looked at it for three seconds, then put out his cigarette.

He walked up to the phone and picked up the receiver.

"Xiao Zhang, go check which level the confidential correspondence has reached."