The two of them had returned this time not only to make a chip, but also to find evidence of Ji Shize's crimes.
Over an hour later, someone from the Confidentiality Bureau knocked on the door, confirmed that Ji Ting was safe, and left again.
Ji Yanzhi closed the door and walked back to look at the Central Screen. "Still nothing new?"
Ji Ting frowned, a cold, grim solemnity in his eyes, and said nothing.
He had always firmly believed that every contact left a trace. Ji Shize couldn't possibly have committed his crimes without leaving any clues, especially in a society as technologically advanced as theirs.
Yet he had just checked everything he could think of, including phones, surveillance footage, bank accounts, and vehicle locations. He had even carefully screened every location where signals had lingered or originated, but had found absolutely no trace of Ji Shize.
Seeing his frown deepen, Ji Yanzhi raised a hand and squeezed his shoulder. "You still don't know Ji Shize well enough. Someone like him has no limits, and this was a premeditated crime. As meticulous as he is, he would have made sure the whole plan was airtight before acting."
Something occurred to Ji Ting, and he turned his head. "There's one thing I've never figured out. What was his motive for hurting me?"
When Feng Lei kidnapped me before, I thought Ji Shize wanted to pin the kidnapping on Ji Yanzhi. But in the end, Feng Lei clearly wanted me dead. That changed the nature of the whole thing.
After hearing his thoughts, Ji Yanzhi said in a low voice, "Because he guessed you were the one helping me behind the scenes."
Ji Ting froze. "Even you only realized it afterward. How did he guess?"
"Because he could never find out