Nalan Group Satellite Monitoring Center.
Qin Xin sat before the screen, frowning in deep thought.
This ti, she ca to review the surveillance footage of the Ice Lake once more.
Afraid she missed sothing last ti.
However, unexpectedly, upon reviewing this ti, even the entire surveillance data of the Ice Lake was gone.
She, Qin Wenrou, and the robot seed to have never appeared in that area at all; even the footage of the robot’s explosion was missing.
If it weren’t for the fact that she once copied a segnt of the robot explosion video, she’d truly believe she’d seen a ghost.
What alard her more was that this wasn’t the first ti data had gone missing.
Last ti when she ca, a man’s voice data was already missing.
The wing emblem on car No.1 at the racetrack had also been erased.
She noticed a pattern; every ti she got closer to uncovering the truth, it seed as if an invisible hand tried to push the truth further away.
At the sa ti, she suddenly realized that in A Continent, after she and Sara escaped the secret tunnel, that unexpected car accident was also unusual.
Sara was from the Wolff Family, a person who lived without conflict. She wasn’t even the Wolff heir.
Who would be ticulous enough to kill her?
What’s the point of killing Sara?
However, at that ti, there was a detail everyone overlooked.
Sara was wearing her clothes.
In the underground factory where temperatures fell below zero, she exchanged her black hoodie for Sara to wear.
And she and Sara were of similar age and height, although their hairstyles and face shapes were different, with the hoodie on...
If soone had instructed to assassinate the girl in the black hoodie, Sara beca the target to die in her place!
A chill ran through Qin Xin’s heart.
Now it all made sense.
Each piece of information she discovered in the Empire was erased.
As soon as she ca into contact with the robot experintal subjects in A Continent, she was targeted for elimination.
What kind of secret is so deeply hidden, so forbidding of discovery?
Now, rechecking the assassination surveillance, again, the data must have been erased.
Thus, the question returns: who has the authority in Nalan Group’s Satellite Monitoring Center to modify the data?
Qin Xin asked the monitoring center’s on-duty engineer.
The engineer apologetically explained, "Miss Qin, the recent satellite data system is unstable, occasionally losing data. But this is quite normal, considering the vast amount of data, a disorder in one or two-thousandths is always possible."
Qin Xin: "No one has tampered with the data?"
Engineer: "Impossible. We only have view rights, not modification rights. Even our director Miss Jun Ruyi doesn’t have modification permissions. Only Mr. Nalan in the entire group has the authority, of course, Mr. Nalan is so busy, he wouldn’t possibly have ti to alter data."
Seeing Qin Xin’s disappointed expression, the engineer kindly asked, "I wonder what data Miss Qin is looking for; maybe I can help?"
Qin Xin shook her head, about to express gratitude.
A cold snort sounded from behind: "Help? Is your salary paid too much that you’re idle?"
The harsh rebuke made the engineer flinch, turning around: "Miss Jun..."
Jun Ruyi sneered, "Call President Jun. I’m not so random female who hooks up with n to flaunt around; what’s the difference between them and actors?"
To her, Qin Xin and Shen Bixue were both shaless people competing with her for n.
Qin Xin’s phoenix eyes narrowed, observing the outspoken person as Jun Ruyi, a hint of chill ca along with her slightly parted lips, calmly coming out: "Correcting you on a matter of fact. If you assu that literary artists are actors, then you aren’t any President Jun — at best, calling you a minion is enough."
In eras of perforrs, didn’t those working for others count as minions?
Mocking others as actors, how noble can one be oneself?
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