"Has the Western Lands Research Institute's classified telegram No. 193 been deciphered yet?"
Not far from the university, the Investigation Bureau's confidential telegram decryption room was filled with beeping and the scratch of pen tips across paper. Xie Lingyin entered in her deputy director's uniform and asked the busy specialists beside her.
At that moment, her temperament was cold and aloof, solitary as the moon over a deep valley, making the subordinates inside afraid to meet her eyes.
"Not yet. The Institute's encryption methods are formidable. Unless we have the corresponding codebook, there's almost no hope of deciphering it..."
The specialist, who had returned from a prestigious Western university, shook his head without daring to look up.
Who in the decryption room didn't know that the gentler and prettier a girl seemed on the surface, the crazier she was in private? Especially when deciphering classified telegrams—she was utterly insane. The others were always left completely baffled because they couldn't keep up with the thought process of this craz... genius girl.
Even though everyone here was a top graduate from elite overseas institutions, they still often could not understand what she was saying.
She was difficult to communicate with; everyone feared her on sight. She also had a crazed possessiveness, refusing to let anyone else interfere with the decryption room's work, and she understood none of the ways of the world. Even the director could only turn a blind eye, merely passing down orders from above without managing anything himself.
What broke these elite graduates most was that this crazy girl was still single. With nothing else to do, she could keep them working endlessly, making even slacking off difficult.
"Show me what you've accomplished these past few days."
At the sound of Xie Lingyin's voice, the elite graduates in the