Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The police responded extremely quickly; as soon as the sirens blared, the trolls gathered at the entrance scattered like birds in less than five minutes.

Outside the courtyard, only a few stones splattered with red paint remained, and broken glass littered the ground.

There were also two crooked and shocking words, "murder," written on the iron gate.

Only after the police officers from the local police station finished taking the statement and left did the repairman dare to come and measure the dimensions.

The glass won't be ready until tomorrow morning, so we'll have to make do with wooden boards and windproof plastic sheeting for tonight.

Luo Qianyu wrapped herself up like a silkworm cocoon and huddled in the corner of the sofa.

Seeing Xu Qing shuffling around in her slippers with a broom sweeping up the broken glass, she was about to get down and help when Xu Qing glared at her and froze her in place.

"Stay put, you can't afford to step on these shards."

Luo Qianyu opened her mouth in a hurry, but then remembered the silencing order and forced herself to hold it back.

She pulled out her well-worn eyebrow pencil and scribbled wildly on the note: "Your foot is bleeding!"

Xu Qing glanced down at the soles of her feet.

The two glass cuts had been treated with iodine and casually covered with medical tape. He said in a nonchalant tone, "Minor injuries, won't kill you."

Luo Qianyu's hand trembled slightly as she held the slip of paper, then pushed another one over: "Will those lunatics come back?"

Xu Qing continued sweeping: "It won't happen again. The police have filed a report, and the property management has added double guards."

What he didn't say was that half an hour earlier, Ma Dongteng had already spent a lot of money to arrange private security.

At this moment, two SUVs full of plainclothes bodyguards were parked in the shadows downstairs, protecting the building like an iron barrel.

Luo Qianyu flipped the note over and continued gossiping, "You looked so cool when you fought just now, when did you become such a good fighter?"

Xu Qing emptied the broken glass into a trash bag and tied it tightly. He turned to look at her and said, "When I was studying in Berlin, the neighborhood was chaotic, so I casually practiced Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) for a few months."

Berlin again.

Luo Qianyu bit the pen, swallowing back all the questions that were swirling in her mind.

She knew her limits; when the man wanted to speak, she would naturally tell him everything.

After the repairman left, Xu Qing squatted by the window and used a hairdryer to dry the edges of the plastic sheeting on the window.

A gust of hot air caused the plastic sheet to bulge into a comical hemisphere.

Luo Qianyu sat cross-legged on the armrest of the sofa, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at him.

His gaze fell smoothly on the faint old scar on the back of his neck.

She had kissed there before. Xu Qing said it was from when she was a naughty child and fell there. She didn't believe it at the time, not even a punctuation mark.

The phone on the coffee table vibrated like a motor, without stopping for more than ten minutes.

Luo Qianyu didn't even lift her eyelids; she knew without looking how vile the online trolls were spewing.

Xu Qing turned off the hairdryer, got up and walked to the coffee table, grabbing her phone: "Unplug the network cable, I'm confiscating this thing first."

Luo Qianyu immediately held up a sign in protest: "Why are you taking my phone again?!"

"Prevent blood and qi from attacking the heart."

"Last time you locked the drawer, this time are you going to steal the router too?"

Xu Qing raised an eyebrow and actually turned around and walked towards the router.

Luo Qianyu got impatient and sprang up from the sofa barefoot.

She clutched the router tightly to her chest, turned around and glared at him fiercely, her face clearly saying, "I'll stay here as long as the router stands."

Xu Qing looked at her possessive posture and was speechless for two seconds: "The way you look right now is just like a mother hen protecting her chicks."

Luo Qianyu was furious and threw the eyebrow pencil in her hand at his face like a hidden weapon.

Xu Qing caught it steadily and casually put it into his shirt pocket.

After this commotion, Luo Qianyu's originally pale face finally regained some color.

Xu Qing repackaged her into a blanket roll and went to the kitchen to bring out warm honey water.

"I drank it. It's time for my vocal cord medication. I'll go to sleep after I take it."

Luo Qianyu held the cup and stared blankly at the water for a while.

She suddenly held up another piece of paper: "Xu Qing, I won't ask whether those videos circulating online are true or false."

Xu Qing leaned back on the sofa armrest, fiddling with the iodine bottle cap, without making a sound.

The note flipped over: "Because I saw right through you a long time ago."

She paused, then added a line heavily below: "I ignore all the rumors and gossip outside; I only believe you."

The note was pushed onto the coffee table.

Xu Qing picked it up, her gaze lingering on the words for a long time.

Then, he carefully folded the note and tucked it into the shirt pocket close to his heart—together with the note with stars and hearts drawn on it from the night before.

"Okay. Go to sleep."

Luo Qianyu stubbornly refused to move from the sofa, staring at him with her large, round eyes.

Xu Qing knew perfectly well that this girl was afraid that when she woke up, he would have already been taken away by the police.

He sighed, walked over and sat down beside her, patting his thigh: "I'm not leaving, I'll stay here and keep watch. Go to sleep."

Luo Qianyu quickly rested her head on his lap and contentedly pulled the blanket over her head.

Less than five minutes later, steady breathing could be heard.

Xu Qing made sure she was sound asleep before taking out her silent phone from beside her leg.

Ma Dongteng's WeChat posts have gone viral.

"The deceased's family received five transfers totaling $42 from a shell company over the past three months! Guess who this shell company is? It's those cunning old foxes in the Cayman Islands."

"The BBC reporter who wrote the report had a lunch for two downstairs at the headquarters of Deepsea Capital in New York last month, and I even found the credit card receipts."

"The lab has confirmed that the recording circulating online is 100% AI-generated! The underlying code still retains traces of the Siren system. The report will be released tomorrow morning."

Xu Qing's eyes turned cold, and he typed five words: "Give me the highest level of access."

Ma Dongteng instantly understood that he was about to flip the table: "All the idle computing power in the Tencent server room has been allocated to you, and I'll personally oversee the internal VPN. Go ahead and kill."

Xu Qing put down her phone and glanced down at Luo Qianyu on her lap.

She finally let her guard down in her sleep, with a trace of drool still hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Xu Qing gently moved her head onto the soft pillow, then got up and walked towards the study.

Unlocking the military-grade encrypted terminal specially supplied by Tencent Security Department, the system is directly connected to the intranet of the Shenzhen headquarters.

Xu Qing pulled out a chair and sat down.

He pulled a black USB drive from deep inside the drawer and decisively inserted it into the computer.

This is not just a USB flash drive, but also a "nuclear weapon key" that has been dormant for seven years.

Seven years ago, when he was forced to leave Berlin, he personally buried a ghost backdoor in the abandoned server of the underground laboratory of Humboldt University, which only he could activate.

Seven years have passed, and the only bet is that the old machine is still running.

Xu Qing's fingers flew across the keyboard as he typed the first line of wake-up code.

The cold, bluish light from the screen shone on his sharply defined face, and the only sound in the study was the torrential clatter of the keyboard.

The public opinion surrounding him has at most 12 hours to ferment.

Tonight, this chair is his trench.

2:30 a.m.

Luo Qianyu rolled over on the sofa, and the blanket slipped off.

She reached out with her hand, still half asleep, but there was nothing there.

Looking through the half-open door, a faint blue light shone from the study.

She tiptoed over.

Xu Qing sat upright in front of the computer, her ten fingers moving so fast they left afterimages.

His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, yet he exuded a chillingly focused concentration.

Three empty Coke cans were scattered haphazardly on the table.

Luo Qianyu didn't go in to disturb them.

She turned and went into the kitchen, simmered the millet porridge over low heat for forty minutes, placed it on the low table by the study door, gently knocked on the door frame, and left.

Three hours later, the porridge got cold.

She heated up another bowl and replaced it.

As dawn approached, the second bowl was finally empty.

A note with Xu Qinglong's flamboyant handwriting was pressed at the bottom of the bowl: "Go to sleep."

Luo Qianyu retorted without hesitation from behind: "Get lost first!"

Xu Qing didn't reply this time.

His entire being had become one with this string of code.

The code on the screen was displayed like a waterfall.

That abandoned generator in Berlin is still alive!

But Deepsea Capital is not to be underestimated.

The outer perimeter was reinforced with four layers of top-tier firewalls, plus an extremely insidious honeypot trap.

Xu Qing worked like crazy for eight hours, managing to break through the first three lines of defense.

The fourth layer is an AI dynamic monitoring system based on keystroke habits.

As soon as this underlying logical architecture was revealed, Xu Qing let out a cold laugh.

Isn't this just a variant of "Siren" that he wrote back then?

Using code written by Lao Tzu to defend against Lao Tzu?

Without any hesitation, Xu Qing directly retrieved the super key he had buried years ago and entered a 128-bit string of gibberish.

The screen flickered twice.

The firewall is broken!

A torrent of raw data instantly flooded into Xu Qing's hard drive.

Server logs, access control records, top-secret emails, and even security surveillance footage that had been deliberately erased from seven years ago have all been brought back to light.

Xu Qing clicked on one of the high-definition videos highlighted in red.

Timestamp: Seven years ago, basement B3 of Humboldt University of Berlin.

In the scene, Xu Qing, a thin and dejected young man wearing a white coat, is yelling at a middle-aged man in a suit.

The middle-aged man had his back to the camera, but the solid gold logo of Deepsea Capital on his collar was dazzling.

Marcus, President of Deepsea North America.

In the video, Xu Qing's eyes were bloodshot as he roared hysterically, each word dripping with anguish: "Turn it off immediately! Lily's brainwaves are already at a critical point; she'll die if we don't turn it off!"

Marcus tilted his head slightly, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at a piece of scrapped tool.

His light, airy German, amplified by the system's automatic noise reduction, was clearly audible: "Continue the experiment. The data I need is far more valuable than the worthless life of this lunatic."

Meanwhile, in an unassuming high-rise apartment building outside the Fourth Ring Road of Beijing.

Luo Tianxiong sat imposingly on the rosewood armchair.

On the rosewood coffee table were three things placed side by side: the BBC smear report (which he had marked with red crosses), the candlestick chart of Penguin Music's limit down, and a handwritten portfolio statement that was enough to shake the entire Wall Street.

Butler Zhou pushed open the door and entered, standing respectfully three steps away: "Master Luo, the market-making accounts in North America are all in place."

Luo Tianxiong picked up the small wine cup and took a small sip of the mellow Moutai.

"Activate all three offshore trading pools to full capacity. As soon as the US stock market opens tomorrow morning, the first batch of funds will be poured in."

Old Zhou gasped, then cautiously probed, "Sir, how much chassis did we adjust in total this time?"

Luo Tianxiong slammed his wine glass heavily on the table, exuding the aura of a domineering CEO.

"Aren't those old foreign devils from Deepsea Capital trying to short Tencent Music?"

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, hands behind his back, and looked down at the dazzling lights of the capital city, his eyes filled with disdain: "Tomorrow morning, I'll teach them what it means to have a broad perspective, and what it means to be the ultimate sucker who never comes back!"