Henry Harris turned a deaf ear and continued, “She understands the killer better than we do, and is closer to the truth. Her talent is more useful than that of many expert consultants, and ability is not directly related to profession.”

　　Chief Campbell’s face was dark.

　　Henry Harris: “Second, she can’t be considered a completely unrelated person. Many of the things that have happened so far revolve around her, and it was also her help that allowed us to capture the most crucial clues. According to Xavier Daniels’s testimony, it’s very likely that The Vault will be their next target, or perhaps has always been their target. If The Vault can join us, she could provide us with tremendous help.”

　　Chief Campbell opened his mouth to speak, but was at a loss for words. His frown deepened the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes as he pondered.

　　Henry Harris said, “Third. The Vault’s personal information has already been exposed. Her appearance has made the other side’s long-hidden actions come to light. After the internal announcement from Trident, almost everyone online is discussing her and Harry Forrest’s case. If I were that person, I’d be very wary of her. The other side might take desperate measures, and we have a responsibility to protect her safety. Since that’s the case, we might as well let The Vault join us, so it’s easier for everyone to coordinate. I believe, given her character, she won’t demand excessive compensation and will strictly fulfill her confidentiality obligations.”

　　Chief Campbell sighed, “That’s not a matter of compensation.”

　　He sat there in silence for a long time, his gaze heavy as it fell on the cover of a file to the side. Then he pushed aside the stack of files with his hand and looked at an old, yellowed photograph pressed under the glass.

　　A faint autumn breeze drifted in, carrying the scent of osmanthus from the flowerbeds downstairs.

　　Chief Campbell sighed and said, “I’ve heard a bit about The Vault’s situation too.”

　　Seeing his emotion, Henry Harris said, “You knew her father, right?”

　　“I did. He used to work under me. Which one of you didn’t I train? He was in the batch before you.” Chief Campbell said, “Back then, he was the most handsome guy at the police academy. I didn’t dare send him out on late-night patrols, and all the bureau’s promotional videos were shot with him.”

　　His voice grew low, “Later, he had an accident and was injured, so he left. He had such a promising future—truly, the good die young.”

　　Henry Harris said, “You still remember him after all these years, which shows he was a good police officer.”

　　Chief Campbell nodded in agreement, then realized something was off and asked, “What does this have to do with The Vault?”

　　Henry Harris said, “It’s all about relationships in society.”

　　“Relationships, my foot!” Chief Campbell cursed, “Don’t try to play dumb with me!”

　　Henry Harris said seriously, “So what do you think?”

　　“Hmm…” Chief Campbell let out a hoarse sigh from his throat. He picked up the old porcelain cup he’d used for decades and said, “I actually don’t know much about The Vault. You’ve worked in the team for so long, right? You should know how to coordinate among team members, don’t be too headstrong. Some people are still young, you need to guide them more and make arrangements clear. If you ignore someone’s opinion, they might feel isolated. Don’t you think?”

　　Henry Harris thought for a moment and said, “If you’re referring to Quinn Shelby, I believe he can understand. Back then, The Vault was still very young. The rift between them might just be due to some misunderstanding. I think The Vault is actually a gentle person—I’m confident in my judgment of people.”

　　“It’s not just about one person, I’m reminding you.” Chief Campbell said, “Are you sure you know The Vault well enough? Have you shared this understanding with others? What do your subordinates think?”

　　He continued, “The Vault’s record is right there. Her family was unstable in her childhood, and she had personality issues as a young adult. Her whole upbringing was unhealthy, so it’s not unreasonable for people to have doubts about her. Didn’t you investigate yourselves when Harry Forrest escaped? Sometimes misunderstandings can’t just be glossed over—don’t leave any handle for others to attack.”

　　Henry Harris nodded thoughtfully, “I understand.”

　　Chief Campbell waved him off impatiently, “Alright. Go on, get out.”

　　Henry Harris stepped back, but didn’t forget to ask, “So you’re agreeing, right?”

　　Chief Campbell glared, suddenly furious, “What more do you want me to say! Don’t push your luck, I’m warning you—”

　　Henry Harris quickly closed the door, “Goodbye!”

　　“Keep a low profile—” the old man’s voice shouted from behind the door, “Do things more discreetly!”

　　·

　　Henry Harris’s distinctive footsteps sounded at the door. A police officer who was looking up information raised his head and asked, “How did it go, Captain Harris? Did Chief Campbell agree?”

　　Another person chimed in with a laugh, “There’s nothing Captain Harris can’t get done. Asking that is practically an insult.”

　　Everyone burst out laughing, “That’s some shameless bootlicking.”

　　Henry Harris nodded to a few people and walked straight to her seat. She took out her phone and scrolled through her contacts.

　　But her contact list was just too long. She scrolled blankly for a while before finally remembering the name of The Vault’s psychological evaluator.

　　Quinn Foster—the name you always remember when you’re about to give up.

　　His mother really put a lot of thought into naming him.

　　Henry Harris dialed the number, leaned back in her chair, and relaxed as she listened to the system’s dialing tone.

　　“Hello?” The man’s voice on the other end was light and cheerful.

　　Henry Harris: “Dr. Fang.”

　　“That’s me,” Quinn Foster said. “Is this Captain Harris? What an honor. What can I do for you?”

　　“This matter hasn’t been decided yet, so I hope you can keep it confidential for now,” Henry Harris said. “We’ve discussed it internally and would like to invite The Vault to act as a consultant and assist us in the investigation.”

　　Quinn Foster fell silent on the other end, understanding what she meant.

　　After a few breaths,

　　“Do you need her evaluation report?” Quinn Foster said with a laugh. “The latest one was just finished yesterday. Of course, if you want all her past evaluation records, I have those archived too.”

　　Henry Harris said, “I don’t need those. I need a straightforward explanation.”

　　“What do you mean by a straightforward explanation? Do you want me to list all the good deeds The Vault has done?” Quinn Foster joked, “You can ask her school about that—I really don’t know. I’ve heard the students at A University like her quite a bit. But I don’t know what kind of evidence you use to prove someone’s a good person—how many likes do you need?”

　　Henry Harris ignored his sarcasm. She opened the computer in front of her, her tone calm but full of pressure: “Dr. Quinn Foster, I’ve seen The Vault’s Trident copy records. According to their backend data monitoring, The Vault is very likely to have post-traumatic stress disorder. You haven’t mentioned this in any of your reports.”

　　Quinn Foster was silent.

　　Henry Harris said, “Your reports aren’t credible. So, is it that you haven’t evaluated her seriously, or do you actually not understand her?”

　　The voice on the other end of the phone turned cold: “I just don’t want to expose too much of someone else’s privacy. The facts show that even when facing fear, she can still control her emotions.”

　　“I hope so,” Henry Harris said. “We need real, effective, and reliable evaluation results. If you’re willing, I hope you can come to the bureau before next Wednesday and give a full explanation.”

　　Quinn Foster said, “I’ll ask her.”

　　Henry Harris: “Alright.”

　　Quinn Foster looked at the phone after The Vault hung up, pursed his lips, then skillfully swiped his finger to the top name and dialed.

　　“Hello!”

　　Just that one word revealed his bad mood.

　　The Vault said, “Looks like you’re in a bad mood. Let’s talk next time.”

　　“Wait!” Quinn Foster was almost exasperated by her, and asked, “Do you want to join the police investigation team for the Harry Forrest case?”

　　The Vault answered without hesitation, “Of course.”

　　Quinn Foster said, “They want to bring me in for questioning.”

　　“Good luck with your assessment,” The Vault said, her voice rising with obvious excitement. “Wishing you flawless success and a triumphant victory!”

　　Quinn Foster: “Do you even have a heart?”

　　The Vault said, “I’ll send you a red envelope.”

　　Quinn Foster: “Alright, I get it.”

Chapter 84 Explanation

　　After hanging up on The Vault, Quinn Foster looked at the game on his screen, but lost interest, exited the app, and got up to stretch.

　　He stood in front of the window, his gaze moving from the flowerbeds below to the distant shadows of trees, then wandering aimlessly elsewhere. He stood in the same spot for five meaningless minutes before finally making a decision. He took a deep breath, turned back, picked up his phone, searched for a moment, and dialed a number.

　　Quinn Foster closed the window to block out the background noise.

　　“Hello, teacher. It’s me, Quinn Foster. How have you been lately?”

　　……

　　“It’s nothing else, just wanted to check in and, by the way, ask about The Vault’s situation.”

　　“Oh, she’s fine, she’s doing well. It’s just that I’m a bit confused about a missing section in her file. The Vault herself is reluctant to talk about it, but this affects the accuracy of my judgment, so I wanted to ask your opinion—how much do you know about it?”