Double evil in the business district

Chapter 436 Xiao Yue's Perseverance: Financial Crisis Becomes Clear

The blue light from the encryption server cast ripples on Xiao Yue's face. She put the crystal USB drive to her lips and breathed on it. As her fingertips slid across the holographic screen, a fluorescent light of quantum keys was emitted.

The brain wave map from twenty years ago is suspended in the center of the Finance Department in the form of a three-dimensional projection. Those dark blue neuronal synapses form an eerie mirror symmetry with today's abnormal capital flow.

"Team Leader Xiao, there was a 0.7-second data gap in cross-border remittances in the third quarter." Intern Xiao Zhang placed the coffee on the edge of the holographic sandbox. The rising steam from the cup disrupted the spectral analysis of the virtual ledger.

Xiao Yue unbuttoned the second button of her shirt, revealing the red neural interface below her collarbone. "Send me the verification form from the London branch. I want the original scanned copy." As she spoke, the meteorite wedding ring on her ring finger flashed coldly in the data stream, and the hexagonal watermark embedded in the ring was resonating with the abnormal data on the holographic screen.

The sound of hurried high heels echoed down the hallway. Cashier Liu, clutching a stack of paper receipts, pushed open the radiation-proof glass door. "This is the reserve fund ledger you requested." She tossed the document onto the metal desk, her handprint, coffee-stained on the edge, trembling slightly. "Last week's surveillance footage... can I..."

"Dang Cang——"

Xiao Yue's pen was suddenly bounced away by the quantum entanglement effect, leaving sparks on the titanium alloy table.

When she bent down to pick up the pen, she caught a glimpse of Cashier Liu's ankle under her skirt. There was a fresh bruise from the electromagnetic shackles, which was exactly the same as the tracking frequency of the financial director Ma Dechang's smart bracelet.

"How much is left for your husband's surgery?" Xiao Yue suddenly asked, tapping the holographic screen with her fingertips to pull up the grayscale records from the medical insurance system. "The 'special subsidy' that Director Ma approved for you last month appeared three times in the procurement account for the nerve repair agent."

Cashier Liu's back hit the explosion-proof safe hard, and the iris recognition device on the door lit up a warning red light.

Her coral-polished fingertips dug into the encrypted document bag, and drops of blood with a cedar scent seeped out from the plastic seal - exactly the same aroma as the scene where the board elders were assassinated.

"Team Leader Xiao!" Auditor Huang rushed in holding a quantum computer, his lenses shone blue by the data stream. "The abnormal capital flow you discovered has 37 encrypted nodes on the dark web, three of which have IP addresses pointing to..." His voice suddenly dropped as he typed the coordinates of the Shen's Research Institute's space elevator on the holographic keyboard.

Xiao Yue's temples were throbbing, and the burn marks on the back of his neck spread into a liquid nitrogen transportation route map for his father's laboratory.

She tore off the protective film on the neural interface and inserted the data cable directly into the seventh cervical vertebra. "Activate brain-computer collaboration mode. I want to see the projection of capital flow in four-dimensional space."

Holographic equipment throughout the Finance Department hummed simultaneously, and the coolant in the quantum computer began to boil.

The experimental log from twenty years ago suddenly materialized into a silver butterfly. The moment it landed on Xiao Yue's eyelashes and fluttered its wings, everyone saw the genetic chain structure of the first generation of Shen's logo emerge on the back of the capital flow chart.

"This is the chain of evidence for money laundering across time and space." Xiao Yue's voice resonated with metallic resonance. She raised her hand and tore off her hair tie, her jet-black hair cascading down like a waterfall of data. "Auditor Huang, immediately freeze the quantum keys of these accounts and use the meteorite code from my wedding ring as a digital signature."

Suddenly, the searchlight of Shen Ting's private jet flashed outside the glass curtain wall, and the smart bracelet on Xiao Yue's wrist sent a health warning for working continuously for 36 hours.

She grabbed the coolant spray can and pressed it hard against the hot neural interface. The laboratory holographic sandbox she had seen when she was seven years old emerged from the cold mist - now it completely overlapped with the recovered funds frozen map.

When the thirteenth quantum decryption program was started, Xiao Yue finally staggered and held on to the anti-magnetic desk.

Her retinal projection began to flash a three-dimensional map of the cash vault. The red areas marked "recovered" each coordinate corresponded to the nano tracker hidden in the pearl earrings that Shen Ting gave her.

"Team Leader Xiao, there's takeaway for you in the rest area." The cleaning robot slid to the door of the data room, and the electronic screen displayed the certification mark of Shen Ting's exclusive butler.

The seafood porridge in the thermal box exudes a special aroma after being sterilized by gamma rays, and a hexagonal ice crystal is sunk at the bottom of the bowl - this is the physical key that can unlock the second-level encryption of the brain-computer interface.

Xiao Yue put the ice crystal into his mouth, letting the -196 degree cold freeze the questioning on the tip of his tongue.

The blue light of the holographic screen burned two bright white holes in her pupils, reflecting the manuscript of her father sealed in liquid nitrogen twenty years ago, which was now flickering on the edge of the black hole of capital flow, just like the old gunshot wound under Shen Ting's shirt that rose and fell with his breathing when he kissed her last night.

As soon as Shen Ting's private plane drew a cobalt-blue ion trail in the clouds, the quantum terminals of the Finance Department suddenly flashed red.

Xiao Yue's knuckles turned white as she supported herself on the anti-magnetic tabletop, and she felt a burning pain in her neural interface - someone was remotely interfering with her brain-computer interaction program.

"Team Leader Xiao, the cross-border remittance data flow has been cut off again!" Auditor Huang's lenses reflected the shattered star map on the holographic sand table. The light spots representing the flow of funds were escaping frantically in the quantum tunnel.

The quantum computer in his arms buzzed with a dying hum, and the coolant exploded into ice crystals within the glass chamber.

Xiao Yue pulled off the data cable stuck to the back of his neck, and the bloody interface emitted white mist in the air.

She touched the magnetic storm grenade that Shen Ting had left in her windbreaker pocket last night. The metal shell was still covered with the moon dust unique to space elevators.

Just as the electromagnetic barrier was about to be activated, a cleaning robot slid into the data room, and the bone china cup held by its robotic arm suddenly projected a holographic nebula.

"Your American coffee, 78.6 degrees Celsius." The robot's electronic voice carried the encrypted frequency of Shen Ting's personal butler, and the wall of the cup showed the real-time monitoring image of the space elevator of Shen's Research Institute.

Xiao Yue's wedding ring vibrated slightly when it touched the cup handle, and the meteoric iron material was analyzing the molecular structure of caffeine - this was a nerve stimulant personally debugged by Shen Ting.

She took a sip of the liquid that glowed with quantum fluorescence, and a countdown suddenly popped up on her retinal projection: 23:59:59.

This is the health monitoring program that Shen Ting wrote using the time he spent at the bank robbery scene on the day they first met.

The nano-chip at the bottom of the cup began to release a cedar-scented sedative, which intertwined with the bitterness of the coffee lingering on her lips to form a kind of secret language.

The radiation-proof glass door was suddenly shattered by high-frequency sound waves, and three old members wearing anti-scanning suits rushed in holding data storage devices.

The Shen’s ID card on the leader’s chest flashed an unusual red light - it was the special pass issued by Ma Dechang himself.

"Team Leader Xiao requested the 2018 overseas investment ledger." The man tossed the storage device onto the holographic sandbox, and the metal shell disintegrated into data fragments in mid-air. "However, there was a minor glitch during the transmission, so it may require... recompilation."

Xiao Yue's pen tapped out the rhythm of Morse code on the titanium alloy table, and the quantum computer behind him suddenly activated the emergency channel.

The liquid nitrogen transportation records from my father's laboratory twenty years ago materialized into ice cones, nailing those data fragments in mid-air.

The wedding ring on her ring finger burst out with a blue arc of electricity, and the meteorite code was brute force cracking the quantum key of the storage device.

"You have tampered with the file transfer protocol." Xiao Yue's voice was wrapped in the residual warmth of coffee, and the gene chain structure rotating in her pupils suddenly froze. "Using the decompilation program eliminated by Shen's Research Institute, you forged a 0.3-second data fault at the fourth node." As she spoke, the ice cones on the holographic sand table were melting the data fragments into boiling truth.

The mark of electromagnetic shackles appeared on the back of the necks of the old members. It was the neural lock that Ma Dechang used to control his subordinates.

Xiao Yue pulled up the grayscale records from the medical insurance system and projected the purchase order for a certain neurorepair agent onto their trembling pupils. "If you confess now, your family will still receive their gene therapy quota for next month."

The storage device suddenly exploded in the quantum field, and the encrypted files spread across the entire data room like silver butterflies.

Xiao Yue tore off her hair tie and let her black hair flutter. The nano sensors flashing between her hair were capturing every piece of data.

When the last silver butterfly landed on the collar of her blood-stained shirt, Auditor Huang suddenly gasped - the fund flow chart formed by those fragments was exactly the same as the burn mark on the nerve interface under her clavicle.

"Start the four-dimensional space tracing program immediately!" Xiao Yue slammed the coffee cup against the holographic keyboard, and the splashing liquid condensed into a data cube in the air.

Three optical cables suddenly pierced the interface at the back of her neck, and her brain synapses burned in the quantum computer, emitting a burnt smell.

The explosion-proof lights in the Finance Department began to flash, and everyone saw the laboratory logs from twenty years ago pouring out of her pupils like a waterfall.

The old members stumbled back, their smart suits suddenly activating self-destruct sequences, the nanofibers emitting a human-like whine as they melted.

Xiao Yue walked towards the main console, stepping on the liquid metal flowing all over the ground, and her high heels tapped out the Morse code her father taught her - that was the final countdown before the truth was revealed.

When the holographic sandbox reconstructed the complete capital chain, Xiao Yue's retinal projection suddenly flashed a warning red light.

The never-before-seen signature at the end of the document was being distorted in the quantum field, and the hexagonal ripples and the genetic chain of the first generation of the Shen family overlapped to form a strange totem.

She reached out to touch the signature trembling in the void, and the meteorite on the wedding ring suddenly reflected the pattern onto the liquid stains left in the coffee cup - it was clearly the shape of the old gunshot wound under Shen Ting's shirt that rose and fell with his breathing when he kissed her last night.

The constant temperature system in the data room suddenly failed, and the white mist exhaled by Xiao Yue condensed into the door number of her father's laboratory in the air.

She tightly grasped the pearl earrings Shen Ting had given her. The nano-tracker was burning in her earlobe, and the mysterious signature on the holographic screen suddenly began to reverse analyze, reorganizing the liquid nitrogen transportation route map from twenty years ago into a new coordinate system.