Old Files, New Proof

Lu Chen's head snapped up. Liang pushed the envelope forward, as if shifting a stone that had sat on his chest for years. "The person who took it later moved into the construction office. You should be able to trace the name. But let me warn you: if you really drag this out, it won't just pull up one old case." "Then we'll pull it all up," Lu Chen said. On the drive back to Hawthorn Street, towers lined the road outside the window, their mirrored surfaces flashing like blades. Xu Zhixia flipped through the photocopies and found a line in the site survey that had been deliberately altered: the warehouse had allegedly contained two different worker badge numbers, and one of them did not match the night-shift roster.