Jian Wei sat in his office, the soft hum of data streams and the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the keypad filling the room. His eyes flicked between lines of code and surveillance feeds, his mind juggling three operations at once. The floating screen beside him pulsed with a new notification. It was an incoming message from Jian Ci.
He tapped it without looking, expecting him to complaininh and whining about something trivial.
Instead, two scan files opened in sequence: one of a bite mark on skin, the other of a fruit with a matching indentation. A biometric overlay flickered across both, running preliminary comparisons.
Jian Wei's fingers didn't pause. "What's this for?" he asked, voice flat as he initiated a background script.
Jian Ci's voice came through, slightly breathless. "Analyze it, please. Just tell me if it's the same."
Jian Wei snorted. "Not accurate. A waste of my time."
"Come on, dage," Jian Ci wheedled. "I will make your favorite dish."
