Spy Wars: I'm the boss, who am I afraid of?

The early morning light gradually dispelled the silence of the night, and Tang Xiaoxiao's figure disappeared in the morning mist, leaving behind a silent campus.

She returned to the dormitory and lay back on her bed, as if nothing had happened.

The next day, the campus was filled with a subtle atmosphere of tension. Students whispered about the series of bizarre events that happened last night.

However, no one knows the truth. They only know that overnight, some people mysteriously disappeared and some people drowned in the toilet. The school held an emergency meeting to investigate these abnormal situations, but all the clues pointed to an unsolvable mystery.

Tang Xiaoxiao sat in the classroom with a calm look in her eyes, as if everything that happened last night had nothing to do with her. She focused on the class, took neat notes, and had a sharp mind. Those who had tried to harm her no longer posed a threat, and her life returned to peace.

However, under the calm, there are undercurrents. Katori Hanada's uncle, an official working in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, learned of his niece's disappearance and came to the academy to start an investigation.

Katori Hanada's uncle, the official from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, brought more pressure to the campus. His eyes were sharp, as if he could see through all the secrets, and every look was full of doubt and vigilance. He began to interrogate every student strictly, trying to find clues about his niece's disappearance. His appearance made the already tense atmosphere even more solemn, and everyone was walking on thin ice, fearing that they would touch a sensitive nerve.

Katori Hanada's uncle, the elder with elegant manners and sharp eyes, spoke slowly. His voice was like the rippling of autumn water, but it revealed a power that could not be ignored. "Student Xue Sasa, I must ask you, where did you spend last night? Can anyone confirm your whereabouts?" Every word he said was like a carved jade, exquisite and sharp, and went straight to the heart.

"I slept in the dormitory last night, and my roommates can testify to that." Tang Xiaoxiao remained calm in the face of such a situation. Her answer was concise and clear, and every word was carefully considered without a single flaw.

Katori Hanada's uncle raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, as if he was exploring a deeper secret. His words were like the moonlight in the dark night, soft but cold, "I heard that there seems to be some rift between you and Hanada, right?" This question was like an invisible sword, silently piercing Tang Xiaoxiao, trying to uncover the calm surface and find the truth hidden deep inside.

However, she responded with an innocent smile, with an innocent light in her eyes. "No, Sister Huatian and I have a good relationship, and there is no conflict." Tang Xiaoxiao's innocent expression made people believe it.

Her voice was like the morning dew, crystal clear and firm, and every word she said was like pearls falling on a plate, crisp and pleasant to the ear.

The sharpness in Katori Hanada's uncle's eyes did not diminish because of her answer, but became even deeper, like an ancient well with no bottom, seeing through all possible truths and falsehoods.

"So, what do you think about Huatian's disappearance last night?" There was an unignorable solemnity in his tone, as if he was trying to find the truth of a mystery.

Tang Xiaoxiao was slightly startled, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes. She gently raised her eyelids, met those sharp eyes, and said calmly: "I just learned the news, and I am very shocked. If I can provide any help, I am willing to do my best."

Katori Hanada's uncle nodded, his eyes flashing with deep thought. He looked at Tang Xiaoxiao, as if trying to find the answer from her eyes, but there was only clarity and innocence in her eyes.

"Okay, thank you Xue Sasa for your cooperation, you can go out." After he finished speaking, a faint melancholy filled the air, as if it was a dream that was about to dissipate.

Tang Xiaoxiao stood up, bowed slightly, then turned and left.

However, the story does not end there. Katori Hanada's uncle did not let go of any clues easily, and his investigation went deep into every possible corner.

He found the pieces of clothing that had been corroded by the corpse-dissolving water, and the stench that was hard to ignore. He began to wonder if this was related to the disappearance of Katori Hanada, but he could not find direct evidence and could only bury his doubts deep in his heart.

At the same time, rumors were rife on campus, with various versions of the story circulating among students.

"It must be a ghost claiming my life."

"No, no, it must be the murderer."

"I heard that the murderer has a ghostly figure, maybe it's him."

"Impossible. Every time the killer appears, many people die."

The rumor spread like a virus, exacerbating the unrest on campus.

However, Tang Xiaoxiao didn't care about these rumors. She focused on her studies, as if those horrible events had no effect on her.

Katori Hanada's uncle ultimately failed to find any substantial evidence. He could only helplessly accept the fact that his niece was missing and report the matter to his superiors.

The school's management has also begun to strengthen security measures to prevent similar incidents from happening again. However, none of this can change the facts that have already happened, nor can it erase the scars that have already happened.

As time passed, the campus gradually returned to its former tranquility. Those days that were once shrouded in darkness became an eternal mystery in people's hearts.

The moonlight was like silk, sprinkled on the quiet city, and it was another quiet night. At this moment of silence, Tang Xiaoxiao appeared quietly like a ghost, her figure looming in the moonlight, as if blending into the depth of the night. She appeared at the door of Suzuki Ohara's office, which was a secluded place hidden in the corner of a bustling city. The light was weak, but it was enough to illuminate her way forward.

She pushed the door open lightly, and the door hinge made a slight creaking sound in the silence, but the sound was particularly harsh in this empty office building. Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed with vigilance and determination like a cat's eyes. She shuttled skillfully in the darkness, and every movement was precise and silent, as if every step was racing against time.

The office is simply furnished, with only a desk, a chair and a desk lamp. On the wall hangs a striking group photo. It is a yellowed photo that records the glory of the academy in the past. The students are full of youthful smiles, frozen in that moment. Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes stayed on the photo for a moment, and she secretly memorized everyone's face in her heart. She quickly took out a miniature camera from her pocket. It was a tool she carefully prepared. It was small and hidden, enough to complete the shooting task without being noticed. The shutter of the camera was pressed silently, and the photo was instantly frozen, and the secrets hidden in the years were also captured.

She carefully put the camera back into her pocket and scanned the office again to make sure there were no traces left. She knew that this photo was the key to finding clues, and the whereabouts of past graduates might be hidden in it. Those former students might now be scattered all over the world, lurking in all walks of life, and everyone could be the person she was looking for. As long as she had this photo, finding them would no longer be a problem without a trace.

In order to bring the camera into this heavily guarded academy, Tang Xiaoxiao took great pains. She studied the layout of the academy, understood the patrol routes of the security guards, and even spent several days disguised as a cleaner just to find this opportunity in the silence of the night. Her determination and wisdom allowed her to overcome dangers in challenges again and again. Behind every success is countless days and nights of hard work.

After leaving the office, Tang Xiaoxiao disappeared into the night, leaving only the faint moonlight in the empty corridor. She already had a plan in mind, and the next step was to send it to Li Dayong. She believed that with this photo, she could easily catch these lurkers.

In the pitch-black night, Tang Xiaoxiao is like a lone dancer, dancing gracefully and firmly in the darkness, pursuing the secrets hidden behind the light.