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Theairintheobservationroomwasstalewiththestofcheapcoffeeandspentadrenaline。Behindtheone-wayglass，theusualivalofthespecialtaskforcehadstilled，replacedbytheraptsilenceofoisseursbeforeamasterpieisbehavior。

SongYiqianwasastudyintainedorder，amanbuiltofsharpanglesandcolderprinciples。Hewasreviewingacasefile，hisfiragalineoftext，hisfocusabsolute。Heexistedinaworldofblack，white，andtheinfinitegreyulation—aworldJiHuaijinhadmadehislife’sworktovandalizewithglorious，Teicolorchaos。

Huaijinhadbeenorbitinghimforminutes，asatelliteofrestlessenergy。He’dchatteredabouttheflawsintheventilationsystem，thepsychologicalprofileofaretwitness，theappallingqualityofthestation’spastries—awhirlwindofirrelevanceYiqianexpertlytunedout。Hewasbackgroundheyappingofapuppyoneabsentmindedlypatsonthehead。

Then，theorbitdecayed。

Thechatterstopped。TheplayfullightinHuaijin’seyeswassnuffedout，notgently，butasifbyasudden，interiormidnight。Theshiftwassoprofounditseemedtosuckthesoundfromtheroom。Intheobservationbooth，DetectiveTang’swhisperedbettoAgentWeidiedonherlips。

Huaijinmovednotwithapounce，butwithaterrifying，deliberategrace。HeframedYiqian’sfacewithhandsthatcoulddismantleabomborfeamasterpiece，histouchimpossiblygentlefortheviolenceoftheactitpreluded。Hegaven，notheatricalpauseforeffect。Hesimplyclosedthedistandclaimedwhat，inthedarkgeographyofhissoul，hehadalreadydecidedwashis。

Itwasnotakissofpassion，butofpossession。Asearing，silentargumentagainsteverylaw，everyrule，everyinchofpersonalspaceYiqianhadevermaintained。Itwasabrand。

Yiqianstiffehefilefotteninhishand。Hisworld，someticulouslyordered，narrowedtotheshogwarmthofHuaijin’smouth，thefainttasteofstolensugaronhislips，theabsolute，unyieldingpressurethatofferednoquarter。Hisownhands，usuallysoprecise，hunguselessathissides。Topushawaywouldbetoaowledgetheviolation。Tosuccumbwastosurrenderafualpieceofhimself。

Hedidher。Hestoodlikeacliffagainstatsunami，enduring。

Inthebooth，thesilencebroke。“Ioweyoufiftyyuan，”TangMing’ahed，hereyeswide。“Toldyouhe’ddoitbeforetheendofshift，”WeiZhengmuttered，notbtocollect，hisgazefixedonthese。XuYanwasalreadysketgfranticallyonanapkin。“Thelightingisterrible，buttheposition…”WenQingxiadjustedhisglasses。“Fasating。hevasodilationiSong’scapillaries—theflushdespitehislaovement。Apurelyphysiologicalrespoounsolicitedbiometricoverlap。”LinQing’sjawwastight。“Shouldwe…intervene?”“Andmissthefinale?”YuQinyuedidn’tlookupfromhertablet，whichwasreceverydamningsed。“ThisisbetterthaerrogationfootagefromtheLincase。”

Huaijinfinallypulledback，justafra。Hiseyesweredarkpoolsoftriumphandsomethingfarmoredangerous:abottomless，desperateneed。Hisvoice，whenitcame，wasalowhumagainstYiqian’slips，asecretforthemalone。

“Letthemhavetheirrulesandtheirsixpence，Yiqian，”hewhispered，thewordsablasphemyierileroom。“Letthemhavetheirreportsandtheirpermissions。”HisthumbstrokedYiqian’sjaarodyofacaress。“Youwillhaveonlyme。”

Itwasnotarequest。Itwasaverdict。AndasHuaijinleanedinagain，hissmileasharpandwickedthing，thetaskforcehelditscollectivebreath，waitingtoseeifthecliffwouldfinally，gloriously，crumbleintothesea。

（Theobservationbootheruptsinsilent，franticglee。XuYanmimeswipingawayatear。Thebetmoneygeshands。Theyareall，irrevocably，theworstcolleaguesimaginable。）