Mole

Just as Chen Miemie welcomed a new member to his home and fell fast asleep after the excitement.

City Hall.

9:26 AM.

It was still the same conference room, still the same Big Three.

This time, all traces of yesterday's relaxed demeanor had completely vanished from their faces.

Commander Sun's face was as gloomy as still water. The situation happened too suddenly. Our fake news didn't even come into play.

Director Deng sighed softly. I knew this day would come as long as we never caught that mole.

President An was a man of action. At this point, what are we waiting for? Dig him out at all costs!

No one replied. It was easier said than done. If they could, they would have found and dealt with the guy a long time ago.

This mole in Sixiang City was extremely destructive, mainly in two aspects.

First, the mole's own strength and influence were very powerful. When the seal was destroyed previously, it was because he leaked the defense map.

Second, the existence of the mole caused faint suspicion among the Big Three of the council. After all, there were very few people in the entire city capable of doing the above, making those sitting here highly suspicious.

Just like today.

Yesterday, the three of them had just held a meeting and implemented the plan to release fake news to the public.

This morning, on what was supposed to be the final day of the successful restoration.

A major incident occurred at the seal restoration site.

The restoration personnel were collectively poisoned and unable to continue working. Temporarily replacing them meant that let alone finishing today as originally planned, they might not even finish by the day after tomorrow as stated in the fake news.

I support shifting our focus to investigate this person thoroughly. No matter who it is, at all costs, we must not tolerate this. Old man Deng supported President An's opinion this time.

Commander Sun remained silent.

It wasn't that he didn't want to investigate, but with external enemies present, Sixiang City's forces were already stretched thin. Engaging in internal friction at this time was equivalent to cutting off their own arms.

Originally, he wanted to survive this crisis first and then free up his hands to investigate thoroughly.

President An continued, I'll put my words here: if this person isn't caught, the seal won't be fixed. He will definitely continue to cause trouble. To resist foreign aggression, we must first pacify the interior. If we aren't united internally, we will have concerns when facing the outside.

Then, let's find the mole and eliminate him. Commander Sun did not continue to insist on his attitude of dealing with it later.

In the three-person council, when facing a decision, if two people firmly agreed, they could force a two-to-one override of the dissenter.

If Commander Sun continued to insist, it would make him look like the mole, afraid of being investigated.

He cursed inwardly: I am the one who wants to catch that guy the most. Just wait, when I find you, I'll skin you alive.

Since it's decided, let's form an investigation team.

When a city operates at full capacity to handle a single matter, its power is immensely vast.

Half an hour later, at exactly ten o'clock.

The investigation team was swiftly established.

The leader of this investigation team was [Hundred Eyes] Fengling, from the school.

She was Chen Miemie's homeroom teacher, the school doctor who struck terror into the hearts of the students, and also a famous investigation expert.

It was said that as long as she walked around a crime scene and looked it over with her hundreds of eyes, not even the tracks of a passing ant could be missed.

The Big Three were not idle either. The restoration personnel had been collectively poisoned with a special toxin. It wasn't fatal, but it couldn't be cured within a few days, so they had to go and arrange for new replacement workers.

At City Hall, Fengling received the highest clearance, second only to the Big Three. Or more accurately, now officially serving as the head of the investigation team, she could even investigate the Big Three.

All intelligence was compiled and handed over to her. There was no place in the entire city she couldn't enter, and no one who could refuse to cooperate with her investigation.

As an ordinary teaching staff member on normal days, being entrusted with a mission in a crisis naturally meant her abilities were extraordinary.

Sure enough, it only took an hour.

She found the key figure among a multitude of complex information.

At eleven o'clock in the morning.

A middle-aged woman was brought before Fengling.

Just confess directly to save yourself the suffering.

The woman was held down. She neither struggled nor cried foul. I am just an ordinary cook. I don't know what you officials mean.

Fengling waved her hand at the escorts, signaling them to take the person into the inner room.

Why bother? You're just an ordinary person, you'll have to talk sooner or later.

After the two burly escorts brought the woman into the back room, they ran out of the room as if fleeing for their lives, carefully closing the door behind them.

Before leaving, they had seen Fengling, racing against time, squeezing out eyes all over her body. Just one look made them tremble all over.

[Hundred Eyes] Fengling, besides investigation, was also unparalleled at extracting confessions.

Eleven minutes later, Fengling walked out with her hands covered in blood.

She instructed the deputy of the investigation team, She wasn't the one who poisoned them. It was her child who tampered with the food when delivering the meals.

The deputy was an investigator from the municipal government. In front of Fengling, he called himself Little Jia, while outsiders called him Director Jia.

Little Jia had already done a lot of preparatory work in advance. Her child, as well as her husband who is in the clinic, have all been brought back together. They are right outside.

Bring them in.

Just the child, or both of them together?

Separately, the child first. Never mind, I'll go to the child.

Okay, he's in Reception Room 2.

Fengling entered Reception Room 2.

A little boy was looking anxious and restless.

Dealing with a child, Fengling's tone softened a lot.

Your father works at heights. Last month, he slipped and fell, becoming paralyzed. Recently, he received a medical assistance quota from the church. Is that correct?

The little boy gave a weak nod.

You were the one who went and asked for the church's medical assistance.

Yes, the priest is a good person.

Then the medicine you put in the lunchboxes was also given to you by the priest?

Not the priest, it was a clergyman next to the priest. He said these were very nutritious and could make people more energetic when working.

Child, coming from a poor background, you are much more mature than your peers. A precious medical assistance quota, a mysterious potion, and you were even told to secretly put it in without your mother knowing—did you really think there was nothing wrong with this?

The corners of the little boy's eyes turned slightly red. I didn't know, but I had no way to refuse.

The little boy's family were just ordinary people, but precisely because they were ordinary, when all attention was focused on guarding against mystic abilities, their attack succeeded.

A large group of armed personnel set out. The destination: Sun and Moon Church.

In the car.

Little Jia asked carefully, What about the little boy's family? Should his father's medical resources be continued?

Fengling looked at him coldly. If your compassion is so excessive that you want to invest it in people who betrayed the city, then perhaps you are not suited to sit in your current position.

Little Jia smiled awkwardly. I understand.

Little Jia, or Director Jia, was submissive on the surface, but inwardly he was complaining:

How could I make such a heartless decision myself? You, Fengling, can just wash your hands of it and walk away after the investigation, going back to your ivory tower at the school, but I still have to continue working in the municipal government.

Sun and Moon Church.

The front and back doors were completely surrounded, watertight.

Fengling and Little Jia led the team inside.

The church was unusually desolate, as if it already knew that the incident had been exposed. Not only had it closed its doors to the public, but the internal staff had also been evacuated ahead of time.

Father Jing's secretary, the aforementioned clergyman, stood alone on the lawn outside the church.

He faced Fengling and the rest of the group.

Offering a faint smile, he said, "I did it. I am guilty, and I accept my punishment."

With those words, he pulled a dagger from the sleeve of his robe and plunged it directly into his own heart.