The first top lady

Mu Zhen stepped into the car, and his expression instantly softened.

Murian Yurong hugged Mu Zhen's arm and asked with a smile: "Dad, who was the uncle who just spoke to you?"

Mu Zhen smiled lovingly and said, "It's not important." Then he asked, "Qi Huai, what do you think of Dijing?"

Murian Yurong thought for a moment and said, "Sister Song is pretty good, but it seems that Sister Song is not from the Imperial Capital. As for the food, there is nothing delicious, not as good as Raochuan."

Mu Zhen smiled and said, "Greedy cat." He couldn't help but think of Wen Ruqi who was also greedy, "Just like your mother."

"Huh? Mom also likes to eat all kinds of delicious food?" Murian Yurong thought that Mu Zhen was talking about his deceased wife.

Since she called Mu Zhen "Dad", then Mu Zhen's wife was naturally her mother.

"She likes it! She likes it very much!" Mu Zhen said affirmatively, "She has eaten at every hot pot restaurant on every street in Raochuan."

While Murian Yurong was not paying attention, he sighed softly.

The man who was eating, drinking and playing drinking games in the hot pot restaurant seemed to be right in front of him, and the incident of him going to the hot pot restaurant to "catch someone" seemed to have happened just yesterday.

But in fact, it has been seventeen years.

Murian Yurong is already sixteen years old.

Song Bingxian was about to get on the car to return to Zhenglanyuan when he seemed to see two people hiding behind a telephone pole not far away, and they looked quite familiar.

He withdrew his right foot that had already stepped into the car and turned to walk towards it.

"Chairman..." The bodyguard was afraid of danger and wanted to walk in front of Song Bingxian, but he raised his hand to stop him.

Song Bingxian looked at the two acquaintances standing upright on the side of the road and asked, "What are you doing here?"

When Song Yixuan and Chao Jing saw that they were discovered, their bodies instantly relaxed.

"This electric pole is too thin. It can't stop the two of us." Song Yixuan muttered.

Chao Jing smiled and said, "I said we were just passing by, do you believe me?"

Song Bingxian smiled but said nothing.

Song Yixuan nudged Chao Jing next to him with his elbow and whispered, "Hey, do you think we look like employees who were caught slacking off at work by their boss?"

Chao Jing disagreed and denied, "I've been working hard this year. I just came back two days ago. I'm very busy."

Song Yixuan said: "I have also carried out two missions this year."

Chao Jing teased, "You spend more time playing than performing tasks, and your KPI is not up to standard. You need to learn more from your eldest brother, second brother, third brother, fourth sister, and fifth brother. They all work all year round. Of course, you can also learn from me."

Song Yixuan couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said, "I can't do it. I can't do it at all."

It was unknown when Song Bingxian left, and the Wenfeng H8 was no longer visible on the road.

Chao Jing said, "I didn't hear anything. It was a wasted trip." He quickened his pace, caught up with Song Yixuan, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Song Yixuan wanted to go to the Fifth Bureau and the Archives. Since the Archives was relatively close to here, he said, "Archives."

Chao Jing just remembered and said, "By the way, I have transferred the electronic database of the archives to the 700 cloud. If you want to look up information, you can use your device to check it directly."

The equipment here naturally refers to the 707 in Song Yixuan's hand.

The main station that controls equipment 701 to 707 is 700. The communication channel is in Song Bingxian's hands, which is used to pass messages or issue tasks to them, but the background and system are in Chao Jing's hands. After all, he developed this set of equipment, and the usual maintenance and operation still depends on him.

"Unless it is a top-secret file that is not available online." Chao Jing added.

Song Yixuan said: "I want to go to the archives to check Cheng Xuexian's case and see if I can find any clues about the third nuclear bomb problem."

Chao Jing is indeed a genius in computers, but he yawned when he heard these physical terms. "I'll go with you."

Song Yixuan looked at Chao Jing's sleepy look and asked, "Are you sure?"

"It's an old case, and the basement is a mess. Can you find it by yourself?" Chao Jing said, "We agreed that I can only help you find the file. If you want to check it, you can only check it yourself."

Song Yixuan laughed and said, "I didn't count on you in the first place."

"Hey!" Chao Jing suddenly remembered what happened before and asked, "Third brother, you asked me to check for you before but suddenly said that there was no need to check. What's going on?"

Song Yixuan said calmly: "Nothing."

"Okay." Seeing that she didn't want to talk, Chao Jing didn't ask any more questions.

Archives.

The front desk staff recognized Song Yixuan, asked Song Yixuan to identify his fingerprint on the fingerprint machine, and then politely pointed out the direction of the entrance to the top-secret archive.

"Hey, sir, you can't go in." Seeing Chao Jing wanted to break in directly, the staff immediately stopped him.

Chao Jing said: "No, she and I are together."

The staff member said politely: "Then you have to apply for it. This is the rule of the archives."

But Chao Jing has blue hair and wears non-mainstream clothes, so he doesn't look like a serious person.

Chao Jing put his hands in his trouser pockets and smiled carefreely, "I remember I could go in directly."

Now it looks even more sloppy.

Song Yixuan couldn't stand it anymore and shouted at him, "Stop playing and finish registering quickly and come in."

"Okay." Chao Jing then walked to the workbench, took out his right hand from his trouser pocket, and authenticated his identity on the fingerprint machine.

The staff member was stunned for a moment and looked Chao Jing up and down with suspicion in his eyes.

Is this person reliable?

"What do you think? I said I can come in." Chao Jing's smile deepened. He put his right hand back into his trouser pocket and walked towards Song Yixuan slowly, his back looking leisurely and proud.

Pure pretense!

"Hurry up, can you please hurry up? It's so annoying!" Song Yixuan was helpless. If he had known earlier, he would not have brought Chao Jing with him.

Chao Jing immediately ran over, "Here I come."

It’s not that I’m afraid of Song Yixuan, it’s mainly because I can’t beat Song Yixuan.

When I pushed open the door of an archive room at the end of the basement, thick dust hit me in the face.

Song Yixuan coughed twice, fanned the dust in front of him with his hands, and walked in. "Can I report it? Don't they clean up?"

"The sealed files in this archive room are all cases that could not be solved for various reasons. Maybe no one will come in and look through them for ten or twenty years. As time goes by, no one takes care of them." Chao Jing turned on the switch behind the door, and saw the light bar flickering for more than ten times before it completely stabilized. "It seems that no one has been here for a long time."

Even during the day, the archive room was still dim, with lights flashing occasionally, making this archive room, which had been sealed for many years, look even more eerie.

Song Yixuan looked around and saw rows of bookshelves piled with files. She felt a little desperate. How long would it take to find out?

"Luckily I have you, Sixth Brother."

It was right to bring him here.

"That's it!" Chao Jing walked to the nearest row of bookshelves and pulled out a file box. "We are good at checking electronic files, but we are also good at checking paper files."

"Okay, then I'll go take a look at the evidence first." Song Yixuan walked straight to the innermost evidence rack, turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, and checked the case names and numbers marked on the evidence boxes one by one.

I don’t know if she was lucky or just a coincidence, but the third evidence box she found was the evidence in Cheng Xuexian’s case.

Song Yixuan took the evidence box down from the bookshelf and placed it on the dusty table in the archive room.

There was a seal on the evidence box. Song Yixuan carefully peeled off half of it and opened the lid.

The list of evidence read: six sets of clothing, 500 grams of tea, two blue and white porcelain cups, three gold bars, a traditional Chinese painting, four books, three ancient paintings (not yet returned), a fountain pen, two pairs of glasses, a set of navigation tools, a large and a small world map (the large one has not been returned), and a bottle of mineral water.

Are there any secrets hidden in these evidences?

"Not yet brought to justice..." Song Yixuan was puzzled.

Since these things were not found, how could we know that Cheng Xuexian had them? They were even listed in the list of evidence.

"If they are not brought to justice, then are these things still in Country G? Could the contents of the manuscript be hidden in the painting?"

"Found it." Chao Jing came over with the file, reading as he walked: "Academician Cheng Xuexian packed three bags in total. One bag contained two sets of clothes, a box of tea, two blue and white porcelain tea cups, three gold bars, and a traditional Chinese painting. Another bag contained three sets of clothes, four books, three ancient paintings, a fountain pen, and two pairs of glasses. The other bag contained a set of navigation tools, a set of clothes, a large and a small world map, and a bottle of mineral water. If you don't understand what it means, you can read it yourself."

The brain is really not enough.