Henry Harris continued, “All the photos Xavier Daniels displayed are almost all records of awards and honors. He’s not as indifferent to the world as he appears, nor does he love his looks the way ordinary people do. He values honor and ranking, has a certain competitive streak, and is a very popular figure. Perfecting this kind of character profile can also help when recording their statements.”

Quinn Shelby whispered, “Did she really think that deeply?”

“How would I know what she’s thinking?” Henry Harris said. “But some talented people, even if they don’t think that much, will subconsciously make similar judgments.”

Quinn Shelby murmured, “Talent…”

Henry Harris nodded. “Yes, talent. Ordinary people rely on experience, geniuses rely on talent. Criminal investigation is no easy field. Everyone likes people who are both talented and hardworking. But such people are, after all, very rare.”

Quinn Foster crossed his legs and said with a smile, “The Vault is even more outstanding among the rare few.”

Henry Harris didn’t refute him, just nodded. “I’ve seen the instances she’s participated in. Just her patience and information-gathering ability already surpass many people. But unfortunately, her personality isn’t suited for working within the system, and there’s no superior fit to lead her. Hmm… She’s good as an external expert, but I still don’t know what her specialty actually is.”

Quinn Foster said, “For work she doesn’t like, she charges a lot. Back when she taught at A University, we could consult her for free, but now there’s no such good opportunity.”

Quinn Shelby said, “Captain…”

“Shh—wait a moment.” Henry Harris raised his hand to stop him, his gaze as sharp as a blade fixed on the screen, and suddenly said, “Why is she looking at that snack cabinet?”

Quinn Foster had lost interest ever since The Vault started searching. Hearing Henry Harris speak, he finally noticed The Vault’s line of sight, but by the time he looked over, The Vault had already looked away.

The people inside were still searching the cabinets aimlessly.

Quinn Foster raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Henry Harris said with certainty. “Her gaze clearly paused at the drawer. I’ve dealt with countless people; I know from a single look where they want to look.”

On the side of the screen, a magnified image popped up. But aside from various snacks, there was nothing unusual.

Quinn Foster was suspicious.

Quinn Shelby held back and asked, “Captain He, aren’t you paying a bit too much attention to The Vault? There are several other players, too.”

Henry Harris seemed not to hear, still staring intently at The Vault. After a few seconds, he asked offhandedly, “Am I? The other players are still interrogating Justin Hall, nothing particularly important. What did you want to say just now?”

Quinn Shelby took a deep breath, feeling defeated. “…Nothing. Please continue.”

In the instance, The Vault and Julian Grant quickly finished searching the bedroom. The Vault said, “Let’s go check out Thomas Daniels’s study.”

She passed by the desk casually, naturally pocketing an orange-flavored hard candy from inside. The move was so smooth and practiced.

This scene was still caught by Julian Grant, who exclaimed, “That’s evidence!”

“Twenty cents each.” The Vault unwrapped the candy. “How about I pay a yuan in advance?”

“You think this is about twenty cents?!” Julian Grant said angrily.

Captain Henry Harris nodded.

Exactly! How can she be so unserious?!

Quinn Foster was speechless, glancing sideways at Henry Harris. He thought to himself, these people are truly terrifying. Their insight surpasses even many excellent psychologists.

Inside, Julian Grant continued, “Do you know how many lines of code it takes for a single candy? Do you know how expensive Trident’s top programmers are?! That candy you ate cost a huge chunk of the budget!”

The Vault said regretfully, “But this candy has no taste. It’s just… slippery.”

Julian Grant facepalmed. “Because no one expected players would eat the evidence!”

The Vault: “The data will be restored anyway. Eating a candy shouldn’t matter. If it’s poisoned, I could clear the level right away, couldn’t I?”

Julian Grant was both angry and amused. “Why do you have so many twisted ideas?”

At this moment, a black system prompt popped up: Bug received, thank you for your feedback. 【Thumbs up】【Bright smile】

The Vault, affirmed, also gave a thumbs up, sharing a satisfied smile with the programmer across the distance.

Julian Grant glared, feeling deeply wronged.

These shameless little brats. When will you ever be this attentive to your boss? So young, yet already two-faced?

The Vault had already walked away briskly, entering Thomas Daniels’s study.

At this moment, Julian Grant received a message from a colleague, saying they were already accompanying Sylvia Shaw on the way back and asking if the two were still waiting at the door. Julian Grant replied affirmatively and urged them to hurry up.

When he entered the study, The Vault had already taken over the boss’s chair in the center, sitting comfortably. But she hadn’t turned on the computer on the desk, nor rummaged through the items, instead holding her phone and looking up information.

Julian Grant walked over and searched the desk himself.

The Vault, seeing him busy, lifted her eyelids and said, “Don’t bother. Thomas Daniels is unlikely to leave important evidence out in the open. As for the computer, I tried just now—‘open sesame’ won’t unlock it.”

Julian Grant was speechless. “…Are you addicted to cheating?”

The Vault said, “The clues you can find in the study are nothing more than a few contracts Thomas Daniels signed in business, to prove his shady dealings.”

Julian Grant said, “So?”

The Vault handed over her phone. “Look, Thomas Daniels claimed he was raising funds to expand a new production line, but after attracting investment, he didn’t immediately build a new factory. Instead, he siphoned off the money. The company issued a few announcements, then nothing more.”

Julian Grant asked, “Where did the money go?”

“Most likely into lending for interest. The company didn’t record the related accounts,” The Vault said. “That portion of the interest probably went into his own pocket. Also, the bad debt rate in his annual report is much higher than the industry average, and the repeatedly missing accounts receivable could have gone anywhere. His daily expenses are huge, so he probably has some gray income.”

Julian Grant found it a bit absurd. “He’s already considered rich, and the company has a good reputation. If he just developed steadily, the business could expand stably. Isn’t this kind of management self-destructive?”

“Once you’ve seen people with even more money, you crave it even more, because the world of capital is cruel and clear-cut, and Thomas Daniels is not someone who’s easily satisfied.” The Vault crossed her hands, elbows resting on the armrests, exuding the aura of a business tycoon. She said, “Once you’ve tasted the benefits of exploiting others’ trust, it’s easy to treat everyone else as fools. Besides, Thomas Daniels’s company was inherited from his father and has been maintained well for years. His success came too easily.”

Julian Grant looked at her, momentarily forgetting who the real domineering CEO was.

He handed the phone back and asked, “According to procedure, shouldn’t we check the list of debtors who have a grudge against Thomas Daniels?”

The Vault spread her hands. “I suppose so. But that list is probably huge. My intuition tells me it’s mostly a waste of time.”

Given the way Thomas Daniels conducts himself, how could he have only a few enemies?

Before the two could finalize their next investigative step, the Trident system popped up a reminder that Sylvia Shaw had returned.

The data immediately refreshed, and the two returned to the locked door.

The Vault turned around and saw three people arriving together.

Thomas Daniels’s wife, Sylvia Shaw, leaned weakly on her son, her nose and the corners of her eyes red. Though she wore no makeup, she had the charm of a mature woman and looked pitiful. She wore a mid-length dress and a pair of black high heels.

The police officer behind nodded at them in greeting. Sylvia Shaw also said hoarsely, “Hello.”

Julian Grant was about to return the greeting when he noticed The Vault staring directly, unabashedly scanning Sylvia Shaw up and down, her behavior extremely rude.

Chapter 64: Doubts

Julian Grant gently nudged The Vault with his elbow as a reminder, then stepped forward and politely said to Sylvia Shaw, “Ma’am, my condolences. We’re here today mainly to confirm a few things with you.”

Sylvia Shaw sniffled, ignored Julian Grant, looked back at The Vault with teary eyes, and asked, “What is it?”

Only then did The Vault look away and reply, “Nothing.”

Sylvia Shaw stepped forward to open the door and invited everyone in.

·

At the moment Sylvia Shaw appeared, Henry Harris showed a half-smile.

Quinn Foster was observing her and didn’t miss this subtle change in expression. He left his seat and approached step by step, probing, “Do you think there’s something wrong with Sylvia Shaw’s behavior?”

Henry Harris’s eyes moved, and he glanced at him coolly, countering, “What do you think?”

Quinn Foster: “Does it matter what I think?”