I listened to my sister's words today.

At this time, the system was still working hard in the system space and was extremely busy.

The aftermath work swept in like a storm, and the mountains of loopholes filled the entire space with a tense atmosphere.

The task of modifying memories is relatively easy. It only requires quietly adjusting the memories of those related to the host. The image of "boy" in those people's minds is erased bit by bit and replaced with the natural memory of "girl", leaving no flaws at all.

But the pressure on the system did not ease. After all, this work, which should have been completed early, was completely forgotten because of a "self-indulgent" trip.

He was also severely reprimanded by his leader, which almost caused the system to crash on the spot. He was almost dragged away for rework!

However, the real nightmare has just begun.

Modifying memory is just the appetizer, there are also complex scene repairs and various vulnerabilities to come.

Bug fixing is like tracking a frantic dog in an endless maze; every time you solve one bug, new ones arise.

After listening to the report from the senior leader, Jiang Ling turned slightly, glanced at the people standing in front of him, and nodded slightly.

He tapped the table lightly with his fingers, his voice calm yet commanding: "Since India likes to take the lead, from now on, all Indian ships will have their fees increased."

After a pause, a sneer appeared on his lips: "If any ship dares to refuse to pay the fee before leaving the port, the ship will be directly seized and sealed off along with the people and goods.

Tell them - they broke the rules and they have to bear the consequences."

"Yes! Patriarch!"

The room fell silent again.

Until the last person in charge left and the door was gently closed, Jiang Ling lowered his eyes, reached out to pick up a cup of still warm tea on the table, and took a sip carefully.

Before the aroma of tea had dissipated, someone knocked on the door again after a while.

"Come in."

The subordinate who came in was holding a thick file bag in his hand. He stood in front of Jiang Ling with a complicated expression and said in a low voice: "Master, this is the young lady's information."

"But... most of the content is too old, much of it has been damaged, and some has even been completely deleted. There is really very little that can be collected..."

Hearing this, Jiang Ling paused slightly for a moment, then put the teacup in his hand down.

He stood up directly, his movements quick and decisive, and reached out to take the file bag. When his fingers touched the thick brown paper.

A complex expression that had never been revealed before flashed across her eyes quickly and disappeared in an instant.

Outside the window, the sky is gray and thick dark clouds are pressing down on the city, as if a heavy rain will pour down at any time.

The heavy weight of the briefcase in her hand seemed even heavier than the dark clouds in the sky.

When the bag was opened, thick pages of paper and scattered old photos were revealed. Many of the corners had turned yellow and curled, and some places even showed signs of being soaked by water.

Jiang Ling's eyes darkened as she flipped through the documents page by page, her slender fingertips sliding across the paper.

The document records are quite comprehensive, but there are still some details missing.

The yellowed pages still seem to exude the breath of the past.

The blurred handwriting in the diary described a scene in which a small figure was discovered on a rainy night - the rain blurred the child's face into a ball.

The dean's description was also fragmented, as if he was deliberately avoiding the truth. The handwriting on the photocopy was faint, and some strokes were even broken and difficult to read.

Jiang Ling did not rush to close the diary, but continued to look at the records of her outings.

The first few pages of the record were normal. The little guy seemed to be living a carefree life, and his life trajectory was as ordinary as that of all ordinary children.

However, in the next few pages, things start to get unusual.

The time spent outside gradually increased, and the reasons for applying also changed from the initial "going to the library" and "school activities" to a few simple words such as "personal affairs" and "relaxation and rest".

These short and perfunctory words were like sharp thorns, piercing her heart, revealing a strange sense of unease.

He turned to the last page and closed the file with a little force, his fingertips turning white from the strain.

The assistant standing nearby didn't dare to interrupt until Jiang Ling calmly asked, "Are there any video files saved in these places?"

The assistant nodded. "Yes, we saved the video directly to the USB drive after confirming that it could be played normally."

"No one has seen the video content, and the documents have not been tampered with."

Jiang Ling nodded, her tone unquestionable: "Well, go and do your own thing, it's none of your business."

After the assistant closed the door, the room became suffocatingly quiet again.

He took out the USB drive and adapter cable from the file bag and skillfully inserted them into the mobile phone.

The screen lights up and the video starts playing.

The camera shook, and the scenes in the picture emerged frame by frame. She watched them over and over again, her expression gradually changing from calm to gloomy.

The only sound in the room was the low hum of the printer, and the details in the video pricked her nerves.

Finally, the printer spit out a list, but she seemed to have lost her strength and threw her phone aside, as if the images were so hot that she could no longer touch them.

He sat slumped on the sofa by the window, his elbows resting on his knees, his fingertips pressed against his temples.

Her eyes were unfocused yet deep, clearly lost in deep thought. She cast her gaze out the window, where the city, shrouded in darkness, seemed even darker than usual.

She felt a dull pain in her heart, but gradually she understood clearly why the little guy had contracted a mental illness.

At this moment, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes sharp as a knife, and said coldly to the outside of the door: "Come in."

The bodyguard outside the door heard the order, immediately pushed the door open and stood straight.

Jiang Ling's voice was quiet, but it carried a certain suppressed anger: "Find all the people who printed out the list."

The tone was cold and decisive, like a judgment that left no room for rebuttal.

"Then, call the people from the Yun family over."

The bodyguard nodded and quickly left the room with quick and decisive movements.

Jiang Ling rubbed his temples, trying to sort out his confused thoughts.

The night grew darker, and the city lights outside the window were bright, but they could not dispel the haze in her heart.

He also continued to pick up the mobile phone that he had just thrown aside, and his fingers trembled slightly as he swiped across the screen. On the phone screen, the video automatically played in a loop over and over again.

On the screen, the little guy's thin figure was particularly dazzling in the dim light, and several new and old overlapping scars were clearly visible, as if he was silently shouting out some unbearable pain.

There was dust on the little face, but there was a stubborn and heartbreaking light in the eyes - just like a blade of grass struggling to stand upright in a storm.

Her steps were staggering, and every step seemed to cut Jiang Ling's heart like a knife.

In the video, the iron gate at the entrance of the orphanage was half-open, and a few pieces of rusty iron sheets were shaking slightly, making a harsh creaking sound.

The little guy stood at the door. He was obviously exhausted and shaky, but he still stretched out his little hands and patted his thin clothes.