A Sharp Edge Emerges From The Mist Chapter 31

dual identity

The day passes in a state of intense nervousness and silent busyness.The sun shines through the blinds, cutting alternating light and dark stripes on the office floor, and the subtle heat generated by the operation of paper, ink and electronic equipment floats in the air.Everything was as usual, but there was an unusual stagnation everywhere.

In the criminal investigation detachment office, Lin Jianfeng was sitting in his seat. On the computer screen in front of him were the cumbersome follow-up files of the “Iron Shield” case.She typed on the keyboard, flipped through documents, occasionally answered the phone, and gave instructions, her expression focused and her posture as normal.Just from the corner of his eye, he was always paying attention to the movement at the end of the corridor – the door of the investigation team’s temporary office was tightly closed.

Shen Qingwu is inside.It’s been two hours.

This is another formal inquiry in the “preliminary verification” process.According to their “superficial breakup” script, Lin Jianfeng should be indifferent to this at this moment, and may even deliberately avoid this area because of “avoiding suspicion.”But she needs to ensure Shen Qingwu’s safety, and she also needs to capture any clues about Wang Youcai or “Underwater”‘s reaction that may be leaked from within the investigation team.

She picked up the cold coffee and took a sip, the bitter taste spreading on her tongue.But the last details of tonight’s operation were racing through her mind: the provincial special operations team had secretly arrived outside the Twin Cities to stand by, and she confirmed their chain of command and emergency plan through the encrypted channel; the topographic map, architectural structure diagram, possible ambush points and retreat routes of the abandoned chemical plant, she had alreadyThe equipment prepared for Shen Qingwu, including micro locators embedded in clothing fibers, camouflage buttons with emergency rescue and short-term strong interference functions, as well as micro stun devices and smoke bombs hidden in the heels, have been delivered to Shen Qingwu through Qin Mo in the name of “changing clothes.”

Everything is ready, just waiting for nightfall.

But the closer it gets, the tighter the heartstrings become.She plays the role of a calm and self-possessed police officer, but inside she is like a volcano about to erupt.She was worried about the pressure Shen Qingwu would endure during the inquiry, worried about whether she would be able to avoid revealing flaws in the next more dangerous “performance”, and worried that any tiny flaw in the plan would lead to irreversible consequences.

The sense of fragmentation brought about by her dual identity almost tore her apart.

Finally, the door to the investigation team opened.Shen Qingwu walked out.She was wearing Lin Jianfeng’s familiar, well-tailored charcoal gray suit and skirt, her hair was pulled back meticulously, and there was no expression on her face, only a sense of extreme exhaustion and alienation.She walked straight to the elevator without looking away, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

Lin Jianfeng did not raise his head, but tapped his fingers unconsciously on the keyboard.She could feel the extremely brief, almost imperceptible pause when Shen Qingwu passed by the door of her office.There was no eye contact, no words, but some invisible connection, like a taut thread, trembled in the air.

The elevator door closed, carrying Shen Qingwu down.

Lin Jianfeng slowly raised his head and looked out the window.The sun is a bit dazzling.She knew that Shen Qingwu was heading to Qingyuan Capital at this moment to deal with the internal turmoil and outside prying eyes that would inevitably arise after the “leakage” of evidence.There, she will continue to play the role of “Mr. Shen” who was investigated by the police, betrayed by his partners, and fell into trouble but tried to make a last ditch effort.

And she herself has to start playing another role.

In the afternoon, Lin Jianfeng was “ordered” to participate in a joint financial inspection and coordination meeting for other partners of the “New City Project”.The meetings were lengthy, filled with jargon and blame-shifting.She sat in the corner, occasionally speaking and asking a few insignificant technical questions. Most of the time she seemed to be taking notes in her notebook, but in fact she repeatedly outlined the internal structure and course of action of the chemical plant.

She noticed that when a deputy captain of the Economic Investigation Detachment mentioned a certain abnormal capital flow related to “Changhe Trading”, his eyes flickered, his speech speed increased unconsciously, and he tried to lead the topic in other directions.This person happened to be a close comrade-in-arms of the deputy technical detective mentioned in Shen Qingwu’s intelligence who had dealings with the overseas study agency for the children of shareholders of “Changhe”.

Lin Jianfeng kept it in mind and remained calm on the surface.

During the meeting, she went to the tea room to get some water, and happened to meet the vice-captain there.When the other party saw her, his usual smile appeared on his face: “Captain Lin, you have been working hard recently. The case of ‘Iron Shield’ was handled beautifully! Mr. Shen… well, I didn’t expect that either.”

The temptation comes.Lin Jianfeng twitched the corner of her mouth, showing a slightly tired and helpless expression: “The responsibility lies. Mr. Shen’s side… there is an investigation team in charge, and we avoid it according to the regulations.” She paused, as if casually mentioning, “However, the economic investigation side’s financial verification of ‘Xincheng’ is quite stressful, right? I heard that there are a lot of problems on the ‘Changhe’ side?”

The vice-captain’s smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal: “Yes, the accounts are complicated and there are many related parties, so it is really a headache to investigate. But the evidence must be solid.” He responded vaguely, and left in a hurry on the pretext that something happened.

Lin Jianfeng looked at his slightly hasty back with cold eyes.As expected, the black hands inside are paying close attention to everything and trying to influence the direction of the investigation.

In the evening, she got off work “on time” and returned to her apartment.Empty, clean, cold, without Shen Qingwu’s breath.She opened the refrigerator, took out an instant meal box, heated it, and finished it mechanically.Then, the final preparations begin.

She put on a black tactical uniform that facilitated movement, and checked the pistol, ammunition, bulletproof vest, night vision goggles, and communication equipment.Shen Qingwu’s list of protective equipment and emergency contact codes were reviewed in his mind.Finally, she stood in the middle of the living room, looking around this space where they had lived together for a short time, but now she was the only one left.

There is an abstract modern painting hanging on the wall, which was chosen by Shen Qingwu.There was also a criminal investigation novel that she had read half of a few days ago on the coffee table.There seemed to be a faint hint of cold fragrance belonging to Shen Qingwu remaining in the air.

Lin Jianfeng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.When he opened it again, there was only rock-like calmness and sharpness in his eyes.

At nine o’clock in the evening, she left the apartment.Instead of driving, I walked into the subway station, changed directions and carriages many times in the complex transfer line, and finally walked out of a remote exit at the other end of the city.An unmarked black van slid up to her side silently, the door opened, and she stepped inside.

In the car was Lao Lei, the commander of the provincial special operations team, and three heavily armed members.Without any pleasantries, Lao Lei directly handed over a tablet computer, which displayed real-time satellite thermal images and drone reconnaissance images around the abandoned chemical plant.

“The target area has been sealed off, and no large-scale abnormal gathering of people has been found. However, there are sporadic heat sources in several commanding heights and small buildings in the factory area, which are in a stationary state. They may be ambushes.” Lao Lei said in a low voice, “Your informant…are you sure he will show up on time?”

“Yes.” Lin Jianfeng said resolutely, “She will definitely come. Our first priority is to ensure her absolute safety, and the second is to arrest her. The other party may be carrying drugs, so we must be extremely careful in our actions.”

“Understood.” Lao Lei nodded and began to deploy a specific action plan.The team members checked the equipment in silence, and the atmosphere was as solemn as iron.

Lin Jianfeng put on his headphones and adjusted the channel.She could hear the reports of each team being in place, and she could also hear… the subtle sound of electricity coming from the preset single monitoring channel connected to the camouflage button on Shen Qingwu’s body, and Shen Qingwu’s steady breathing.

She’s alive, she’s moving.

The dual identity reaches its climax at this moment.She is the commander of the deployment operation and the guardian who cares about the safety of the bait.He is a law enforcer, and he is also an ally…who fights alongside those outside the law.

The truck sped through the night, heading towards the forgotten, desolate land on the edge of the city that was filled with the smell of rust and chemical reagent residues.

At ten forty, the huge, rusty outline of the chemical plant appeared at the end of the field of vision, like a steel monster dormant in the darkness.

Lin Jianfeng observed carefully through the night vision goggles.It was dead silent and empty, except for the whining sound of the wind blowing through the broken iron sheets.But she knew that underneath the calmness lay deadly murderous intent.

Shen Qingwu, from which direction will you appear?The king has wealth, where are you hiding?

She tightened her grip on the gun in her hand, her fingertips were cold but her palms were slightly sweaty.

Time, minute by second, moves towards the agreed eleven o’clock.

And she, and her companions hiding in the dark, are about to step into this carefully arranged chess game of life and death, where it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

All the divisions, struggles, and disguises brought about by dual identities will face the ultimate test in this showdown.

Or, join hands to tear through the darkness and embrace the dawn.

Or, sink into the abyss together and never recover.