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In the late night, the K-line chart of Binance flickered on the screen as Lin Xi rubbed her tired eyes. As the youngest quantitative trader in the 'Presidential Community', she had just captured a set of unusual fluctuations through an algorithm—account xBQt executed ten large trades within five minutes, the execution so precise it was almost eerie.
'Ke Lan, did you see that?' She pressed the headset, her voice trembling slightly. A low chuckle came from the earpiece, her forever-anonymous partner always spoke through a voice changer: 'Don't rush, little rose. The other party is laundering money, the path goes through three cold wallets, but there's a vulnerability in the firewall of the Presidential Community.'
Lin Xi's fingertips hovered over the keyboard. Three months ago, it was this hacker who called himself 'Ke Lan' who saved her from the brink of liquidation; since then, they had been wandering like ghosts in the dark web of cryptocurrency. He knew everything about her: she loved to apply matte lipstick during trading breaks, kept a tank of glowing deep-sea fish, and even the story of her father’s suicide due to a Ponzi scheme.
But tonight was different. When xBQt's IP suddenly pinpointed to the tallest glass building in the city, for the first time, Ke Lan's breathing paused. 'That's your coordinate.' Lin Xi stared at the red dot on the map, suddenly grabbing her coat and rushing into the elevator. The top floor office was empty, only the computer screen was lit up, displaying a line of text:
You found me, little rose.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, neon lights drowned Ke Lan's face. He held a crypto USB drive in his hand, with the tattoo of the founder of the Presidential Community peeking out from his sleeve. Lin Xi then remembered the man who jumped from the building three years ago, who had written in his last email:
Beware of roses, they bloom on the grave of code.
