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

The server room temperature is very low, and the server racks emit a steady beeping sound.

At the innermost part, the black main server had no external network sign, and next to it was a sign that read "For Financial Internal Control Only".

that's it.

Lu Yuan opened the toolkit compartment, took out the miniature connector, and inserted it into the maintenance interface.

The screen lights up.

The triple internal network financial encryption firewall failed to detect the error.

Mr. Wang paid for it. He had the whole package: authentication, dynamic keys, and audit trails.

As the hands fell, the sound of the keyboard intensified.

Each instruction bypasses the audit trigger point, strips permissions, intercepts tokens, disguises itself as a local maintenance process, and then uses the system's own backup channel to open the loophole.

Forty-two seconds, the first floor opens!

Fifty-nine seconds, the second floor opens!

At 1 minute and 7 seconds, the core underlying folder popped up!

The screen is filled with a list of files.

Original copy of the dual contract.

Actor's salary split agreement.

Fake prop purchase invoices.

Film and television investment fund inflows.

Accounting records of related shell companies.

There were also several instances of consulting fees flowing into overseas accounts, with the note: "Project Services." This is likely money laundering.

Lu Yuan looked at the documents; in the entertainment industry, the bottom of the table is always dirtier than the top.

He inserted the specially made USB drive, selected all, and dragged it in.

Copying progress: 1%.

Footsteps could be heard in the hallway outside the door.

Lu Yuan glanced at the time: 1:44 PM.

Someone's coming!

The administrative supervisor's voice came through: "Who reported the server room air conditioning repair just now? I didn't see the procedure."

The security guard replied, "I don't know."

Copying progress: 73%.

Lu Yuan did not stop.

Outside, the administrative supervisor swipes his card.

Security guard: "Is a maintenance worker inside?"

"Open the door and take a look."

99%, the door lock is turning!

100%, USB drive removed!

Lu Yuan lightly touched the ground with his toes, pressed his body against the narrow edge above the back of the door, braced his arms against the angle between the ceiling pipes and the door frame, and suspended himself in the blind spot of the surveillance camera.

The door was pushed open.

The administrative supervisor and security guards entered the computer room.

There was only a server beeping sound inside.

The console screen is stuck on the system maintenance interface.

Where are they?

The security guard looked around inside. "Didn't the receptionist say they were already in?"

The administrative supervisor frowned: "Can't your security team be a little more reliable? You think just anyone can walk into a place like a server room?"

The security guard was scolded but dared not talk back.

He circled around the back of the server rack but didn't find anyone.

Half a meter above his head, Lu Yuan was pressed against the shadow of the door, his breathing extremely low. The fabric of his work clothes brushed against the pipes without making a sound.

The administrative supervisor inexplicably touched the back of his neck.

"Why is the air conditioner so cold?"

The security guard was also uncomfortable. "Why don't you go out first? I'll have the front desk check the security footage."

The administrative supervisor cursed, "Find out the truth. Don't wait until something goes wrong to try and fix the procedures."

The two left the server room, closed the door, and the footsteps outside receded into the distance.

Lu Yuan landed silently from above.

He returned to the console, typed in the cleanup script, and executed it.

Access records, maintenance logs, cache fragments, and screen wake-up times are all rolled back to their state before the patrol.

After doing all that, he picked up his toolbox and opened the door.

……

Forty minutes later, in an old residential area in the south of the city.

When Lu Yuan got home, he took off his fifteen work clothes and hung them on the back of his chair.

The sixth man sniffed it and took two steps back in disgust.

"Don't complain." Lu Yuan put the USB drive into the drawer compartment. "It's more useful than the 186,000 set today."

The sixth child jumped onto the coffee table and began scratching at the drawer with his claws.

Lu Yuan pressed down on its head.

"This can't be played."

The phone is still ringing, and the trending topics about it are still going strong.

Mr. Wang is probably still waiting for him to be cursed to death by the entire internet!

......

Galaxy Black Internet Cafe, Machine No. 18.

Lu Yuan plugged the USB drive he brought back from Xingyao Capital into the rear port of the host computer.

A black window pops up, with the file directory unfolding downwards.

Dual contracts (one for official purposes and one for private purposes).

Fictitious procurement.

Shell company transfers.

Offshore account node.

Several funding channels originated from "Qiming Cultural Consulting," bypassed three layers of overseas channels, and flowed back to China under the guise of film and television project service fees, copyright advance payments, and overseas publicity and distribution consulting fees.

Those who know their stuff will understand this at a glance.

Lu Yuan leaned back in his chair, tapping the table with his fingertips.

Normal exposure is great, though.

Once the topic trended on social media, Mr. Wang was in pain, but what happened after the pain subsided?

The other party will spend money to delete posts, immediately cut off the financial line, deregister the shell company, move the server, and change the accounting books.

Furthermore, illegally obtained electronic data cannot be directly used as leverage in court.

In the past life, the syndicate's strategy was based on one thing: the knife must be handed to the person who should wield it.

He deleted the USB drive read history and turned off the mirrored desktop.

The screen returned to the video website's homepage.

……

Back in the old neighborhood in the south of the city, Lu Yuan first poured water for Lao Liu.

I pulled an old flyer out of a drawer: "Eggs at the morning market are 50% off! Limited time offer!"

Lu Yuan thought it was quite suitable.

It has a good quality of life, the source is legitimate, and no one will suspect anything if they see it.

He switched to holding the pen with his left hand.

The handwriting should not be too neat; if it is too neat, it looks like a deliberate attempt to leave evidence; if it is too messy, it will easily affect the recognition.

It should be rough, awkward, and give the impression that the person who wrote it was very casual at the time.

He wrote down three sets of overseas money laundering IP addresses on the blank space on the back of the flyer.

The last two digits of the two bridge accounts.

A series of figures on the scale of funds.

I won't write it all down; it's just a clue. Let the police investigate the evidence themselves.

This is what a program should be.

After he finished writing, he folded the paper in half and then tore it open.

One edge still had some of Lao Liu's cat treat oil on it.

Lu Yuan looked down at the oil stain and said, "You've also participated in solving the case."

The sixth one flicked its tail.

At 5:40 PM, Lu Yuan made himself a bowl of pickled cabbage noodles.

He carried the noodles to the door.

Jiang Yan usually arrives at get off work around 6:15 PM. Her commute involves two long cycles: rush hour and traffic lights. Her pace of taking the stairs is also consistent.

Lu Yuan took out the trash can from his doorway.

Shredded paper was placed at the bottom, and three empty cat treat bags were placed on top.

He left a fragment with an IP address on the edge, with only half a corner showing.

No more, no less, the detectives will definitely be able to see it.

After setting everything up, we went back inside to eat noodles.

6:15, right on time.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway; Jiang Yan had returned.

She had been out on fieldwork all day, her hoodie was still covered in dust, she was carrying a convenience store bag, and her eyes showed signs of fatigue.

As she passed by Lu Yuan's door, she glanced at it as usual.

Door gaps, floor mats, shoes, trash cans.

My gaze lingered on the edge of the trash can.

A small, dusty piece of paper peeked out from the gap in the empty cat treat bag.

The above is half a string of characters, "172.xx.xx."

Jiang Yan stopped in her tracks.

The format was jarring; she had seen a similar structure in an internal economic crime investigation report a few days ago.

A commonly used transit segment for offshore accounts.

Jiang Yan placed the convenience store bag at her door and listened intently.

In the next room, Lu Yuan was watching videos of haters.

She pulled out her personal evidence gloves from her pocket.

The movements were quick and the sounds were soft.

She gathered up a dozen or so scraps of paper from the bottom of the bucket and put them into her pocket in order.

They even took the cat treat bags.

The cat treat oil can explain the sticking of paper pieces and also preserve their original state.

After finishing, she picked up the convenience store bag, opened the door, and went inside.

The door closed.

Next door, Lu Yuan picked up the last bite of noodles and said, "Officer Jiang's trash-collecting technique was quite professional today."

The sixth child looked up: "Meow."

"I wasn't praising you."