North Sea Fog

On the high seas of the North Sea, the night blends with the inky water. The "Poseidon" cruise ship is like a moving island, cutting through the icy waves. Officer Lin opened the door of Suite 301, and the smell of expensive cigars and light disinfectant hit his face. Guo Yuannan fell on his back on the sofa, his expression frozen with unbelievable astonishment. The scene was impossibly clean, like a well-rehearsed stage play. "The preliminary judgment is that there was a cardiac arrest, there was no trauma, and there were no signs of struggle," the medical examiner said. Officer Lin's eyes swept across the room, and finally landed on the corner of the desk - a forgotten silver USB flash drive with the words "Shishi No. 1 Middle School" printed on it. It was out of place in this luxurious suite. He put on his gloves and pulled it off. At the same time, his mobile phone vibrated, and a new message came from the technology department: "Boss, I checked Guo Yuannan's communication records. In the past three months, he has frequently received and called a number whose address is shown as 'China Telecom', but after verification, the number does not exist." The sender of the number does not exist? Lindbergh. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.