Under Currents in the Subway Project

Thirty days until the Asian Games. Metro Line 3 is about to open.

Few know that every concrete strength report has been forged, and that a murder case lies behind it all.

After graduating with a master's degree, I joined the Engineering Quality and Safety Testing Center, thinking I had secured a stable job. On my first day, I stumbled upon my leaders dividing the spoils in a secret room.

The seventy-year-old engineer Zhong Ji reported the fraud under his real name on his blog. The next day, he was transferred and had his pay cut, then received threatening calls. When his contract expired, he was fired outright. As he left, he clutched a thick stack of inspection reports like a death warrant.

Yang Jie, the woman I had feelings for, turned around and attached herself to someone powerful. An Zhiran, who had survived an earthquake's wreckage with me, was the person I thought would save me. But the one who wanted me silenced was her father, Liao Changqing.

In the face of profit, human life is as light as a blade of grass. A worker was murdered, and before his body was even cold, the higher-ups were already scrambling to suppress the public outcry. The victim's younger brother demanded an explanation. Three days later, he was left at the construction site entrance with both legs broken.

I resigned without hesitation and took Zhong Ji's side.

Soon, death threats came one after another.

The day Gan Sen fled overseas with billions in stolen money, torrential rain poured across South China. A new leader took office, and the ribbon-cutting and polite chatter went on as usual.

Everyone thought the dust had settled.

They forgot that I was still alive.

The original inspection report they thought they had completely destroyed is in my hands.

Who's next?