Lin Qianmo smelled a conspiracy in the data ocean of Shengshi Group. This strategic analyst with military-grade bio-encryption technology can decipher the traces of data tampering through smell-the cedar tail notes expose high-level secret conversations, the bitter orange blossom sweat identifies the document destroyer, and the vetiver equation hides financial loopholes. When she discovered that the bidding document of a competing product company was encrypted with her own iris key, the suspicion that her father died mysteriously in the group ten years ago arose again.
The sniffing program built into the smart suit captured abnormal bioelectric waves in the conference room, and the burnt aroma of Blue Mountain coffee contained a warning of cyanide. As she activated the fog computing model left behind by her father, the secret account code reflected in the platinum cufflinks, the coolant exhaust in the underground garage, and the capital chain behind the gold-plated coasters in the cloud club gradually emerged. In the fake surveillance footage, the "self" without the cinnabar mole is implanting fatal evidence into the system.
In this battle of smell against data, the biological key under Lin Qianmo's collarbone continued to burn, and her mother's medical bills and the board's gambling agreement intertwined into a double fog at the tip of her nose. When the heavy rain washed away the truth behind the twenty-three-story glass curtain wall, she finally understood her father's last manuscript - all sins will evaporate into their original form at a certain humidity.
