Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

The storage room was sweltering, and the noise from that old machine was comparable to that of a construction drill.

The progress bar on the screen is stuck at 87% and won't move.

Su Ming watched this scene and sighed. He took his hands off the hot keyboard and rubbed his temples.

"The graphics card is overheating, the computing power is insufficient, and it's stuck. How about we leave it like this for today? There's no rush anyway, let it run for now, I'll go back and study some vocabulary."

Li Changfeng, waving his red armband and sweating profusely, almost strained his back upon hearing this.

"No!" Li Changfeng jumped up and down in a panic, the red armband flashing in his hand. "What's the difference between this and forcibly stopping halfway through using the toilet? Su Ming, hang in there! As long as you don't give up, there's always a way!"

He turned his head to look at the motor in the corner that was spraying safflower oil on his wrist.

"Big Ma! Stop whining and come here!"

Mada looked completely bewildered: "What? My hand is ruined, I can't fan it."

"No hands, just your mouth!" Li Changfeng pointed to the heat vent on the side of the laptop. "You have a big lung capacity, so blow into it! Blow straight in! You have to keep the cool air circulating!"

Ma Da's eyes widened: "I'm the deputy captain of the criminal investigation team, and you want me to blow air into the computer? That doesn't make sense!"

"Science my ass! Su Ming is science now! Hurry up! This is an order!"

Seeing Li Changfeng's murderous gaze and then at Su Ming, who was calmly packing his schoolbag, Ma Da could only move over in frustration.

He took a deep breath, puffed out his cheeks like a pufferfish, and blew hard into the vent.

"call--"

Wow, the wind is pretty strong.

Su Ming looked at the screen and raised an eyebrow: "It's working a bit, the frequency reduction is gone. Officer Ma, maintain the frequency, one sip every three seconds, be careful not to spit your saliva in."

Mada's face turned a deep purplish-red, and he kept blowing while rolling his eyes. He, a dignified police combat champion, had been reduced to a human radiator.

Jiangnan Yan stood aside, watching this magical scene.

A student who asks for money at the drop of a hat, a senior colonel who works hard to fan the flames, and a deputy captain of the criminal investigation team who blows up balloons.

Is this her task force?

But the data stream on the screen did start scrolling again, and the previously blurry 3D model gradually became clearer. The "phantom" representing the murderer was being peeled away from countless rays of light.

This unorthodox method... actually worked!

Jiang Nanyan made a quick decision: "Student Su, if the case is solved, I'll personally give you an extra 20,000."

Su Ming's eyes, which had been half asleep, suddenly lit up.

His eyes looked like those of a hungry wolf eyeing meat.

"Officer Ma, increase the pressure! Don't stop! Hey you, Brother Li, open the window and let the cold air in!"

Su Ming's fingers returned to the keyboard, his typing speed instantly increasing as he muttered, "Twenty thousand yuan... no, for justice and peace, we have to settle this bastard's score today!"

The storage room instantly became bustling with activity.

Ten minutes later.

He pressed the Enter key with a "click," and the screen image froze completely.

It was a three-dimensional human body model made of white lines. It had no facial features, no clothing color, but the skeletal structure, muscle lines, and even the shift in the center of gravity when standing were all incredibly precise.

Su Ming pointed to the data flashing on the right side of the screen.

"Based on the sunset's incident angle of 23 degrees, the reflectivity of the ground tiles being 0.6, and corrections for shadow distortion caused by diffuse reflection from the walls..."

Su Ming turned his head and said firmly.

"The murderer is 178.6 centimeters tall, with an error margin of no more than one centimeter."

The storage room was so quiet that only the engine's wheezing could be heard, and he felt like he was about to suffocate.

"This...this is so precise?" Jiang Nanyan exclaimed in disbelief, "They even calculated the decimal point?"

Su Ming took a sip of the cooled tea: "Basic operation. He was also wearing a pair of sneakers with a sole of about 2.5 centimeters thick, and his right foot turned outward at about 15 degrees when he walked, which means he may have mild scoliosis or carry heavy loads on one shoulder for a long time."

He moved the mouse, and a screenshot was displayed in the center of the screen.

"Also, his shoulder width is 42 centimeters. This shoulder width ratio, combined with the range of his arm swing... he is very thin, and his weight cannot exceed 65 kilograms."

"178.6 cm tall, weighing less than 65 kg, with a right foot turned outward and scoliosis."

Su Ming closed the nearly broken laptop, signaling that he was done for the day.

"Entering this data into your Skynet system and finding people within this area will be much easier than finding a needle in a haystack, right?"

Jiang Nanyan looked at the data on the screen and took a deep breath. This wasn't just easy; it was like scanning the suspect onto a photocopier.

"When will the money arrive?" Su Ming asked.

"Once the case is solved, immediately! Right now!"

Su Ming nodded, picked up his backpack, and patted Ma Da on the shoulder as he passed by Ma Da, who was sitting on the ground, lacking oxygen.

"Thanks, you human-shaped blower. I'll definitely call you again for this kind of job next time."

Mada rolled his eyes, too exhausted to even curse.

Su Ming pushed open the door and left.

Watching his figure disappear into the night, Jiangnan Yan finally couldn't help but turn to look at Li Changfeng, who was wiping his sweat.

"Consultant Li, who exactly is this college student?"

Li Changfeng slowly put the red armband back on his arm, straightened his collar, and once again adopted that unfathomable demeanor.

"Our school's precious darling."

Li Changfeng picked up the half-peeled tea egg, stuffed it into his mouth, and mumbled:

"If you ask about his major... well, he majored in finance, minored in physics, and occasionally dabbled in charlatanry."

"As for the rest, that's a state secret, so don't ask about it. Just remember this one thing..."

Li Changfeng swallowed the egg and pointed to his head.

"As long as you pay enough, this kid's brain is more useful than a nuclear weapon."