The first top lady

The first floor of Bangan Building is a digital archive, equipped with electronic instruments for online query of electronic archives. The second and third floors store secret and confidential paper archives respectively. The underground floor is filled with top secret archives, which are strictly guarded.

Song Yixuan said that there was no hierarchy, which meant that she could check all three levels of files. Because she didn't know the level of Wei Tingchou's file, this was generally not allowed.

The files were not arranged by name, but by special codes. Song Yixuan looked at the display rack and didn't know where to start, so he went downstairs to check the storage information on the machine.

She used 707 to verify her identity and obtained Wei Tingchou's file code, which was BG-A203-1610-0107.

A is the secret file number.

Wei Tingchou went undercover in a drug trafficking gang. In order to avoid his identity being revealed, he erased his personal information from the public and filed it away in Banganlou.

If one were to reveal his identity to the world again, there would be only two possibilities: one is that the mission is completed and he returns to his regular job; the other is that he dies in the line of duty, and his name as a hero will be remembered forever by history.

Song Yixuan lowered her eyes and flipped through Wei Tingchou's file. At this moment, she finally confirmed her guess.

Wei Yilin really sent Wei Tingchou to be an undercover drug enforcement officer.

The master was loyal to the country and the people, and was a good public servant, but Song Yixuan could never figure out what kind of sense of mission would make him so willing to sacrifice his life, and what kind of selflessness would make him push his son down this path despite the rift between father and son.

Song Yixuan had heard Wei Yilin lament about his father-son relationship with Wei Tingchou, and the self-blame and guilt went straight to his heart. But the shooting four years ago meant that they would never have the chance to reconcile face to face.

Although we know the story of Wei Tingchou, it is still not certain whether Jia Ming and Wei Tingchou are the same person, because there is no photo of Wei Tingchou in the archives.

All traces of him on the Internet have disappeared, and there must be no photos of him.

Just when Song Yixuan was hesitating, a name came into her sight: Shen Manti - Wei Tingchou's girlfriend before he "disappeared".

Since she is his girlfriend, Shen Manti should have a photo of her and Wei Tingchou.

Song Yixuan couldn't wait to find out the truth. He called Yan Zhe as he walked out and instructed, "Please check someone for me. Shen Manti, who works in Dijing, is 25 years old. Send it to my phone later."

"Okay, Miss!"

When the staff saw Song Yixuan coming out, they respectfully escorted her to the door.

Perhaps, this is the advantage of power. If you can do everything right, everyone will treat you with respect.

Guan Qian called and asked her where she was. Song Yixuan, chewing on a fried chicken leg, replied incoherently, "Just a fried chicken shop."

Guan Qian on the other end of the phone was confused for two seconds, and then he heard Sheng Kai correct her: "Sister, we are not going to settle for a fried chicken restaurant."

"Oh, it's just a fried chicken shop." Her mind was all on the fried chicken in her hands, on the table and in her mouth.

Sheng Kai: “…” It’s all in vain.

"Eat less fried chicken, be careful of diarrhea." Guan Qian warned softly, and then he found that Song Yixuan had hung up the phone on him.

Hmm? Did he say something wrong?

At this time, Song Yixuan was spreading his hands covered in oil stains, staring blankly at the mobile phone at his feet.

She just lost her balance and dropped her phone. Now she was wondering whether to finish the last chicken leg first or pick up her phone first. After a mental struggle, she looked at her greasy hands and decided to eat the fried chicken first.

Wait, what did Guan Qian just tell her? Eat more fried chicken?

"Boss, let's have another one."

Yan Zhe sent Shen Manti's personal information, including her current address.

However, Shen Manti is a high school physics teacher, so she should still be in school at this time.

Song Yixuan put away his phone and stood in front of the Buqiuju fried chicken shop waiting for the car to arrive. He was full and bored.

Soon, a black car stopped in front of Song Yixuan. She raised her eyelids lazily and stepped into the car.

"Where are you going?" Guan Qian turned his head and smiled at Song Yixuan who was slumped in the car.

Song Yixuan yawned, feeling like his brain was about to shut down, "Go find someone at No. 25 Middle School."

Sheng Kai said, "Sister, aren't your brother and sister studying in the Imperial Capital? It's just on the way, why don't you go visit them?"

"Forget it," Song Yixuan said, "I have too many enemies, maybe they are following me."

She was not afraid of threats, but she was afraid that Song Yixun and Song Yitian would become hostages and be harmed innocently.

Sheng Kai subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror twice, repeatedly confirming whether anyone was following them.

Teikyo No. 25 Middle School, the second-year subject teacher's office.

"Teacher Shen, the son of one of my classmates works in a bank. He will be 30 years old after the Chinese New Year. His family has a car and a house. He is an only child and is very well off. Would you like to meet him?" An old teacher pushed his reading glasses and fiddled with the PPT courseware for the afternoon class with a frown.

Shen Manti smiled and said, "No need, Teacher Wang."

Wang Yan said earnestly: "It's not a solution for you to just wait like this. You still have to live your life." She had heard that Shen Manti was waiting for a boy, so she kindly advised her.

Suddenly, I clicked something and all the content I just finished disappeared. "Oh! Why are all my content gone? Come and help me fix it."

Shen Manti went to help and didn't mention the matter again. When she returned to her office, she received a strange phone call.

"Hello!"

"Hello, are you Miss Shen Manti?"

Shen Manti hesitated, "I am."

"I want to ask you something about Wei Tingchou. Is it convenient?"

"You are..." She hadn't heard this name for a long time.

"His, friend." Song Yixuan didn't know what to call herself. Wei Tingchou was the son of her master and his wife, but she had never seen him before.

"Okay, there's a coffee shop across from the school. I'll go find you there."

Song Yixuan put away his phone, turned around and walked to the car window, leaned over to the people inside and said, "Come on, I'll buy you some coffee."

After a while, Song Yixuan saw a thin, pale woman walking towards her, and asked her tentatively, "Are you...a friend of the one who listened to the chips?"

Song Yixuan nodded.

Shen Manti is very thin, about 1.63 meters tall, and her whole body seems to be shrouded in a cold atmosphere, making people feel gentle and sad. There is a faint sadness between her eyebrows, and her thin facial features reveal determination.

Song Yixuan saw weakness and stubbornness, forbearance and strength on this face. It was a contradictory interweaving of fragility and tenacity, which immediately touched the softest spot in her heart.

"Sorry to mention your sad story." Suddenly, Song Yixuan felt a little reluctant.

"It's okay." Shen Manti didn't shy away from it, pretending to be calm. She pushed the phone towards Song Yixuan and said, "There's only this one. My phone was infected with a virus before, and all the photos are gone." She was a little regretful.

Song Yixuan understood that this "virus" was probably created by someone in the archives. As for why one photo was left behind, it should not have been missed.

This photo was taken on a paper plate. It should be that Shen Manti took another photo with her mobile phone and saved it in her mobile phone.

But this one is enough.