A real killer playing a villain; the guy surnamed Zhen in Detective, run!

The chain of evidence linking Mr. Wang to hiring online trolls has been closed.

The order forms, contracts, and payment receipts from shell companies of Dark Web Media are enough to turn public opinion upside down.

But these are called civil, reputation, or commercial disputes; lawsuits can be filed, platforms can be blocked, and the media can criticize.

But this person will only be in pain for a short while.

To prevent him from getting up, we need to use a different knife.

The things that can send people in won't be connected to the outside internet.

Lu Yuan had seen far too many of these under-the-table deals in his previous life. Multinational funds, offshore shell companies, charitable money laundering, and film and television investments going unresolved—the core evidence was always hidden in the most obscure place.

Physically isolated servers.

No internet access, no synchronization, no cloud backup.

Lu Yuan looked up at the glass curtain wall in the city center.

Star Capital, the money bag behind President Wang.

Lu Yuan said in a low voice, "Then let's go take a look."

……

The next morning, at the Chengnan waste recycling station.

The boss was squatting at the door dismantling an old air conditioner, with a stack of work clothes piled up at his feet.

"Fifteen? Young man, you've cut too hard."

Lu Yuan picked up a gray-blue network maintenance uniform, the cuffs were worn white, and the words "Hongda Operations and Maintenance" were printed on the chest.

"The zipper is half broken."

"It's wearable."

"There's a hole in the pocket."

"What repairman doesn't get his pockets torn?"

Lu Yuan turned his work clothes over. "There's still a smell of smoke."

The shopkeeper put the wrench on the ground: "Okay, okay, take it for fifteen. The tool kit is five dollars more."

"The tool kit handle is cracked."

"Do you want it or not?"

"Fifteen, all together."

The boss stared at him for three seconds, then gave in.

"It's a shame you don't go into recycling."

Lu Yuan paid and casually picked up two old network cables from the side.

The boss shouted, "The internet cable is extra!"

Lu Yuan turned around: "Free gifts can increase repeat purchase rates."

The boss laughed and cursed in anger.

Back in his rented room, Lu Yuan changed into his work clothes.

In the mirror, the once lazy and handsome star gradually faded away.

He lowered his shoulders and back, adjusted the curvature of his spine, lowered his breathing, and shifted his weight to the outside of his feet.

Eyelids drooping, gaze refusing to meet anyone—the numbness of a low-level worker tormented by their employer.

Then he slung the tattered tool bag over his shoulder.

The mirror shows a maintenance worker who has just been urged countless times by the property management, hasn't had lunch yet, and whose wages are still in arrears.

The sixth brother squatted on the shoe cabinet and watched him.

Lu Yuan buttoned up his work clothes. "Don't look at me like that. This is my work uniform."

Sixth Brother: "Meow."

Lu Yuan picked up his toolbox and glanced at the automatic feeder before leaving.

"Don't rush me for lunch, the machine is more punctual than I am."

……

An hour later.

Outside the lobby of a top-tier luxury CBD office building in the city center.

Xingyao Capital is on the 36th floor.

There are two glass sensor doors at the entrance to the lobby, inside which are facial recognition turnstiles.

Four security guards were positioned at the main entrance, elevator lobby, reception wing, and visitor registration area, their lines of sight intersecting.

Visitors cannot enter without an appointment.

Takeout orders can only be placed on designated shelves.

This process is very standard.

Standards mean having a fixed rhythm.

Lu Yuan stood by the load-bearing pillar outside the gate, looking down at his phone, like a repairman waiting for a work order.

He's not in a hurry.

In the lobby, office workers began returning from their lunch break. Coffee, afternoon tea, document bags, high heels, and Bluetooth earphones created a chaotic scene at the entrance.

1:30.

Several deliverymen carried afternoon tea boxes into the store, followed by a group of white-collar workers who had just returned from the mall.

The automatic door opens and closes frequently.

Lu Yuan moved, his pace weaving between the delivery guy and the office worker, his shoulder nestled in the overlapping area of ​​their torsos.

A cleaning lady on the left pushes her cleaning cart past.

Lu Yuan pressed himself against the back of the car, half of his body hidden by the mop bucket.

Next to the turnstile, in the half-second it took the security guard to look up, a female office worker in front of him raised her phone to take a picture of his face, and the reflection from the screen made the security guard blink.

Visual vacuum.

Lu Yuan turned sideways and slid past the edge of the turnstile.

There was no door-banging, no card swiping, and no alarm.

In the monitoring room, the security guard on duty ate a rice ball and glanced at the screen.

The scene shows only afternoon tea boxes, cleaning trucks, and white-collar workers mixed together.

No one will look at it a second time.

……

The elevator doors opened on the 36th floor.

Behind the glass doors of Xingyao Capital, two receptionists sat upright. Inside the office area, administrative, financial, and security personnel each performed their duties.

Lu Yuan, carrying his tool bag, pushed the door open.

The receptionist looked up and said, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

Lu Yuan frowned and slammed the repair order onto the counter.

"This was sent by the property management. The air conditioning unit on the 36th floor reported E7-43, indicating high-pressure protection on the condensing circuit, and the main control room temperature alarm. Did no one answer the phone just now?"

The receptionist paused, then said, "We haven't received any notification..."

"Then ask the property management," Lu Yuan said irritably.

"I ran through four buildings this morning and just climbed all 28 floors. If your server room temperature control malfunctions, don't come back saying our repairmen didn't come."

Upon hearing "computer room temperature control," another receptionist instinctively looked towards the depths of the office area.

There are two things that front desk staff at large companies fear most.

First, there are complaints from leaders.

Secondly, the responsibility for equipment accidents falls on oneself.

Repair orders, the bad tempers of lower-level staff—when these things are put together, the brain automatically fills in the missing processes.

The receptionist picked up the phone: "Please go in first, I'll check with administration."

Lu Yuan picked up his bag and walked inside, passing through the glass door.

The core office area of ​​Xingyao Capital is blindingly bright.

Successful investment case studies are displayed on the wall, people are discussing projects in the meeting room, and a row of dual-screen computers in the finance area are lit up with densely packed spreadsheets.

As Lu Yuan walked inside, his eyes were on the inspection port on the ceiling, the low-voltage electrical box in the corner, and the air conditioner vent.

A maintenance worker who "doesn't want to work but has to come" naturally has the right to remain invisible in the office.

An executive brushed past him, wrinkled his nose, and complained that his work clothes smelled of old cigarette smoke.

The finance staff looked up at him, then looked down again to check the invoices.

The security guard stood at the entrance of the corridor, holding a walkie-talkie. He glanced at him but ignored him.

In places like this, suits are people, and work clothes are part of the facility.

Lu Yuan, carrying his tool bag, walked openly into Boss Wang's hideout.

……

Deep inside is a separate financial server room.

Heavy-duty, vandal-resistant door with biometric vein fingerprint lock.

There's a hemispherical surveillance camera overhead, facing the entrance.

A patrol sign-in sheet was hanging on the wall.

Previous column, 13:42.

The security guard just left.

According to the check-in schedule, the next turnaround time is 1:45 PM.

three minutes.

Lu Yuan squatted down, pretending to tie his shoelaces.

He pressed his body into the blind spot of the surveillance camera and pulled a homemade electromagnetic jammer from the bottom of his tool bag.

Cover the gap in the lock cylinder.

With a soft click, the magnetic lock snapped.

Lu Yuan retrieved the jammer, pushed open the door, and knocked on it with his other hand.