She abandoned her husband first, then her children, and was ecstatic after the divorce.

Lin Qingran has been busy all day and hasn't eaten yet.

Back at his hotel, Xiao Zhou immediately asked the hotel staff to bring him dinner.

Lin Qingran had little appetite; the food tasted bland, and she stopped after poking at it twice with her chopsticks.

"Xiao Zhou, which of the three do you think is the most suspicious?"

"I can't explain it," Xiao Zhou said.

"Putting aside Team Leader Li, the reactions of the other two weren't actually that abnormal."

Both of them were once Lin Qingran's capable subordinates, and were transferred here to take charge of management work.

But now that this has happened, they must be panicking.

It's not surprising that people might exhibit some unusual behavior when they're under such intense pressure.

In any case, Team Leader Li is currently the prime suspect.

But no matter how much Lin Qingran thought about it, she felt that something was not quite right.

The police investigation was naturally more thorough than theirs, and their investigative methods were also very sophisticated, so they would never let a suspect slip through their fingers.

But Lin Qingran couldn't understand why the investigation into these three most suspicious individuals had yielded no results.

Is it possible that both they and the police had the wrong approach to the investigation from the very beginning?

"Do you think there might be others besides those three?" Lin Qingran said in a low voice.

Upon hearing Lin Qingran's words, Xiao Zhou was suddenly startled.

She frowned, and after a while, Xiao Zhou suddenly remembered a detail she had inadvertently seen at the factory that day.

"When we checked the equipment before we left, several workers didn't leave. I guess they wanted to see when the factory could resume normal operation. But they all left halfway through, except for one who sat at the factory gate the whole time."

After hearing what Xiao Zhou said, Lin Qingran also had some recollection of it.

He was a middle-aged man with a limp, also from the local village.

Given his physical condition, he shouldn't be suited to work in a factory.

However, when the recruitment was being conducted, Director Zhang specifically asked Lin Qingran for her opinion, saying that since the recruitment was for migrant workers from several nearby villages, it would be inappropriate to show favoritism.

Although the man was physically disabled, he could manage some light work, so they later arranged for him to work as a night watchman.

There are fewer people on duty during the night shift.

So every night at certain times, he would patrol the factory, assisting the security guards at the gate.

Because of his physical limitations, he couldn't take the shuttle bus home every day like the other workers, so he has been living in the dormitory built with corrugated steel panels ever since he started working at the factory.

Unless there is a major emergency at home, he will not go back home, even during holidays.

So when Lin Qingran saw him today, she didn't find anything strange about it.

According to Xiao Zhou, the more inconspicuous a person is, the more likely they are to hide deeper secrets.

Lin Qingran glanced at Xiao Zhou. "We're here now. If he really is the mole, it will definitely attract his attention. Send someone to follow him and see who he associates with. Tonight, I'll send a group of technicians to the factory to inspect the equipment. The factory is currently closed, and only one security guard is left at each gate. Go and smooth things over with them to keep quiet and prevent any leaks. If the night watchman is still there, find a way to get him out of there."

Xiao Zhou nodded and immediately went to do it.

However, there was no need for Xiao Zhou to send someone away to get rid of the night watchman; he left on his own when night fell.

"He's gone?" Lin Qingran frowned. "Did he go home?"

“No, I’ve seen his file. He lived in Xijian Village, but he went to Qinghebao in the east.” Xiao Zhou shook his head.

Lin Qingran's expression was somewhat strange.

It was truly strange and bizarre that a man with a limp, unable to move easily, who wouldn't even go home when it was so close, would drag his lame leg all the way to Qinghe Fort in the dead of night.

"Have our men keep a close eye on him and don't let him escape," Lin Qingran said.

"Let's send the technicians into the factory now."

The police are only responsible for handling fights and brawls; as for equipment damage in the factory, that requires professional personnel to inspect it.

If someone is doing something shady behind the scenes, they will definitely leave clues.

Perhaps the previous inspections weren't thorough enough, so this time, Lin Qingran not only sent several of her own technicians and experienced repairmen, but also specially hired several retired reconnaissance soldiers from abroad to go along.

The factory, shrouded in night, exuded an eerie tranquility, with only a few dim streetlights swaying in the wind, casting dappled light and shadows.

The group entered the factory silently and headed straight for the No. 1 factory building where the incident occurred.

The machines that were smashed that day still lie there quietly, as if silently recounting that sudden act of violence.

The technicians carefully inspected each machine, but many parts of these machines were smashed, making it nearly impossible to find any details that had not been noticed before.

The seven or eight people who went with me checked for nearly two hours but found nothing suspicious.

In the end, they will come together, their eyes filled with helplessness as they look at each other.

"Could it be that General Manager Jiang is mistaken?" said Xiao Li from the technical department.

The colleague next to him nodded solemnly, "I feel that President Jiang is being a bit paranoid. Perhaps this matter is not as complicated as President Jiang thinks."

While everyone was at a loss, Vincent, a reconnaissance soldier specially hired from abroad, quietly checked the situation from the sidelines.

Just as she was inspecting a machine near the corner, she suddenly noticed a shallow scratch on the bottom of the machine. The scratch didn't seem to have been formed naturally when it was hit; rather, it looked like someone had deliberately scratched it with a sharp object.

Vincent's heart skipped a beat. He looked in the direction of the scratch and found that it pointed to a storage room not far away.

She tiptoed toward the storage room; the door wasn't locked, and it opened with a gentle push.

The room was filled with an old, worn-out atmosphere and piled with all sorts of odds and ends.

In the dim light, Vincent found a tattered piece of cloth in the corner of the storage room, which seemed to be stained with some dried blood.

This made him think of Director Hao, who was injured that day. Could this bloodstain have been left by him?

But before Vincent arrived, he had also seen the surveillance footage from that day. Director Hao had been standing on the front line the whole time, and after being injured, he collapsed and couldn't get up. He hadn't gone anywhere else.

Moreover, after the police arrived, the workers were evacuated, and no one was seen coming to the storage room.

Could it be that someone had already sneaked in before the factory was attacked that day?