Zhang Xiaoyun immediately closed the door of her office and even adjusted the blinds to a fully closed state to keep out any air.

This... There's something obviously wrong with Zhang Xiaoyun!

Liu Juan quickly returned to her workstation and used her mobile phone to open Zhang Xiaoyun's indoor surveillance. She saw a bulge in the quilt on the sofa in Zhang Xiaoyun's office. The quilt was placed in the cabinet under Zhang Xiaoyun's desk. Liu Juan saw it when she was installing the surveillance camera. At that time, she knew that Zhang Xiaoyun was sleeping in the office.

Rushing into the house just to take a nap?

Liu Juan felt that Zhang Xiaoyun's behavior just now did not seem like she was that sleepy at all. Her reaction was as if she had something urgent to do, and it had nothing to do with taking a nap.

Then she switched the screen to thermal imaging, and ah! ! ! ! There was no one in the room.

Thermal imaging is great. You can tell at a glance that there is no heat source under the quilt. Zhang Xiaoyun is not in the office, so there is a fake cushion under the quilt.

Liu Juan is a little angry now, at herself.

It was my mistake at work that someone like Zhang Xiaoyun escaped right under my nose.

Then she quickly unloaded the camera footage and reviewed it for a long time, but couldn't find any trace of Zhang Xiaoyun. This was strange. Where had Zhang Xiaoyun gone? There was no other back door in the office.

Liu Juan suppressed her emotions, deciding not to rush. She exited the monitoring system and entered another program. This was tracking software, which she had installed on both of Zhang Xiaoyun's phones. It could not only monitor but also track her.

I saw a small red dot in Zhang Xiaoyun's office. It seemed she didn't bring her phone with her. There was another small red dot in a room not far away.

Liu Juan stood up, took her cell phone and pretended to go to the bathroom, then walked in the direction she had just seen.

This direction is the conference room. Zhang Xiaoyun's office is between the conference room and the employees' large office. But the problem now is that Zhang Xiaoyun didn't leave the office, so how did he get to the conference room?

And there was another problem. The lights in the conference room were on. Liu Juan looked through the window and saw that Zhang Xiaoyun was not having a meeting in there at all. The people who were in there were people from the R&D department.

Wait, R&D department???

Liu Juan thought of something and pursed her lips tightly, doubting her own judgment. Could Zhang Xiaoyun be eavesdropping on the R&D meeting?

Liu Juan finally understood. Zhang Xiaoyun was such a good actress in the office, she even fooled herself. She had thought Zhang Xiaoyun was a good person, but she was wrong after all. She didn't want to think about it anymore, so she decided to look for Zhang Xiaoyun.

Liu Juan looked at the positioning system in her hand again. Zhang Xiaoyun's phone was still positioned in the same place. It seemed that she was either underground or upstairs.

Thinking of this, Liu Juan walked down the stairs from the emergency passage to the next floor.

The food factory is very large, and the daily production, storage and sales volumes must be reported to the finance department.

Therefore, the finance department is a department with relatively large staff in the office, occupying a full half of the 8th floor, and the department where Zhang Xiaoyun works is just one of them.

There are seven other departments similar to theirs, responsible for managing various data on production and sales quantity.

Liu Juan arrived at the 7th floor and saw that it belonged to the R&D department. The original meeting room on this floor was the food R&D operation room. Half of the room was used for frying and deep-frying, and the other half was used for chemical experiments.

Liu Juan walked around the operating room and stopped at one spot. This room was a locked room, and no one knew what it was used for.

Liu Juan quickly retreated and turned on her phone after entering the corridor. She called the number given to her by her superiors for the person in charge of the food factory.