A rollback after death? Then let them offer their loyalty!

Chapter 49 Infiltration

Qin Xue's temporary accommodation was arranged in a relatively quiet old apartment building near the police station, which was rented in advance by the Administration Bureau.

The facilities are simple, but clean enough.

Afternoon, near dusk—

A petite figure, like a ghost, silently arrived at the floor where Qin Xue was.

Qin Shuang took a deep breath, and an extremely faint icy blue halo appeared on her fingertips.

Shuanghua suppressed her abilities to a minimum, using them only to slightly interfere with any potential alarm devices or telepathic signals, and to calm her wildly beating heart.

She gently inserted a specially made thin piece into the gap of the door lock, and a few seconds later, a slight clicking sound was heard.

The door opened.

Qin Shuang slipped inside, quickly closed the door behind her, and leaned against the door, holding her breath in the darkness.

The room was pitch black, the curtains were drawn, and only a faint light shone through the fabric, outlining the blurry shapes of the furniture.

The air was filled with Qin Xue's faint body fragrance, mixed with a hint of the smell of books and old paper.

After adjusting to the darkness, Qin Shuang began to move cautiously.

She dared not turn on the light and could only observe by relying on the enhanced vision of the extraordinary.

The living room is very simple, with almost no personal belongings.

In the study, the desk was piled high with documents and materials, neatly categorized and meticulously arranged.

Qin Shuang quickly flipped through several non-confidential documents but didn't find anything particularly noteworthy.

She hesitated for a moment before walking into the bedroom.

The bedroom door was ajar, and Qin Shuang gently pushed it open.

Qin Xue's bedroom was simpler than her living room, containing only a bed, a wardrobe, and a bedside table.

The blankets on the bed were folded neatly, like blocks of tofu.

Qin Shuang's gaze first fell on the bedside table, where a photo frame was placed, but the frame was closed.

She frowned, then gently picked up the photo frame and turned it over.

The photo shows Qin Xue and Qin Shuang as children, and Li Rui as a teenager.

The background appears to be a garden in a protected area. Qin Xue is wearing a beautiful dress, her expression still somewhat indifferent, but her eyes are softer than they are now.

Qin Shuang smiled brightly and hugged Qin Xue's arm tightly.

Li Rui stood to the side, his hands in his pockets, looking at the camera, but his body was slightly leaning towards Qin Xue.

Qin Shuang looked at the photo, her fingers tightening slightly, her nails digging into the edge of the frame.

Memories flooded back, mixed with bitterness and even deeper resentment.

The sisters used to have a very good relationship, but since their parents died, they have gradually become the most familiar strangers.

Gritting her teeth, Qin Shuang slammed the photo frame back into place.

She then opened the wardrobe, inside which hung several sets of uniforms and casual clothes, all excessively neat.

But in the innermost corner of the wardrobe, Qin Shuang found a small, locked metal box.

The box is small, but exquisitely crafted, and the lock is an old-fashioned combination lock.

Qin Shuang's heart raced. She tried several possible passwords: Qin Xue's birthday, Li Rui's birthday, her own birthday, but none of them worked.

Just as she was about to give up and consider whether to use her ability to forcibly destroy it, her eyes caught a glimpse of what appeared to be extremely fine wear marks on the edge of the box, pointing to a certain number.

She hesitated for a moment, then tried another set of numbers according to the order suggested by the wear marks, and found that it was the day she and Qin Xue left home to officially join the Administration Bureau for training.

That day was also the anniversary of his parents' death.

Click, the lock opened.

Qin Shuang gently lifted the lid of the box.

There were no documents, no secrets, only a few small, seemingly personal items:

An old, faded butterfly hair clip—Qin Shuang remembered it was Qin Xue's favorite when she was little.

An old fountain pen with a worn-out nib; several yellowed pieces of paper with messy handwriting, like jotting-down thoughts or poems, the handwriting neat and clear.

The content, however, reveals a sense of confusion and loneliness that is inconsistent with Qin Xue's appearance.

And under these things, there was a hard-covered notebook.

Qin Shuang picked up the notebook and opened it.

The first half of the book was filled with dry training records, task analyses, and insights on improving skills. The handwriting was neat, the logic was clear, and it was completely in Qin Xue's style.

But when you flip to the back, starting from about a year ago, the content of the records has changed.

It's no longer just a simple work record; it contains many personal, fragmented, and even somewhat chaotic thoughts.

The bottleneck in Sequence 6 is more solid than expected, requiring me to be even more extremely calm and strip away useless emotions. But are emotions... truly useless?

Today I dealt with a contaminated mutant. Its eyes looked human-like before it died, which was a bit unsettling, but I couldn't show it. Annoying!

Qin Shuang clashed with the training officer again. She's always like this—emotional and unable to hide her feelings.

My foolish sister, why can't you be like me...?

But sometimes, I envy her vibrancy, but that's all.

I dreamt of my childhood garden; the sunlight was warm then. Now, it's just cold.

Li Rui patted my shoulder today. His hand was heavy, which I didn't like, but I didn't say anything and kept my distance.

As you flip through the pages, the handwriting occasionally becomes somewhat illegible, the content becomes more obscure, and there are even some symbols and doodles of unclear meaning.

Several pages were repeatedly scribbled over, as if something had been written on them, only to be forcibly denied and covered up.

On the most recent page, Qin Shuang saw several lines of text that made her pupils shrink:

The backlash from the Ice Soul began to manifest; the price of absolute zero was its own temperature.

I'm becoming increasingly afraid of the cold, and increasingly yearning for...warmth, warmth in any form. How pathetic.

[It must be controlled, and cannot be detected. Especially Li Rui, who uses "Judgment Fire," which clashes with my "Ice Soul" attribute. If he knows my weakness...]

That detective named Lin Yu... has a deep, unfathomable gaze.

There was a dangerous aura about him, like an undercurrent hidden beneath the ice. My intuition told me I had to stay away from him.

But why...did I feel a slight attraction? Because he wasn't like the others, either fearful or obsequious? Ridiculous.

Qin Shuang's hand holding the notebook trembled slightly.

She discovered Qin Xue's biggest secret!

Unexpectedly, Qin Xue's proud Ice Soul ability has serious backlash and weaknesses!

She was afraid of the cold, longed for warmth, and even began to pay attention to Lin Yu.

A mixture of ecstasy and gloom surged into Qin Shuang's heart.

With this leverage... could she say, "Sister, you didn't want this either..."

No, we can't act rashly. Lin Yu needs intelligence, not to alert the enemy.

Qin Shuang suppressed her excitement and quickly took pictures of the key pages with a miniature camera. Then she put the notebook and other items back as they were, locked the box, and restored all traces.

She left Qin Xue's room as quietly as she had entered, as if she had never been there at all.

Back at her temporary lodgings, Qin Shuang's heart was still pounding.

She sent the photos she had taken to Lin Yu via an encrypted channel, along with a brief description.

A few minutes later, Lin Yu replied with only two words: 【Very good】

Qin Shuang stared at those two words and suddenly felt a chill run through her body, yet also a strange, twisted excitement.

She betrayed her sister, handing over a deadly weapon to a man who held her life and death in his hands.

But... so what?

Qin Xue took everything first, it was Li Rui's arrogance that made her take the lead, and now, it's her turn to have the upper hand.

Qin Shuang cupped her flushed face, revealing a sickly smile:

"Hehe, Lin Yu~ Lin Yu~ You're so amazing, you're so amazing♥♥"

Don't let me down. Control Qin Xue; make her suffer the same fate I've endured.

Let's go back to the way things were, and become best friends who can talk about anything...

Hehe, my silly sister~ Ahhh—”

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