"Nine branch managers and their subordinate vice branch managers are required to participate throughout the entire operation and capture at least one ghost.
Among them, the branch managers of the Seventh and Tenth branches, Ji Li, are required to participate throughout the entire operation..."
At the doorway of a half-open room on the Third Floor of the Seventh Branch, a man held a phone in his palm and carefully read the email from seven days ago that had changed the fates of many employees.
Listening to the uneven footsteps outside the corridor, his brows furrowed tightly, and an especially complicated light flickered in his eyes.
The hand gripping the phone alternately tightened and loosened, as though he were caught in some struggle and pain, until another phone in his pocket gave a faint vibration.
The man's expression changed at once. As if something had bitten him, he hurriedly shut the half-open door, afraid of exposing something.
He took out the other phone. An unsigned text message was glaringly displayed before him.
"Was the Seventh Branch's final wrap-up personally handled by Ji Li, or by Tong Guan and Fang Shenyan?
Before noon today, give me the detailed intelligence and arrangements."
As the man looked at the message, his hand trembled slightly. His eyes remained fixed on the screen, as though responding would mean pushing someone familiar into the abyss.
Thought, hesitation, struggle, and regret—countless emotions intertwined.
On this phone, which outsiders had never known about, the message page contained more than just this one text. As the view scrolled upward across the screen—
There was a virtual number, a number with no name. Including this text, there were three messages on this page, received respectively at 12:00 on January 3, 5:00 on January 7, and now, 10:00 on January 10.
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