The afterglow of the sunset faded little by little at the end of the city, and bright neon lights lit up among the rows of buildings.

The office, which was densely populated during the day, was now filled with empty seats hidden under dim light.

The FBI is one of the few employers in the city that allows its employees to leave work before sunset.

However, the lights in some offices are still on because a small number of people are still working overtime.

The Office of the FBI Director is also among them.

Unlike most employees who are relaxed and comfortable, the FBI director of Lemen City often works overtime until late at night.

Nok walked through the dark corridor and stopped at the door of the director's office.

Boom--boom--

He raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

"Please come in."

A slightly tired voice came from inside the door.

The office door slowly opened.

Nok hesitated for a moment, then raised his legs and walked slowly into the office.

"Is there a problem?"

The director was leaning on his desk, looking at the information on the computer attentively.

The bright light of the screen shone on his cheeks and shiny forehead.

After a while, he didn't hear the reply. He raised his head and saw Nok who was now at his desk.

He looked at Nok's hesitant expression, lowered his head again, and asked casually, "Do you understand?"

"Well," Nok hesitated for a moment and said slowly, "I was too impulsive today. I can choose a more moderate approach and participate in the case investigation. In that case, I can use the power of the FBI to investigate the information.

"

At this point, he paused and said, "Director...thank you..."

"Don't thank me, I didn't do anything to help you,"

The director did not raise his head, his fingers were flying on the keyboard and he continued to process the information.

But after saying this, his hand movements paused for a moment, "You will encounter many problems in your life, but not all problems will give you the opportunity to correct them. I don't know what you want to understand.

But I hope that before you do something big in the future, you will keep looking back and thinking like today."

Nok stared blankly at the middle-aged director in front of him. He didn't know what to say for a moment. Finally, he nodded lightly, "I understand, thank you, director."

"So you met the guy pretending to be 'Zadie'?"

After hearing Nok's reply, the director recovered his hand movements and continued to type on the keyboard.

"Director, do you know who he is...?"

Nok was stunned.

"A person who kills without batting an eyelid and has been working in the research institute for several years and has personally performed many tasks is either an undercover or a bad guy. Undercovers don't need to look for you, and bad guys won't look for you."

The movement of the director's hand did not stop, "Judging from the fact that you suddenly changed your thinking after meeting you once, the person you met should be a very charming person and is helping you attentively, so that eliminates the other party.

Naturally, the other party will not be Zaidi if he takes advantage of you."

Nok was so shocked that he was speechless.

"Growth is not just a change in thinking, but also the daily accumulation of continuous learning. No one will become a superman just by changing his mind."

Director Thorin raised his head and looked at Nok's face.

At this moment, Nok completely changed his opinion of the usually easy-going and gentle director. He hesitated and said slowly,

"We went to the senator's house today..."

"I don't know where you went today," the director lowered his head again, "You don't have to tell me, and I don't want to know. I have handed over the case of 'Zadi' to others. You are currently under suspension. Anything.

You don’t have to report to me.”

Then he paused and then said, "Because you used the name of the FBI to go to the senator's house today, you will be punished. The specific content of the punishment will be notified by me."

Nok opened his mouth, then slowly closed it again, swallowing the words that came to his lips.

At this time, his bracelet vibrated, and he raised it and took a look.

It's a new email, from Pat.

The director was still working with his head down and didn't seem to notice his movements.

He thought for a moment and clicked on the email.

The content of the email was very simple. Pate hoped that he could get the relevant files on the assassination of Genos's father.

Seeing this, Nok was stunned.

This ‘senior’ seems to think too highly of himself?

All FBI file inquiries require authority, and he does not have the authority to access previous case files, especially those involving the assassination of a senator with a relatively high level of confidentiality.

The sound of typing on the keyboard reached his ears.

Nok hesitantly looked up at the director in front of him.

He didn't know if the director would support him, because the director had clearly shown his attitude that he didn't want to get involved in this matter.

Unlike him who is alone, the director has a family and children, and is the support of the entire family.

After a brief thought, he said, "Director, I want to see the assassination of a senator forty years ago..."

"Do you want to leave the major crimes department and go to the archives?"

The director looked up at him.

"ah?"

Nok was stunned.

"This is a suitable punishment." The director took his hands off the keyboard and leaned back on his chair, "But you are the first in the internship training. If you go to the archives, your future in this life will be over."

Then he didn't wait for Nok's reaction and continued, "Let's do this. I'll second you to the archives room and stay there for a while. I'll see how you behave in the future and then I'll see if I want to transfer you back."

"I······"

Nok was speechless for a moment.

"If you have no objection," the director opened a drawer next to him and took out a card with the FBI emblem from a stack of cards, "This is the key to the archives room."

He slapped the card on the table, "Remember, although this key card is valid for 24 hours, there is no one on duty in the archives room at night. It is best not to enter the archives alone without the supervision of colleagues to avoid

file leak,

"Also, I will open the file room permissions for your account later.

“Remember, never download some unknown software online, as this may cause your account to be stolen by hackers, and hackers can also obtain your identity verification code through Trojan horse programs, so that hackers can log in to your account.

Account, read online dossiers.

"And if your bracelet is implanted with a password and you forget to cover the camera when entering the archives, hackers can see the paper files stored in the archives through your bracelet's camera."

Nok stared at the key card and was stunned for a while.

"You must remember that if the archives leaks information due to mistakes, if it is! discovered! and it is determined that it was you who leaked it, then you will be suspended and accept

Punishment.

"But one advantage of the archives is that there is a duty room in the archives. If you encounter a problem, you can stay there temporarily. No one dares to come to the FBI to cause trouble yet."

After saying this, the director stretched himself and continued to work.

If discovered, they will be punished.

In other words, if it is not discovered...

Nok reached out and picked up the key card that was placed on the table. He looked at the director who was working hard, hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "Thank you, director."

This time the director did not respond. He seemed not to have heard Knock's words, but was still concentrating on his work.

Nok glanced at the director, bowed slightly to him, then turned and walked towards the door of the office.

As he walked to the door, the office door slowly opened automatically.

Just when Nok was about to step out of the room, he hesitated, turned around, and asked softly, "Director, why did you..."

Help me like this...

He didn't ask the last sentence, but he knew that the director would definitely understand what he meant.

The only thing that responded to him was the crackling sound of keyboards and the silent night outside the window.

The director didn't seem to hear him.

Nok paused, slowly turned around, and left the office.

When the office door closed again, the director slowly stood up from his chair and stretched.
To be continued...