Ding Feng looked up in surprise, only to see a piece of unburned paper sticking out from the ashes, with a string of numbers written on it in fluorescent ink - it was the final key left by Li Zhengyang.
"Do you think I'd actually burn the account books?" Jin Sunyun took off his mask, his Interpol badge gleaming in the mist. "Teacher Li Zhengyang anticipated this day. He hid a micro-locator and fluorescent ink in the account books."
The rain in Jiangcheng finally stopped. Chen Yanxiu stood at the window of the ward, watching Jin Chenyun's private plane land on the helipad of the Municipal Hospital.
The cabin door opened and Jin Annuo ran down holding a laptop, her ponytail still stained with the Singapore sea breeze.
"Mr. Shen, this is the backup data." She placed the computer on the table, and a complete electronic version of the black account book popped up on the screen, with Li Zhengyang's annotations on every page. "My brother said that the angle from which the key is hidden in the ashes actually refers to..."
"It's the angle between the Jin family's coat of arms and the Shen family's coat of arms." Chen Yanxiu called up the three-dimensional models of the two coats of arms. When they overlapped at a 45-degree angle, the refracted light from the ruby in the center of the flower formed a new pattern on the screen - the rose emblem of Interpol.
Li Zhou brought Xiao Wang into the ward and said, "Mr. Shen, Ding Feng has been arrested in New Delhi, and the money laundering network of 'Dark Night Technology' has been completely paralyzed."
He looked at Jin Annuo with surprise in his eyes, "So you are the mysterious hacker of the 'Star Track' project."
Jin Annuo blushed and lowered his head to debug the computer: "You are too kind. I am just helping my brother with something small."
Chen Yanbai looked at everything before him, feeling a bit dazed. He had been struggling on the brink of life and death just a few days ago, but now it was as if he had seen the light of dawn.
He walked over to Chen Yanxiu, looked at the gradually clearing Night Owl organizational chart on the screen, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, what's next?"
Chen Yanxiu didn't answer, but just looked out the window. Jin Chenyun was getting off the helicopter, the Interpol badge on his arm gleaming in the sun.
He knew that the real settlement had just begun, and the tentacles of the Night Owl might still be hidden in deeper shadows, but this time, they were no longer fighting alone.
"Next," Chen Yanxiu's voice was calm but powerful, "we will send Ye Xiao home."
Jin Suyun walked into the ward with a velvet box in his hand. Inside was Li Zhengyang's police badge with a new number engraved on the back: 7749.1.
He handed the box to Shen Yanxiu with respect in his eyes: “Teacher Li Zhengyang said that if you can make it this far, this number will belong to you.”
Chen Yanxiu took the box, and when his fingertips touched the cold metal, he seemed to feel the warmth of an old friend.
He looked up at Jin Suyun, and there was a determination in both of their eyes.
The sky in Jiangcheng gradually cleared up, and the sunlight shone through the window onto the four people, temporarily putting a comma on this long undercurrent.
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