I slept with my sister's classmate, and she turned out to be my boss.

The next morning, at 8:30.

Chen Dapeng had just arrived at the office when Hu Yuheng sent him a message.

"Dapeng, come to my office for a moment."

Chen Dapeng was taken aback, thinking: Could it be because of the whistleblower letter?

Is there anything else you'd like to ask me, Director Hu?

"it is good."

He replied with a single word.

Arriving at Hu Yuheng's office door, he gently knocked.

"Come in."

Hu Yuheng's clear voice came from inside.

Chen Dapeng pushed open the door, walked to Hu Yuheng's desk, and tentatively asked a question.

"Director Hu, what are the work arrangements?"

Hu Yuheng glanced at him:

"Sit down and talk."

Chen Dapeng immediately realized that what Hu Yuheng was about to tell him was not simple; otherwise, he would have just stood there and said a few words.

Hu Yuheng spoke after Chen Dapeng sat down, his voice low.

"Dapeng, didn't you suspect that someone within our organization leaked information?"

She paused for a moment:

"I decided to lure him out of his hole and make him give himself away."

Chen Dapeng was taken aback:

really……

Hu Yuheng also had this suspicion.

"Director Hu, how should we introduce it?"

Hu Yuheng lowered her voice again and revealed her plan...

After listening, Chen Dapeng nodded:

"it is good."

Then, Hu Yuheng added, "Only you and I know about this. Even Director Chen Yuanda doesn't know yet. I need your cooperation."

Chen Dapeng smiled and said, "No problem, I will definitely cooperate fully."

……

10:00 AM.

Hu Yuheng carried a folder and came to the task force's office.

She walked over to Chen Dapeng, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, as if she were giving a routine instruction:

"Dapeng, please check the page numbers of this document and then organize and archive it."

"Okay, Director Hu."

Chen Dapeng took the folder and responded naturally.

Hu Yuheng didn't linger and turned back to his office.

Chen Dapeng placed the folder on the corner of the table, not opening it immediately, but first tidying up the stack of materials he was organizing.

About ten minutes later.

He stood up and went to the tea room to get some water.

The folder was on the corner of the table, cover up, without any "confidential" label.

Zhou Haibo sat diagonally opposite Chen Dapeng, flipping through an old case file.

When he looked up, his gaze swept over the folder, paused for a moment, and then looked away.

Another few minutes passed.

Zhou Haibo stood up, took his water cup, and walked towards the tea room.

As I passed Chen Dapeng's seat.

He did not slow down.

But my gaze lingered on that folder longer than when I normally passed by it—

It wasn't that I stopped to look; my gaze naturally swept over it while I was walking.

Chen Dapeng saw Zhou Haibo come out from the corridor.

He smiled slightly and pretended to walk back to his office.

A few minutes later, Zhou Haibo returned from the tea room and sat on a chair for a while.

He flipped through the case files at hand, then picked up a pen and wrote a few words in his notebook.

Then he stood up, without carrying anything in his hands, and walked towards the corridor.

They returned about seven or eight minutes later.

After sitting down, he continued flipping through the case files, his expression unchanged, as calm and natural as usual.

But Chen Dapeng noticed a detail—

When he came back, he picked up his phone from the table and placed it face down on the table.

He rarely has this habit; his phone is usually placed with the screen facing up.

Chen Dapeng didn't say anything and continued organizing the materials in his hands.

……

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Chen Dapeng closed the folder in his hand, stood up, walked to the door of Hu Yuheng's office, and knocked on the door.

Hu Yuheng's voice came from inside:

"Come in."

Chen Dapeng pushed the door open, closed it behind him, and walked to her desk:

"Director Hu, Zhou Haibo has taken the bait."

In the morning, he looked at the cover at the entrance of the tea room.

Before noon, I left the office and went to the end of the corridor, about seven or eight minutes later.

When I got back, my phone was face down, unlike usual.

Chen Dapeng paused for a moment:

"The timing is right."

Hu Yuheng leaned back in his chair, his fingers resting on the edge of the table:

"The technical team has also confirmed it. During the time he was away, he dialed that landline number. The call duration was about the same as usual."

Chen Dapeng asked, "He probably didn't know it was placed there on purpose, right?"

Hu Yuheng nodded:

"We don't know yet. He thought it was just some routinely filed material. Judging from his reaction, he didn't seem alarmed, which suggests he thought he wasn't being noticed."

Chen Dapeng paused for a moment, then asked, "So, what's the next step?"

"Keep releasing them. One bite doesn't prove anything; we need at least three to confirm his behavior pattern. But the next time, we can be more specific."

She glanced at the calendar on the table.

"Send out another copy in two days."

Chen Dapeng nodded, stood up, and turned to walk out.

As I reached the door, Hu Yuheng's voice came from behind me:

"Dapeng, pay close attention to his emotional changes after he comes back."

Chen Dapeng turned around and said:

"it is good."

He walked back to his seat and sat down, glancing at Zhou Haibo out of the corner of his eye.

Zhou Haibo was looking at a document, his expression normal, showing no signs of anything amiss.

His phone was still face down on the table.

I maintained this posture from the afternoon until I left work.

……

Around 5:30 in the afternoon.

Zhou Haibo stood up, tidied the desk, closed the laptop, and put it in the drawer.

Then I picked up the phone, holding it with the screen facing down the whole time, without turning it on.

He walked past Chen Dapeng without stopping or saying a word, simply leaving the office as usual.

Chen Dapeng didn't look up at him, but after he passed by, he glanced at his chair and desk—

The cup has been taken away, the drawer is closed, and the documents on the table are neatly stacked.

Chen Dapeng did not leave immediately.

He sat for a while longer, reviewing his observations from the day in his mind:

Zhou Haibo saw the materials in the morning, glanced at the cover in the break room, left his seat for seven or eight minutes, and then put his phone screen down when he returned.

These details, taken individually, are not unusual.

But when placed on the same day and arranged together, they form a general outline.

He wrote a few lines in his notebook, then closed it, picked up his coat, and left the office.

The corridor was quiet, and he slowed down as he reached the stairwell.

He saw Zhou Haibo's back as he walked past downstairs toward the gate of the compound, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

Chen Dapeng stood at the top of the stairs without following them down. He looked for two seconds, then continued downstairs in the opposite direction.

He walked along the sidewalk toward his home.

My mind is still racing with today's events.

The first bite has already occurred.

If Zhou Haibo really has connections with the outside world.

He will likely make further moves in the next few days.

All he needs to do is wait.

Wait until Zhou Haibo reveals more flaws.

Wait for Hu Yuheng to arrange the next baiting.

Wait until this line naturally reveals its true direction.