In the study.
Ye Chen unlocked the computer he used specifically to crack the security network of a certain foreign financial institution.
Sure enough, a green box appeared in the cracking program on the computer.
Ye Chen couldn't help smiling. He'd finally cracked it.
After such a long wait, he finally had some new progress.
Ye Chen clicked in and followed the clues to find the information behind the bank card that had transferred money to Shao Xinxin.
The bank card belonged to a corporate account at Haomei Cosmetic Surgery Clinic, a clinic in Mountain City.
Ye Chen followed that lead and investigated.
Haomei Cosmetic Surgery Clinic had applied to deregister within two months of Shao Xinxin's death.
No wonder Ye Chen hadn't found a clinic called Haomei Cosmetic Surgery Clinic in Mountain City at the time. The bastard who'd committed the murder must have shut it down and run off long ago.
A cosmetic surgery clinic?
So the killer really had gotten plastic surgery, and left no record of it. No wonder he couldn't find them.
Following the lead from Haomei Cosmetic Surgery Clinic, Ye Chen found information about the clinic's legal representative.
The legal representative was a seventy-year-old man. He was obviously just a scapegoat who'd been paid to take the fall; there was no way he was the killer.
Ye Chen looked into the old man.
Sure enough, the old man had kicked the bucket two months ago. He'd also been a childless, elderly recipient of government support.
Ye Chen's fingers flew across the keyboard as he found Haomei Cosmetic Surgery Clinic's financial records.
Soon, a string of information appeared on the screen.
The clinic's monthly cash flow was astonishingly high. It was obvious that this wasn't an ordinary cosmetic surgery clinic.
Ye Chen looked at most