I was just telling a story, why is the whole internet urging me to turn myself in?

"Unless, high-ranking officials within the National Defense Agency tipped them off, or even participated in the double-crossing and profit-sharing!"

When Shen Feng casually uttered those words, Xu Zhengyang was shocked, and his eyes instantly became bloodshot.

This was the terrifying conjecture he had been investigating for four years, yet dared not even delve into.

"President Shen..." Xu Zhengyang's voice trembled violently. He gripped his knees tightly with both hands. "I know you have extraordinary abilities, even able to solve top-secret cases in Harbin remotely. As long as you can help me find out the cause of Zhang Wei's death and find the mole, my life, Xu Zhengyang's life, will be yours from now on!"

"Stop."

Shen Feng frowned, leaned back with displeasure, picked up the thermos cup on the table, and took a sip: "What's with all this talk about life and death? Mr. Xu, I think you've been hanging around in society for too long, watching too many gangster movies, haven't you? We're a legally registered and tax-paying cultural media company, we don't do that blood oath thing."

Xu Zhengyang was stunned, his passion instantly caught in his throat.

Shen Feng put down his thermos, looked calmly at Xu Zhengyang, and extended his right hand: "Did you bring any money? Give me a one-yuan coin."

"Huh?" Xu Zhengyang was a little surprised, but he still instinctively reached into his pocket, rummaged around for a bit, and took out a one-yuan coin that was still warm from his body. He carefully placed it on the large mahogany desk.

Shen Feng stretched out his slender fingers, pressed down on the coin, and slowly slid it towards him. Then, with a "ding," he casually tossed the coin into the drawer.

"One yuan." Shen Feng pointed to the drawer. "This is the consulting fee for hiring our company to conduct an 'enterprise-level security and compliance investigation.' If I accept it, a legally protected business agency relationship will be established between us. I'm a person who values ​​legality and compliance in my work."

Xu Zhengyang stared blankly at Shen Feng's withdrawn hand, his eyes suddenly reddening.

He understood! He completely understood!

This unfathomable "gentleman" not only took on this extremely dangerous case, but also used this almost symbolic fee method to shield all legal risks from the outside with a "commercial contract" as a shield!

A consultation fee of one yuan? This is not a business commission; it is clearly the pity and protection of the powerful for the lowly, and a silent declaration of war against the criminal gangs in Jiangzhou!

"I understand..." Xu Zhengyang's hands trembled as he abruptly stood up straight and bowed deeply. "Thank you, sir!"

"Don't thank me yet. I took this job simply because I was short of material for my novel, and also because I don't like some people." Shen Feng waved his hand, resuming his businesslike tone. "Starting tomorrow, you'll be employed as a contracted security supervisor, with a monthly salary of 30,000 yuan, and the highest level of social insurance and housing fund contributions. You have two tasks: First, compile all the clues, relationships, and suspicious points in the Zhang Wei case from back then into an electronic file and submit it to me; second, during the investigation, without my orders, even if you see the enemy who killed your apprentice standing in front of you, you are not allowed to lay a finger on him. Can you do that?"

"Yes!" Xu Zhengyang stood at attention and instinctively gave a perfectly standard salute.

……

At 8 p.m. that evening, on the 28th floor of Genting One.

Shen Feng had just finished showering and was sprawled on the sofa scrolling through short videos when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Looking through the peephole, Shen Feng immediately rolled his eyes.

Standing outside the door was Su Qing, the "beautiful neighbor" from apartment 2802 next door.

Tonight, she changed out of her smart uniform and into a slightly languid beige knitted sweater. Her hair was casually pulled back, and she was carrying a beautifully packaged box of imported cherries. She looked like a naive and sophisticated urban woman.

"This woman is entrapping me again," Shen Feng thought to himself, but he still put on a gentle smile and opened the door.

"Good evening, Mr. Shen." Su Qing waved the cherries in her hand, her smile sweet. "A friend just gave me some Chilean cherries. I couldn't finish them all by myself, so I brought them to share with you. By the way... I want to give you a thumbs up for your brilliant reasoning in the Harbin case yesterday."

[Ding! Micro-expression analysis has been triggered!]

In Shen Feng's view, Su Qing's seemingly sweet smile was instantly dissected into countless data points: the orbicularis oculi muscle was not fully contracted (fake smile); her breathing rate was 0.5 seconds faster than normal (slight adrenaline spike); her right hand was carrying a fruit basket, but her left hand was unconsciously close to the edge of her cardigan pocket (defensive posture, there might be a recording pen or miniature law enforcement recorder in the pocket).

"Miss Su, you're too kind. I just stumbled upon this by sheer luck; it's all fiction."

Shen Feng calmly accepted the cherries and went along with it, saying, "Since Miss Su is so kind, it would be impolite not to reciprocate. It just so happens that tomorrow is the weekend, so how about I treat Miss Su to dinner? There's a new Michelin three-star French restaurant that just opened downstairs, and the ambiance is quite nice."

A barely perceptible glint of triumph flashed in Su Qing's eyes, and she immediately nodded: "Alright, then Mr. Shen will have to go to the trouble of paying."

Saturday evening at 7 pm, L'Atelier French restaurant on the ground floor of Genting One.

Elegant classical music flowed through the air, and the dim candlelight perfectly set the mood at the dining table.

Shen Feng, dressed in a well-tailored casual suit, elegantly cut the Wellington steak on his plate.

Across from him, Su Qing appeared to be tasting red wine, but her mind was actually racing.

"Mr. Shen's reasoning is so meticulous, did you have a science background in college?" Su Qing casually started the conversation.

"Just a third-rate university's Chinese Language and Literature department." Shen Feng said without looking up.

"Really? That's truly a gift." Su Qing put down her wine glass and leaned forward slightly. "Actually, I've always been curious. Someone like Mr. Shen, who can analyze the psychology of villains so thoroughly, must have been an extremely sensitive and even somewhat lonely child, right? After all, many masters of criminal psychology have untold childhood traumas."

This is a typical FBI profiling attempt, using empathy to elicit the target's family background flaws, thereby establishing a profile of the underlying logic of antisocial personality disorder.

Shen Feng paused slightly as he cut the steak.

"Captain Su." Shen Feng suddenly looked up, no longer even calling her "Miss Su" as he had been pretending to be.

Su Qing's heart skipped a beat.

"When you asked this question, your left shoulder was 1.5 centimeters higher than your right shoulder, and your masseter muscle felt slightly tight."

Shen Feng put down his knife and fork, picked up a napkin, and elegantly wiped his mouth. "This means you are currently in a state of extreme tension during 'mission execution'."

"You are trying to reshape my image using psychological profiling. You presuppose that I had an unhappy childhood, a withdrawn personality, and even antisocial tendencies."

Su Qing's pupils suddenly contracted, and the fingers holding the wine glass instantly turned white.

"Unfortunately, I'm sorry to disappoint you." Shen Feng smiled slightly, his superior aura exuding an overwhelming presence. "I have both parents, a harmonious family, and the most distressing thing about my childhood was having my mother take away my New Year's money. But you..."

"Your gaze has unconsciously drifted toward the security gate at the restaurant entrance three times in the past ten minutes; when you just mentioned the word 'trauma,' your pupils constricted slightly for 0.1 seconds, indicating a significant excitation of your sympathetic nervous system."

"You have a morbid vigilance toward your surroundings, and you have an excessive empathy for your victims that far exceeds professional norms."

"You're not profiling me, you're projecting yourself. Captain Su, you suffer from severe PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder)."

"Let me guess, is it a case where your mistake led to the death of an informant or colleague? And... that case remains unsolved to this day, even leaving your Defense Agency helpless, right?"

"Bang!"

Su Qing slammed the wine glass in her hand onto the table, splashing red wine onto the pristine white tablecloth.

Her mind went blank, and her breathing became extremely rapid.

Her pride in criminal psychology was like kindergarten-level child's play in front of this man!

He not only saw through all her tests, but even revealed the deepest, most festering scars in her heart through just a few micro-expressions!

"You...you're talking nonsense!" Su Qing bit her lip tightly, the intense stress causing her to lose her usual composure. She blurted out, "That wasn't my mistake at all! The 'ghost ledger's' financial chains were too clean! If it weren't for..."