After Liang Jianfeng left, it was only ten minutes before Liang Jiajia arrived.

"What are you doing here?"

Seeing Song Guanchao, she looked quite surprised. Obviously, Liang Jianfeng hadn't told her he was also here.

Song Guanchao casually came up with an excuse and said, grabbing some chopsticks, "Your dad went to work, told us not to wait for him."

"Here, have some meat. You look thin."

Song Guanchao glanced at her ample chest.

Liang Jiajia rolled her eyes and put a rib into her mouth.

Song Guanchao asked casually, "I heard that the previous captain of your detective team passed away?"

Liang Jiajia nodded.

"How did he die?"

"Heart attack."

"Does your detective team have undercover agents outside?"

Liang Jiajia's chopsticks paused mid-air. She thought for a moment and said, "There should be. Why are you asking this?"

Song Guanchao's expression suddenly turned serious. "If anyone ever asks you to go undercover, never agree."

"Don't worry."

Liang Jiajia said, "Undercover work isn't easy. Even if we've been policemen for several years, we couldn't do it. Undercover agents are usually selected during police academy."

Song Guanchao let out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad to hear that."

Then he asked, "How old was Captain Lin?"

"He was only in his early forties."

"Dying so young is quite unfortunate."

"Indeed. I heard that after Captain Lin died, the team organized donations."

"Doesn't your detective team have a pension?"

"Yes, but the pension is only a few thousand bucks. What's that good for? Captain Lin had two kids."

"At the captain level, he should have quite some savings, right?"

The head of a detective team is no small position, not to mention it's a team in the Provincial City.

Even if he wasn't blatantly corrupt, making over a million a year would be easy as pie.

Liang Jiajia shook her head. "I heard Captain Lin was very upright, never took bribes, which is why he missed several opportunities for advancement. If he were more shrewd, he'd have been the director or at the provincial office by now, leaving no chance for my dad."

Song Guanchao sighed, "Then his wife and kids must be having a hard time."

"By the way, what does his wife do?"

"She's a teacher, I think," Liang Jiajia said. "And because Captain Lin was too upright, he offended many people. After he died, his wife was targeted too."

Song Guanchao frowned. "Where does his wife teach?"

"I don't know," Liang Jiajia replied. "Why, are you going to stand up for her?"

Song Guanchao said, "Standing up might be an exaggeration, just want to learn more."

Liang Jiajia knew his temper. If it were any other woman, she'd likely advise him not to meddle, but Liang Jiajia liked this about him.

"I'll look into it and send it to you later."

"Alright."

When they were almost finished eating, Song Guanchao said, "Call your dad and ask if he's eaten. If not, let's pack some dishes for him."

Liang Jiajia made a call and said, "He hasn't eaten yet."

So they packed a few dishes and headed toward the municipal bureau together.

When they arrived at the entrance, Liang Jiajia received a call from the team.

"There's been progress in the case I'm investigating. I have to go back."

Liang Jiajia held her phone and said, "Tomorrow's the weekend. Can you come out tonight?"

"I can."

"Then book a room and send me the details. I'm leaving now."

Liang Jiajia waved her small hand and left.

Song Guanchao carried the food toward the municipal bureau, walked through the dispatch hall, and entered the office inside.

There weren't many police officers working in the bureau, either out on duty or patrolling the district.

He reached the office, and just as he knocked, the door suddenly opened, revealing Wen Ru holding the doorknob.

Seeing Song Guanchao, Wen Ru's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, then she smiled gently at him and left the office.

Song Guanchao walked in, put down the food, and said, "Uncle Liang, eat first."

"Okay."

Liang Jianfeng opened the food, not lifting his head, saying, "Jiajia not coming back tonight?"

Song Guanchao paused, then coughed twice and replied, "Yeah, she's staying out tonight."

Liang Jianfeng nodded, waved his hand, and said, "If there's nothing else, you can go. I'll notify you when the action ends tomorrow."

"Okay."

On the way back to the party school, Song Guanchao received a message from Liang Jiajia about the school where Lin Bin's wife works.

It's a high school.

After checking the address, it wasn't very far.

Song Guanchao noted the school down but didn't go there immediately.

Investigating Tan Xue's undercover identity is not an easy task.

If Tan Xue is an undercover agent, then only Lin Bin would know her file.

But now that Lin Bin is dead, no one knows where her and Shen Qing's files are hidden.

Finding the file means using brute force, searching everywhere.

This is undoubtedly a massive undertaking.

Therefore, connecting with Lin Bin's wife becomes a necessary option.

His wife might not be aware of the undercover actions, but she definitely knows if Lin Bin had multiple properties or frequently visited places.

Those places could very well contain the undercover files.

Moreover, Lin Bin must have a dedicated phone to contact the undercover agents.

If that phone can be found, it would prove Tan Xue and Shen Qing's identities.

All the way, Song Guanchao pondered how to investigate.

Simply meeting Lin Bin's wife would be easy.

But asking for these details would seem peculiar.

It might make them feel he's up to no good.

"Buzz buzz~"

Seeing Zhou Qian's name on the caller ID, Song Guanchao suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He thought of a way.

It's not convenient for him to ask, but if Zhou Qian were to ask as a media reporter, it wouldn't be as sensitive.

"Xiao Qian..."

A few minutes later, the call was disconnected.

Song Guanchao invited her to come tomorrow, saying he needed her help with something.

Having a plan in mind, he felt more at ease.

Back at the party school dormitory, Song Guanchao took a shower, changed into fresh clothes, preparing for his date with Liang Jiajia at night.

Meanwhile.

Lei Group, office space.

Lei Chengping, a robust man with a circle of stubbly beard, had his phone buzz on the table.

Seeing the caller, Lei Chengping didn't answer right away.

He locked the door behind him, then picked up the call.

"Political Commissioner Wen, what brings you to call me?"

He asked with a smile.

"Tomorrow noon at the Baima Town red brick factory, is your group having a deal?"

The gentle female voice on the other end asked, causing Lei Chengping's expression to change suddenly.

He was silent for a few seconds before replying calmly, "Who did you hear it from?"

Wen Ru didn't answer, but repeated, "Is there such a deal?"

Inside, Lei Chengping was shaken. Knowing that such deals are usually set a day in advance, only a few people are aware.

They had only decided the time today, yet it had already reached the ears of the police.

What does this imply?

It implies there's a mole within their group!

Lei Chengping's voice turned cold, "Yes."

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