The engineer looked at Qin Xin, this little girl, as if she were an alien, as she manipulated the monitoring host that only their senior engineers usually fiddle with.
Until Qin Xin coughed and said: "Aren’t you busy?"
The engineer snapped out of it, like waking from a dream: "Uh...not really, not too busy."
Qin Xin: "But I’m very busy, I hope nobody disturbs ."
The engineer felt extrely awkward.
Ah, being lectured by a kid.
He saw that Qin Xin was an expert, and since she wouldn’t break the machine, he had no choice but to leave awkwardly.
After the engineer left, only then did Qin Xin focus and press the final command.
The ti coordinate instantly jumped to the scene from the day of her accident on the Ice Lake!
For a mont, even soone as composed as her couldn’t help but hold her breath slightly.
The mastermind behind her murder was about to appear on screen; saying she wasn’t nervous would be impossible.
In the dimly lit monitoring room, she quietly watched the screen alone.
When she saw Qin Wenrou falsely claim she twisted her ankle at the Ice Lake, couldn’t walk, lost sothing important, while crying on the phone for rescue, and watching a stranger carve out a small trap on the ice with a sharp ice skate, she didn’t feel much psychological turmoil.
She had already seen through Qin Wenrou’s true nature, fully expected such two-faced behavior.
Moreover, the trap wasn’t set by Qin Wenrou, because Qin Wenrou didn’t have the ability or intelligence for that, she was just a pitiful pawn being used and didn’t even know it.
She disdainfully shifted her gaze and only looked at the stranger.
In that aspect, Qin Wenrou hadn’t lied—the man wore a face covering, only showing his eyes, concealing his appearance, dressed in a typical brown work uniform worn by ordinary chanics, easily blending into any crowd.
But his technique was very skillful and adept, with considerable strength.
He quickly finished digging the trap and disguising it.
Even though he cut a deep circular crack on the ice, making it definitely collapse with a light step, the surface showed no obvious trace; this trap was very professional!
The chanic in the work uniform finished everything and then disappeared.
Soon, her own figure appeared in the video.
At that ti, out of concern for Qin Wenrou’s injury, she almost ran all the way there, carrying nothing, dressed only in thin layers—a shirt with a school jacket hurriedly thrown over it.
She watched as she stepped onto the ice, imdiately falling into the Ice Lake!
And beneath the Ice Lake, there was yet another trap.
It was a dense fishing net, directly trapping her in the middle, holding her feet securely, preventing her from struggling back up.
The round block of ice fell in and then floated up again, quickly rging back with the surrounding ice.
At minus forty-five degrees, the Ice Lake was like a hellish cold, swiftly freezing her thin body stiff, and when she fell into the lake, her spine struck the thick ice layer hard, with faint bone fractures.
Enduring severe pain, she anxiously rapped on the thick ice layer seeking help.
Then she heard Qin Wenrou’s classic lines from above the ice layer:
"Sis, are you cold?"
"Sis, minus forty-five degrees could freeze you to death."
"If you die, how would you participate in the national dical competition..."
Then she saw the chanic in the work uniform erge again from hiding, holding a set of very professional blood extraction equipnt, including black iron pliers, a thick black needle, and a dozen blood bags...
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