At night.
The Internet Surveillance Bureau.
Zhang Ye's singing was ringing out from the livestream playing in the office. The staff of the Internet Surveillance Bureau who were working overtime and quite a few others were watching the livestream of Zhang Ye's "The Final Concert."
"This is awesome!"
"I like him so much!"
"Teacher Zhang has always been my idol."
"It's a pity that Fang Xiaoshui and the others can't watch this."
"Our comrades of the First Department are so unlucky."
"They still haven't found out who 2 is?"
"All 16 of them have been investigated, including Director Dong, but it doesn't seem to be any of them."
"Hai, I wonder how more many days we'll have to work overtime like this. It's a good thing we have Teacher Zhang's concert to watch tonight and kill our boredom."
Out of the blue, an alert sounded on the computer.
It was the sound of a new, incoming email.
"Eh, an email?"
