Double evil in the business district

Chapter 434 Xiao Yue's Endeavor: Delving into the Dark Core of Finance

Xiao Yue's fingertips hovered on the floating keyboard for three seconds. When the coffee machine issued a third tone indicating that the extraction was complete, the anti-peeping ripples on the LCD wall suddenly twisted into a green broken line like an electrocardiogram.

She took off her smart glasses, and the residual body heat from the temples created a small mist on the metal table, reflecting the data star map that continued to spread on the ceiling.

"Third set of biometric verification." She muttered to herself at the holographic projection, her wedding ring reflecting a tiny speck of light on the iris scanning interface of the encrypted account.

The aroma of Blue Mountain coffee wafting from the tea room was mixed with the smell of some acidic cleaner, which reminded her of the corrosive liquid she found in the shredder recycling bin last night - at this moment, those dark green stains were continuing to corrode the plastic partitions in the evidence box.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the Finance Department automatically adjusted to twilight mode, filtering the 3:00 PM sunlight into an amber color like old film.

Xiao Yue used her fingernails to pick up the matcha mousse cream that had solidified on the edge of the incubator. The moment the cream came into contact with the air, spider-web-like crystals formed, which were exactly the same as the cryopreservative she had seen in the biological sample transportation records last week.

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Xiao Yue suddenly grabbed his cufflinks. The hexagonal metal button was beating in her palm, receiving vibrations from some encrypted frequency band.

The smart glass behind the two people switched to perspective mode. In the parking lot on the 37th floor, Manager Ma's black car was unloading three silver metal boxes with cold chain logos from the trunk.

"Hold this for me." She inserted her wedding ring into the calibration groove of the holographic projector, the diamond's sharp edges cutting tiny arcs in the air. "There's something wrong with the oxidation of these inks. Look at the shipping expenses for the third quarter of 2009..." She projected the account page, magnified forty times, onto the ceiling. Nanoscale metal particles lurked in the yellowed paper fibers.

Auditor Huang suddenly loosened his tie, and the strict dark gray stripes split into binary code in the data stream: "This is not ordinary aging!

These carbon particles are arranged into microcircuits! His cufflinks began to heat up, and they both looked towards the tea room—Accountant Chen's hand, holding the mug, was trembling slightly in the blue light of the microwave.

When the nineteenth incorrect password prompt popped up, Xiao Yue buried her face in the cashmere scarf that Shen Ting had given her this morning.

The cedar aroma lingering on the scarf fibers was mixed with a very faint smell of nitroglycerin, which reminded her of the meteorite fragment that was embedded in the bulletproof glass when the Shen Group's underground laboratory exploded two months ago.

"Do you need to restart the quantum key?" Auditor Huang's voice seemed to come from underwater, and his tie clip was projecting a constantly changing Klein bottle model on the table.

Xiao Yue suddenly pulled off her hairband, and her seaweed-like long hair swept across the holographic keyboard. The micro sensors hidden between her hair suddenly began to receive the Morse code sent by the wedding ring.

The verification interface of the encrypted account split into a double helix structure at this time. Xiao Yue stared at the flashing light in a certain base pair - that was the biopheromone code that Shen Ting accidentally left on the back of her neck with his fingerprint when he helped her blow-dry her hair last night.

"Hold page seven of the 2008 account book up to the UV light!" She knocked over the incubator, and the collapsed matcha mousse spread across the floor in a strange fluorescent green.

Auditor Huang held up the yellowed page. The aged ink revealed silver lines like synapses under ultraviolet light, which perfectly matched the EEG record that had disappeared from Xiao Yue's father's medical record.

When the eighty-seventh dynamic password was finally cracked, the smart glass of the entire Finance Department suddenly entered an electromagnetic shielding state.

Xiao Yue's wedding ring was burned like a branding iron in the torrent of data. Her trembling fingers stroked the Swiss bank account that appeared in the holographic projection. The jumping numbers in the balance display bar caused ice crystals to form on the air outlet of the central air conditioner.

"These capital flows..." Auditor Huang's voice was stuck in his throat. His gold-rimmed glasses were playing the surveillance video at twenty times the speed - the color of Cashier Liu's irises in the picture kept changing with the release date of the quarterly financial report.

Xiao Yue suddenly grabbed a paper cutter and cut open the cashmere scarf. When the biochip that fell out of the interlayer came into contact with the remaining matcha cream on the table, it suddenly projected a three-dimensional model of Shen Ting's palm print.

She pressed the model against the final verification area of ​​the account and heard the distinctive hissing of the liquid nitrogen tank coming from the ventilation duct.

The lighting system of the entire floor switched to blood red the moment the verification was passed. Xiao Yue looked at the family emblem slowly emerging in the account holder's name column, and heard the pulsation of his own carotid artery gradually overlapping with the rising rhythm of the president's special elevator 300 meters away.

The blood-red alarm light shattered into stardust in Shen Ting's pupils, and the titanium alloy door of the president's special elevator closed silently behind him.

The pheromone residue on the back of Xiao Yue's neck suddenly began to feel hot. She looked at the tall figure reflected in the Swiss bank account interface. The smell of rust in her throat subtly overlapped with the smell of corrosive fluid from the shredder last night.

"You should use a thermos." Shen Ting's crocodile leather shoes rolled over the solidified fluorescent green mousse on the floor. When the hem of his custom-made suit swept across the evidence box, the corroded plastic partitions suddenly stopped bubbling.

In his left hand, he was holding the Starbucks thermos cup that Xiao Yue had left in the conference room on the 38th floor, and the holographic interface that popped up on the watch on his right hand was simultaneously displaying the account hacking progress bar.

Xiao Yue took a half step back and bumped into the incubator. The collapsed box suddenly sprayed out a white mist of liquid nitrogen at minus 196 degrees Celsius.

Shen Ting ripped off his tie 0.3 seconds faster than the alarm system was lifted. The mulberry silk fabric soaked in nitroglycerin drew a burning parabola in the air, accurately covering the biochip that was about to explode.

"Be careful." His deep voice carried the vibration frequency of the explosion in the underground laboratory. His knuckle-jointed palm passed through the gradually dissipating red alarm light and stuffed the thermos cup between Xiao Yue's cold fingers.

The body temperature remaining on the wall of the cup seeped in along the cold sweat in her palm lines. The sweet aroma of wolfberry and red date tea was mixed with the smell of radiation neutralizer that was only used in military laboratories.

Auditor Huang suddenly coughed violently, and the fine circuit patterns on his gold-rimmed glasses cracked as he coughed.

Xiao Yue looked at the account balance that was still jumping in the holographic projection, and suddenly found that the arrangement of those numbers was exactly the same as the fluctuations in his father's electrocardiogram before his death.

The moment the bottom of the thermos touched the table, all the smart glass on the thirty-seventh floor suddenly became transparent again, and the setting sun in twilight mode made Director Ma's black car look like a piece of melting obsidian.

"Mr. Shen, you came at the right time." Xiao Yue turned the wedding ring, and the diamond edges carved a fleeting spark on Shen Ting's tie clip.

She deliberately let the hot tea in her thermos spill onto the cuffs of the man's custom-made suit, watching as the dark brown water stains formed the same topological structure on the fabric as the account holder's badge.

Shen Ting suddenly grabbed her wrist that was hanging in the air, and the calluses on his palm rubbed the place where Xiao Yue was scratched by the paper shredder yesterday.

The smell of gunpowder from the explosion in the medical equipment warehouse on the 23rd floor suddenly became strong. Xiao Yue saw that there was a fresh scratch on his collarbone where he had unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, which matched the lock of the cold chain metal box perfectly.

"Your heart rate is out of control." Shen Ting pressed his thumb on her wrist, and the smart wedding ring suddenly started playing surveillance footage from two months ago. In the video, Xiao Yue's father's attending physician was handing a freezer to Manager Ma.

As he spoke, his breath brushed three centimeters behind Xiao Yue's earlobe, where a tiny implanted sensor that had appeared last night was heating up.

Amid the white noise of the alarm being lifted, Xiao Yue heard the sound of her own teeth chattering: "Mr. Shen, what do you think these cold chain boxes should contain? Anti-cancer drugs or... brain tissue samples?" She suddenly ripped open Shen Ting's shirt pocket, and a shipping order with a synapse pattern printed on it fell at Auditor Huang's feet. The date was the day her father's EEG disappeared.

Suddenly, electric sparks burst out from the lighting system of the entire floor at the same time. In the flickering light and shadow, Xiao Yue saw Shen Ting's pupils shrink into dangerous vertical lines.

The hem of his suit, still reeking of nitroglycerin, swept across the holographic projector, and the Swiss bank account interface suddenly began playing old news from twenty years ago - a scene of the founder of the Xiao Group and the Shen Research Institute signing a biotechnology cooperation agreement. In it, there was a freezer with the same number as the one in Director Ma's car.

"Team Leader Xiao!" Auditor Huang suddenly raised the ultraviolet lamp, and the 2008 account book in his hand revealed the neurosurgery operation records under the purple light.

Xiao Yue felt Shen Ting's hand around her waist suddenly tighten, and his wrist with meteorite cufflinks brushed against her back. The metal fragments from the laboratory explosion site suddenly formed the signature of her father's attending physician in the air.

When the central air conditioner blew off the first ice crystal, Xiao Yue's wedding ring suddenly vibrated at a high frequency.

The account information in the holographic projection began to twist into a DNA double helix structure, and the decoder hidden in Auditor Huang's glasses legs automatically popped up six constantly deforming Klein bottle models.

"Someone is remotely rewriting the encryption protocol!" Xiao Yue dug her nails into Shen Ting's forearm, and the blood beads that seeped out were arranged on the fabric of the suit to form the same barcode as the cold chain box.

She grabbed a paper cutter and cut open the vacuum layer of the thermos. The meteorite fragments that fell out froze the quantum key that was being tampered with in the seventh encryption state the moment they touched the biochip.

Shen Ting suddenly pulled off his tie clip and threw it toward the ceiling. The miniature electromagnetic pulse device, in the exploding blue light, reset all electronic equipment on the 37th floor to three minutes ago.

In the whirlwind of data recall, Xiao Yue saw him unbuttoning the third button of his shirt, and the family emblem tattooed on his chest was oozing a light golden liquid - the exact color of the nerve repair agent stored in the cold chain box.

"Use my iris." Shen Ting held Xiao Yue's trembling hand and pressed it against his eyelid. In his right eye, which he was forced to open, the nanoscale family emblem was reorganizing the quantum key deep in his pupil.

Xiao Yue heard the sound of boiling tissue fluid from the sensor on the back of her neck. The biological pheromones belonging to Shen Ting were passing through the conduction system of the wedding ring, replicating a complete genetic map in her blood.

The moment the account interface was verified, it burst into a vortex of Van Gogh's Starry Night. When Xiao Yue stumbled and fell into Shen Ting's arms, she smelled the scent of radioactive isotopes hidden under his cedar fragrance.

Auditor Huang's scream was frozen in his throat - in the last second before the balance number returned to zero, it suddenly jumped to the log number of the brain-computer interface experiment of Shen's Research Institute twenty years ago.

"Where these funds flow..." Xiao Yue's fingertips paused above Shen Ting's heart tattoo, and the beating frequency there suddenly synchronized with the refrigeration system of the cold chain box.

She tore open the man's bloodstained shirt and saw the experimental log number showing through the skin between the ribs, which was exactly the same as the page of medical instructions that was torn out of her father's medical record.

The smart glass on the entire floor suddenly started playing celebratory fireworks, and Manager Ma's screams came from the ventilation duct.

Xiao Yue turned around in the sky full of data fireworks and saw that Liu Chuan's irises were fading to grayish white in the surveillance video - exactly the same as the changes in her father's pupils three hours before his death.

The cheering employees didn't notice that the colorful confetti falling into the champagne glasses were piecing together the floor plan of the abandoned laboratory of Shen Group.

When Xiao Yue finally opened the complete funding chain file, Shen Ting's suit jacket, which still retained her body temperature, suddenly caught fire.

On the 3D map emerging from the blue flames, seventeen flashing red dots were forming the outline of the sanatorium where she had lived in her childhood.

The chain of evidence handed over by Auditor Huang suddenly began to play the last words of his father's attending physician. The roar of the liquid nitrogen tank in the background perfectly overlapped with Shen Ting's breathing frequency at the moment.

"Team Leader Xiao, in these encrypted files..." Auditor Huang's voice was cut off by the sudden intrusion of electronic synthesized sound.

The holographic projector automatically printed out a yellowed photo. Twenty years ago, in front of the Shen Research Institute, the young Xiao Yue was being held in the arms of her father Shen Ting, who was wearing a white coat. The toy she was holding in her hand was the prototype of the safety lock on the cold chain box today.

In the dead silence, Xiao Yue heard the sound of her wedding ring breaking, and the biochip exposed inside the diamond was playing Shen Ting's call records from last night.

She turned to look at the man who was adjusting his cuffs. The date on the holographic calendar that popped up on his watch, marked with meteorite fragments, was exactly the day her father had undergone his first brain-computer interface surgery.

When the last piece of evidence document was automatically destroyed, Xiao Yue suddenly laughed to tears.

She picked up the still-burning pieces of the suit on the ground and watched the sparks form the Shen Group logo in the air. When the ashes fell to the ground, they spelled out the word her father had not finished saying before he died - "rebirth".