We asked you to solve cases, and here you are sharing your criminal experiences?

Half an hour later, Gu Tingchen's SUV stopped in front of the Xinghai Foundation building.

The atmosphere in the building is noticeably different today.

Several black minivans were parked at the entrance.

The people coming and going in the lobby were all dressed in formal attire and wearing name tags.

"What the hell? Is this the company's annual meeting?" Song Qianxia complained.

Gu Tingchen showed his police ID and led her directly to the finance department on the top floor.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw several men in suits negotiating with the finance manager.

"Excuse me, we are from the joint audit team."

The man in the lead pushed up his glasses.

"We have received notification from above that the Xinghai Foundation's recent accounts have compliance risks. Starting today, our third-party team will take over a comprehensive audit."

Song Qianxia leaned against the wall and gave a cold laugh.

That was fast.

Night Owl is trying to use legitimate auditing procedures to keep the police investigation out.

Once a third party issues a report confirming there are no problems, it becomes extremely difficult for the police to investigate further.

Gu Tingchen had clearly seen through the other party's trick.

He ignored those people and went straight to the scene of the crime, the finance department's independent archives.

Police tape has been put up at the entrance to the archives room.

The two remaining police officers saluted Gu Tingchen as soon as they saw him.

"Captain Gu, there are no signs of a struggle inside, and the windows are locked."

Gu Tingchen nodded, put on his gloves, and went inside.

Song Qianxia didn't want to go in and look at those boring paper documents.

"Captain Gu, I'm going to the restroom and will also take a walk around the floor."

She said hello and left without waiting for Gu Tingchen's permission.

The finance department floor is very large, with a long, curved corridor in addition to the office area.

At the end of the corridor are the rest area and restrooms.

As Song Qianxia walked, she observed the surveillance cameras on the ceiling.

All of them are the latest high-definition models.

She took out her phone, just about to write a small program to hack in and watch the recordings from the past few days.

Just then, the sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor came from the corner of the corridor.

Tap, tap, tap.

The pace is steady, neither too fast nor too slow.

Song Qianxia's body stopped moving.

Her intuition, honed from ten years of experience in the underworld in her past life, sent her radar into overdrive.

She stopped in her tracks and instinctively leaned against the wall.

A woman walked out from around the corner.

The woman wore a long khaki trench coat and a pair of very thin silver-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. She carried a thermos with the Jiangcheng University logo in her hand and had a kraft paper-covered notebook tucked under her arm.

Song Qianxia held her breath.

There are many psychopaths who kill in the underworld, but there's only one scavenger who wanders around like an office worker.

Archives, White Crow.

Bai Ya wore a blue name tag around his neck. The words "Public Interest Audit Volunteer" were printed on it in bold, regular script.

He walked straight ahead without looking to the side, and didn't even lift his eyelids when he passed by Song Qianxia.

Just as the two passed each other, Song Qianxia felt a chill run down her spine.

The notebook that Bai Ya was holding in the crook of his arm had its cover slightly curled up.

Song Qianxia caught a glimpse of red ink out of the corner of her eye.

The archive's directory is divided into two parts. Black Heron is responsible for recording all the names and organizational structures of those who have been transacted using pen and paper.

White Raven is responsible for cleaning up those deemed abnormal.

Once a name is circled in red, it means that person is about to receive a throat-slitting ceremony.

Tap, tap, tap... The sound of high heels gradually faded into the distance.

Song Qianxia's palms were covered in cold sweat.

She turned her head; the corridor was empty, there was nothing there.

The woman in the khaki trench coat seemed to melt into the air.

Song Qianxia strode towards the end of the corridor. To her left was the women's restroom, and to her right was the fire door of the emergency exit.

The fire door had a tiny gap and was slowly closing.

Only the motion-activated lights were on in the stairwell; there wasn't a soul in sight.

That's fast!

Song Qianxia cursed inwardly.

Leaning against the cold wall, my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat.

The body found in the drainage ditch on the outer ring road yesterday was found dead from a throat-slitting ritual, and today Bai Ya brazenly appeared on the rooftop of the Xinghai Foundation.

This is definitely not a coincidence.

The cleaning lady, Aunt Liu, died in the finance office on the top floor, most likely because she bumped into Bai Ya.

What Bai Ya came looking for was the real account book, or the missing cashier Meng Xiaoqing.

Song Qianxia rubbed her stiff cheeks.

Bai Ya didn't even glance at her, which means that Bai Ya's current target is not her.

The archives have their own rules; they only remove people who overstep their boundaries.

As long as Song Qianxia doesn't provoke her, and as long as the police's actions don't interfere with Bai Ya's cleanup plan, Bai Ya won't actively approach people in the sunlight.

But if Bai Ya knew that this useless intern in the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau's Major Crimes Unit was actually the Thousand Faces who should have died long ago.

Perhaps she will be captured as a monster and dissected for research.

Moreover, Gu Tingchen is a ruthless and determined man who will fight to the bitter end.

If he continues to investigate along that alloy wire, he will eventually run into the iron wall of the archives.

With this in mind, Song Qianxia made a decision.

This matter must be kept secret. At the very least, the Major Crimes Unit cannot be dragged into the mess of the archives.

She patted her cheeks hard, composed herself, and turned to walk towards the archives.

The door to the archives was ajar. Gu Tingchen was on the phone with Qin Zhenhai from the technical department.

Song Qianxia walked in slowly, trying to minimize her presence.

"Yes, the doors and windows were intact. There were signs that the floor had been swept. It's obvious that it was an inside job, or that the victim opened the door voluntarily."

Gu Tingchen spoke quickly, his gaze sweeping over the dusty filing cabinet.

"Okay, Lao Qin, bring some men over to perform a luminol reaction. Check if there's any blood that's been washed away."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Tingchen turned around and was met with Song Qianxia's face, which was whiter than paper.

He froze for a moment.

This girl was lively and energetic when I went out, how come she turned into this horrible state after just one trip to the bathroom?

His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his lips were bloodless. His steps were unsteady.

"What's wrong with you?" Gu Tingchen strode up to her, staring at her sharply.

Song Qianxia quickly covered her stomach, feigning weakness.

"I had a hypoglycemic episode. I only ate a box of instant noodles this morning, without even a braised egg. I was on the toilet for a long time, and when I stood up suddenly, I felt a little dizzy."

Gu Tingchen did not respond immediately.

He knew this intern all too well. She would run around the entire old town with boundless energy for a few dollars' worth of perfect attendance bonus. The calories in a box of instant noodles would definitely keep her busy all morning.

Furthermore, when a person has low blood sugar, their eyes are out of focus.

Although Song Qianxia was trying to appear pitiful, her eyes revealed a deep wariness and vigilance.

Gu Tingchen's gaze went past her shoulder and towards the corridor.

"Who did you run into outside just now?"