An Moxue waited until the housekeeper brought the late-night snack upstairs and downstairs, and then waited until the housekeeper came down to the first floor before tiptoeing up to the third floor. Just now, she saw in the courtyard that the light in the study was off, so Nikolai shouldn't be in the study now, but in the bedroom or the small hall.

An Moxue calmed herself and sensed the atmosphere in each room she passed through. When she reached the study door, she didn't sense anyone's presence. She took out her spotlight and discovered that the study had a very advanced combination lock.

An Moxue carefully pressed her ear close to the keyhole and carefully turned the button. With a 'click,' the first password was correct. An Moxue noticed that her palms were still a little sweaty.

She composed herself and persevered until she got the last password right. She quietly opened the door to the study, closed it, and then slowly sat down by the moonlight to examine the layout of the study.

A huge desk, a leather sofa and a small table in front, a bookcase behind, a window on the left, and a bookcase and safe on the right.

An Moxue cursed inwardly, "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! All the important stuff must be in the safe. I'm terrible at this! I'm going crazy. Damn capitalism, damn society!"

After cursing, she still had to get to work. At that moment, she felt as if she had been given divine power. She first checked the desk but found no hidden compartments. She then searched the bookshelves but found nothing there. She then checked the whole room. Finally, she went to the safe.

This is a double-password safe. It can only be opened by cracking both passwords, and both passwords are six digits long.

An Moxue didn't want to bother cracking the code anymore. Even if she could crack it, it would take her a long time, and time was what she needed most right now.

She took out a microparticle decryption machine from her spatial storage, operated it on the password location, and quickly decrypted both passwords, displaying the password on the screen.

She thought to herself that this thing was expensive for a reason. It was really useful. It made such a difficult password look like a 3D X-ray, clear and easy to see. The only drawback was that it was a little noisy, which was why she didn't use it at the door. In the quiet night, even a little sound would attract people's attention.

She put away the decryption machine, opened the safe, searched for useful documents inside, sent them all to her spatial storage, had the butler robot make copies, and then took out the originals and put them back into the safe.

An Moxue worked for an hour straight, her heart pounding the whole time. Even after putting the last document away and closing the safe, she still couldn't find the personnel list.

Then she quietly left the study, left the house, and flew out of the yard to the street.

An Moxue didn't dare to relax for a moment. She ran through several more streets until it was completely quiet. Then she took out her car and drove home at high speed.

Only then did she realize that not only were her palms sweaty, but her back was also soaked with sweat, and her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.

It was her first time committing theft in such a heavily guarded place. She hadn't felt particularly scared then, but now she was sweating uncontrollably. She felt that her courage still needed improvement.

By this time, they were some distance from Nikolai's house, so she slowed down to ease her tension and lingering fear.

When she got home, the sweat on her body had dried and her breathing had calmed down, but looking at her own house, she felt as if she had been away for a long time. Returning home felt especially warm and familiar.

Once inside, An Moxue took a shower, lay down on the bed, and fell fast asleep.

It wasn't until the alarm clock rang again and again the next morning that she was finally woken up from bed. The intense concentration required was a huge drain on both her physical and mental health.

There's still no progress in the serial murder case, and the streets remain under curfew. People seem to have gotten used to it, and while they're occasionally cautious on the streets, they continue with their lives as usual.

An Moxue only had classes in the morning and one class in the afternoon today. After class, she went to the library.

During her time in hiding, An Moxue had to make sure her life was traceable; otherwise, constantly disappearing without a trace would be a very dangerous sign. Moreover, An Moxue had also established herself as a diligent and studious high-achieving student.

Good students will always receive preferential treatment, no matter when or where.

Sitting in the library, she seemed to be daydreaming all afternoon, and this was yet another instance of her daydreaming.

In her hand was a book called "The Relationship Between Society, Development and Economy," which contained a topographical map of Puda City. An Moxue asked the robot housekeeper in her space to make a copy of the map. She looked at the text in the book, but couldn't understand the content at all. She simply gave up, put the book back on the shelf, and left the library, wandering aimlessly around the campus.

It was then that she noticed people were wearing lighter clothing, the weather was warmer, and there were enthusiastic college students everywhere.

Spring planting will be in a few days, and people are already busy in the fields, clearing land, applying farmyard manure, turning the soil, and reclaiming wasteland.

Home—without realizing it, have I already come to regard Anle Village as my home?

It seems I think about the previous world less and less now; maybe I'm just too busy.

Perhaps time truly is a great healer, preserving or even forgetting the past.

An Moxue got tired and stopped in a pavilion. She sat on a bench and looked at the lake outside. The water had thawed, and she could see flocks of ducks swimming around in it.

This seemed to be the first time she had wandered aimlessly around the campus of Puda University. She just watched the students, some in small groups, some in couples, some laughing and joking, some cursing and arguing, and some looking serious, pass by her.

She wondered, when will things be like this in China?

Having had enough, An Moxue composed herself and walked out of the campus.

She made a plan in her mind. Next, she needed to find out the layout of the government residence, locate Nikolai's office, where the documents were kept, and the security of the government residence. Then, she needed to find that list as soon as possible.

Talented people are the foundation of a nation, no matter the era.

National development, economic progress, technological advancement, and military strength—none of these can be achieved without talented individuals.

The matter is urgent, and if there is any delay, someone may be in danger or killed. How can she live with herself then?

In the early hours of the morning, An Moxue donned her night clothes once again and wandered the streets and alleys of Puda Prefecture. Like a dark elf, she vanished in the blink of an eye. Occasionally, a drunken man would see her, but he would think he was just seeing things because he was too drunk and there was nothing there at all, muttering, "Is this a ghost?"