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

In the monitoring room, everyone's eyes were focused on the screen that Su Ming lightly tapped with his finger.

The camera focuses on a corner of Zone B, where a thin boy in a gray hoodie is eating with his head down.

"Enlarge," Su Ming commanded.

The camera zooms in.

On the plate in front of the boy, celery and slices of meat were neatly arranged on either side. The most outrageous thing was the bowl of rice.

The rice grains were pressed down with a spoon, shaping them into a perfect pyramid. Each side was smooth and flat, with a sharp top, like a miniature pyramid.

Mada swallowed hard. "Is this guy an architecture student? He's even doing his graduation project in the cafeteria?"

Su Ming said, "He enjoys this sense of order. Look at his hands."

The boy picked up his chopsticks, tapped them lightly on the table three times to make sure the ends of the two chopsticks were completely level, then picked up a piece of meat, put it vertically into his mouth, and chewed it a full twenty times.

Jiang Nanyan's expression tightened, and she pressed her earpiece: "Suspect locked, southeast corner of Block B, gray hoodie, three teams, slowly approach, be careful to stay hidden, don't alert the surrounding students."

"receive."

A low, guttural response came through the earpiece from an undercover detective.

Su Ming shook his head: "It's too late."

He pointed to the screen: "The fact that someone like him dares to eat in the cafeteria means he has a trump card up his sleeve. His left hand, which is always in his hoodie pocket, is the fuse."

Jiang Nanyan's face darkened: "What should we do then? This place is full of students. What if they take hostages..."

"This requires an unexpected variable to disrupt his order." Su Ming turned his head and looked at Li Changfeng, who was adjusting his red armband in front of the mirror.

Li Changfeng was practicing his dignified gaze in front of his reflection when he turned around and found that everyone in the room was looking at him.

Li Changfeng perked up, tugged at his armband, and asked, "My turn? How about it? Is my 'keep away or be shot' aura enough to make him wet his pants on the spot?"

Su Ming pointed to his stomach expressionlessly: "First, hold down those buttons that are about to run away from home, then go check his plate."

Li Changfeng's initial momentum vanished instantly. He glanced down at his stomach, his expression turning somewhat timid: "Checking the plates? What kind of tactic is that? What if he hits me? I'm so frail..."

Su Ming pointed at the screen and said, "Don't ask, just say that saving food is an honor. Remember, you should act as... a troublemaker as possible."

Li Changfeng tucked his baton into his waistband, head held high, and said, "I'm good at this."

The cafeteria remained noisy.

The suspect remained focused on his plate; he had already eaten a corner of the rice pyramid, and he used a spoon to smooth out the cut surface.

Just then, a figure wearing a red armband blocked the light.

Li Changfeng stood by the table with his hands behind his back, brows furrowed, exuding an air of official authority. His loud voice instantly drowned out the surrounding noise: "Hey student! Which department are you from?"

The suspect paused, chopsticks in his hand, without looking up or saying a word.

Li Changfeng banged on the table: "I'm talking to you! New cafeteria rules: you have to finish your food! You've piled up this rice like a mound, who are you offering it to? This is a desecration of food!"

The surrounding students turned their heads to look, and some began to snicker.

The suspect finally looked up. It was a pale, ordinary face, with a cold gaze behind his glasses.

"Get away." The suspect's voice was hoarse.

"Hey! Kid, you've got quite a temper?" Li Changfeng not only didn't leave, but instead stretched out his rough finger and poked directly at the perfect rice pyramid.

A quick "poke".

The pyramids collapsed.

The suspect's expression suddenly changed.

The calmness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a frenzied rage.

"It's crooked...it's collapsed...it's not perfect anymore!!!"

The suspect let out a piercing scream and yanked his left hand out of his pocket. It was a modified utility knife, the blade aimed straight for Li Changfeng's throat!

"Do it!" Jiangnan Yan roared into her earpiece.

Li Changfeng appeared clumsy, but he was actually prepared. The moment the blade flashed, he swiftly drew his baton from his waist, executing a perfectly executed parry.

when!

A few sparks flew out.

"You son of a bitch! You dare to assault a police officer..." Li Changfeng shouted halfway, then suddenly remembered that he was wearing a security guard uniform, but he couldn't lose his momentum, so he changed his words abruptly, "...hitting a security guard is also illegal!" He took the opportunity to kick the suspect in the back of the knee.

The suspect lost his balance, but he kept staring at the plate of collapsed rice, treating it as if it were his lifeline.

The next second, four "students" who seemed to be playing on their phones and chatting suddenly pounced on them.

Grab, control the neck, remove the knife, press down.

The entire set of movements was performed in one smooth and clean motion.

"Ah!!! My rice! Stack it up! Stack it up!! I'll give you money, help me stack it up!" The suspect's face was pressed against the stainless steel tabletop, and he was still frantically twisting his neck to look at the plate, screaming pitifully.

The students in the cafeteria then realized what was happening, and screams erupted.

"Police investigation! Everyone sit down! Don't run around!" Jiang Nanyan rushed down from the second floor, holding up her identification and shouting.

The chaos lasted less than ten seconds before it was brought under control.

Su Ming slowly walked down the stairs, holding a bottle of iced tea he had taken from the monitoring room.

He walked up to the suspect who was being held down and squatted down.

The suspect was still convulsing, muttering, "Asymmetrical...it's all asymmetrical..."

Su Ming reached out and straightened his disheveled collar, then adjusted his askew glasses.

The suspect immediately fell silent, staring intently at Su Ming.

"In the late stages of obsessive-compulsive disorder, you might spend half an hour wiping bloodstains off the floor in pursuit of geometric aesthetics at a crime scene," Su Ming said, taking a sip of his drink. "But you're not 'Shadow.'"

Jiangnan Yan was taken aback: "What?"

Su Ming pointed to the suspect's fingers: "He has calluses on the base of his thumb, from long-term use of scalpels or carving knives. And according to my analysis of the surveillance footage, 'Shadow' is left-handed, and in the initial live stream video, he wore tactical gloves that left no trace throughout."

"Is he a copycat?" Mada asked.

The suspect suddenly grinned, revealing a set of perfectly aligned teeth, indicating he had undergone orthodontic treatment.

He said in a hoarse, fervent voice, "I am not an imitator... We are all shadows, omnipresent."

Drop drop drop.

The suspect's cell phone, which was seized from the table, suddenly lit up.

The screen unlocked automatically, and a red countdown screen popped up.

【00:00:00】

"Ding!"

An automatically sent video pop-up window displayed a screen that filled the screens of several large televisions on the cafeteria wall.

The scene is a dimly lit, enclosed room. The camera shakes and finally freezes on a photograph.

That was a photo taken secretly.

The girl in the photo is none other than Lin Xiaoyue, the undisputed school beauty! She has her hair in a ponytail, is carrying books, and is walking along a sun-drenched tree-lined path, smiling brightly.