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On the fifth day of the investigation, Section Chief Yue put down his pen and read the conclusion report again from beginning to end.

The last line contains nineteen characters.

"It is recommended to conduct a routine review every quarter."

Uncertainty.

No charges will be filed.

No punishment will be imposed.

Four documents were laid out on the table: a letter of complaint, medical examination data, a certificate from the Dinghe County Public Security Bureau, and two file folders submitted by Zhou Bingheng.

He wrote very fairly at the beginning of the report.

"The investigation has confirmed that Comrade Su Xingmian's performance in the human trafficking case and the He Yaozu espionage case is true and his contributions are verifiable. At present, no conclusive evidence has been found that he has any connection with hostile foreign forces."

But the turning point is hidden in the second paragraph.

"But given the following factors..."

"First, the parents' identities are unknown, and there is no record of relatives in the original place of residence."

"Second, the reasons why individual physical data deviate from normal physiological indicators have not yet been assessed by authoritative medical institutions."

"Third, the source and lineage of the acupuncture techniques we possess need further verification."

The background is questionable, and the source of the ability is yet to be verified. It is recommended to continue to monitor the situation and conduct regular reviews.

Once these words are nailed into the archives, they become far more difficult to deal with than the word "secret agent."

The spies can be identified.

The investigation remains ongoing and the truth is unclear.

From now on, whatever Su Xingmian does within the military region, whether it's planting vegetables or saving lives, someone will always pull out this report and take a look.

Section Chief Yue put the report into a new file bag, sealed it with glue, and placed it in the upper right corner of the table, ready to go through the formal reporting process first thing tomorrow morning.

He does things cleanly and efficiently, and there is no fault in his procedures.

This person is not stupid.

He is much harder to deal with than a fool.

Zhou Bingheng saw the draft report at 2 p.m.

Zhang, the division clerk, and Liu, the regimental clerk, were from the same hometown. At noon, Liu went to the division headquarters to deliver documents, and Zhang pulled him into a corner and slipped him a piece of paper.

It wasn't the original report; it was a key section that Xiao Zhang copied down while Section Chief Yue was in the restroom.

Xiao Liu ran back to the regimental headquarters and placed the copy on Zhou Bingheng's desk.

"Political Commissar, please take a look."

After reading it, Zhou Bingheng put the paper down.

Xiao Liu stood on the opposite side, not daring to breathe.

The political commissar's expression remained unchanged as he sat there.

"Xiao Liu."

"exist!"

"Go back and thank Xiao Zhang, but don't mention this to anyone."

"Yes."

Xiao Liu ran away.

The door closed, and the office became completely quiet.

Zhou Bingheng pushed all the documents on the table aside and pulled out a blank sheet of paper.

When he was unscrewing the pen cap, he used a little too much force, and the metal cap slipped from his hand, rolled half a circle on the table, and only stopped after hitting a teacup.

He picked up the pen cap, put it on the end of the pen, and wrote with a steady hand.

He did not write any rebuttal.

Rebuttals were useless; Section Chief Yue's wording was impeccable, every point was based on facts, and there was no procedural flaw.

The title has twenty-two characters.

Record of certain procedures performed by the investigation team during the execution of its investigation mission.

Article 1.

"On a certain day of a certain month, I submitted a second set of materials to Section Chief Yue, which contained records of abnormal behavior of another relevant person during the investigation. After receiving the materials, Section Chief Yue clearly stated that the scope of the investigation was limited to Su Xingmian himself and did not ask any questions about the contents of the materials."

Article .

"From a certain date to a certain date, during the investigation, Section Chief Yue did not request Su Xingmian or any relevant unit to provide background information and medical records of Su Yuanzhen, Su Xingmian's foster grandmother, nor did he verify the source of the Su family's acupuncture lineage with relevant knowledgeable parties."

Article 3.

"On a certain day of a certain month, Fang Lan, a family member of Su Xingmian, arrived at the station with the original manuscript of Su Yuanzhen's medical practice and copies of several letters of commendation, offering to provide corroborating evidence. As of the time of writing this record, Section Chief Yue has neither requested nor reviewed the aforementioned materials."

I wrote five in one go.

The format is exactly the same: time, facts, and Section Chief Yue's original words or actions.

There was no "I think," no "obviously," not a single word of subjective inference.

Only one sentence was written at the end.

"If the above content is inconsistent with the facts, I am willing to bear all disciplinary responsibilities."

He blew on the ink, folded the record, opened the safe, took out the previous envelope, and placed the record under it.

Two bullets, one in front of the other.

The key component is that hammer.

This record serves as a guiding light after the hammer falls, specifically pointing to every direction that Section Chief Yue deliberately avoided during the investigation.

It's not time to pull the trigger yet, but he needs to load the gun first.

After locking the safe, he stood up, adjusted the top button of his collar, and walked to the window.

The guesthouse in the distance looked gray and gloomy under the Gobi Desert sun, and the windows were not visible.

The telegram in his shirt pocket was digging into his chest.

Twenty-four to forty-eight hours.

He turned back to the table, took out an enamel mug from the very back of the drawer, and had the words "Zhou Bingheng" engraved on the bottom.

I brewed a pot of strong tea, picked it up, and took a sip.

Tea is bitter.

There was a knock on the office door.

Liang Jin pushed the door open and came in, holding a telegram in his hand.

"Political Commissar, this was forwarded from the Confidential Office in Beijing."

He paused for a moment.

"It's for Section Chief Yue, but it's going through the division headquarters' confidential channel, so it has to go through the regimental headquarters first."

Zhou Bingheng took the telegram; the red official seal was stamped on the paper, the ink not yet completely dry.

He read it from beginning to end.

"Notify the division headquarters that I will go to see Section Chief Yue at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Liang Jin replied with a "Okay," turned to leave, took a step, and then pulled back.

"Political Commissar, what about your wife...?"

"I'll pick her up from school tomorrow."

Liang Jin is gone.

Zhou Bingheng was left alone in the office again.

He turned the enamel mug over to look at the three words on the bottom, then turned it back over and took another sip.

Tea is bitter.

But after drinking it to the end, there is a sweet aftertaste.

He touched the telegram again.

The confidential document has been issued.

Tomorrow at eight o'clock, not too early, not too late, just before Section Chief Yue submits the report.

The wind was strong at the end of the corridor. He got up and closed the window tightly, then cleaned the table and screwed the pen cap back on.

No need to work overtime today.

He needs to go back early; the stove in the kitchen needs adding coal.

Before picking her up from school tomorrow, make sure the kang (heated brick bed) is heated.

In the guesthouse, Su Xingmian sat cross-legged on the hard bed, wrapped in a wool military blanket that Fang Lan had given her.

With her eyes closed, her demonic power extended a kilometer outward along the underground root system.

Zhou Bingheng is in the regimental headquarters office.

My heart rate is 72, which is lower than a few days ago.

The corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

The old fox is going to take her home.