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

"You guys... came here because of that Jiangzhou streamer's live broadcast, right?"

In the snow and wind of minus twenty degrees Celsius, Zhou Haisheng's hoarse question made Han Lie, the criminal investigation captain of the Harbin Defense Bureau, tremble violently with a cigarette between his fingers.

Han Lie didn't answer, but just stared at the gaunt man: "Zhou Haisheng, now that the method of strangling with ice has been seen through, you should also admit to the deaths of the other four people."

In the interrogation room, Zhou Haisheng's confession sent chills down the spines of all the experienced veteran criminal police officers present.

"It's actually very simple. I just used the temperature and time difference." Zhou Haisheng, wearing handcuffs, spoke calmly, as if discussing a junior high school physics problem.

"I placed a large amount of dry ice in the ventilation vent of her room beforehand. When the heating system was turned on at night, the dry ice sublimated rapidly. The high concentration of carbon dioxide, being heavier than air, would accumulate from the bottom up in the enclosed room. She was sleeping on a low tatami mat and suffocated in her sleep. By the time the forensic doctor came to examine her in the morning and opened the door to ventilate, the carbon dioxide had long since dissipated."

"The bodyguard was a cautious man who only drank the mineral water he brought with him. But I froze the purified pufferfish toxin into an ice ball and stuck it in a crack in the ceiling directly above the heating pipe in his room. At three in the morning, when the room temperature reached its highest point, the ice ball melted, and the toxic liquid dripped right into his open thermos."

"As for that lawyer with congenital heart disease, I just stuck a piece of ice in the gears of the clock tower. When the ice melted, the gears meshed, and the midnight bells rang wildly. Combined with the paper dummy I had placed outside the window beforehand, it was enough to scare him to death."

"The last wealthy businessman's mistress... she tried to run away after the incident, but I simply poured a basin of water on the wooden stairs she had to take. In the sub-zero temperatures of minus thirty degrees Celsius, the water instantly froze into dark ice. She was wearing high heels, slipped, and broke her neck."

Five lives lost, five completely different methods used to create a locked room mystery.

There was no murder weapon, no contact, and the perpetrator even had a perfect alibi in the lobby on the first floor at the time of the crime!

All the killing intent is contained within the most basic physical state changes—melting, sublimation, gravity, and solidification.

After hearing this, Han Lie's back was already soaked with cold sweat.

If it weren't for that Jiangzhou anchor, who was 3,000 kilometers away, casually pointing out the core trick of "temperature and condition difference" in the live broadcast, the Harbin Defense Bureau would never have been able to find Zhou Haisheng even if they investigated for another ten years!

That morning, with red eyes, Han Lie typed out an eighty-page case closure report.

After submitting the case report, the notoriously hot-tempered and arrogant tough guy, the branch captain, stayed alone in his office.

He stubbed out his cigarette and, for the first time ever, used the Ice City Defense Bureau's top-secret internal line to send an encrypted email to the Jiangzhou Special Case Team:

[The case has been solved, and the murderer has confessed to the "temperature difference" trick. However, we request that your bureau pay attention to "Sir," who is capable of deducing a perfect crime from a distance of 3,000 kilometers using only fragmented clues. His intelligence and counter-investigation thinking are almost supernatural. We recommend that Jiangzhou authorities raise this person's danger assessment to SSS level. — Han Lie, Ice City,

……

Two hours later, at the Jiangzhou Defense Agency, Special Task Force Monitoring Center.

Su Qing stared at the Ice City case closure report coming from the encrypted intranet channel, her gaze fixed on the word "Sir," her feelings extremely complicated.

"Sir..." Su Qing murmured to herself, her fingertips turning slightly white.

This was originally a top-secret code name used internally by the Jiangzhou Special Case Team to refer to Shen Feng, but now it has appeared openly in an official classified document from another province!

What does this mean? It means that Shen Feng's deterrent power has completely broken through geographical limitations and is becoming a tacit "secret consensus" among the top leaders of the entire Kyushu defense system!

"Captain Su," the junior officer next to him swallowed hard, pointing to the data monitoring on the large screen, "you'd better take a look at this..."

On the screen are real-time trending topics lists from major social media platforms across the internet.

At 10:00 a.m., the Harbin Provincial Public Security Department held a brief press conference to announce the resolution of a five-year-old Class A cold case.

Although the official spokesperson used cautious language and made no mention of the live broadcast, referring to it as "receiving tips from enthusiastic members of the public" and "specially appointed technical consultants," the official spokesperson did not mention the live broadcast at all.

But this generation of netizens are surfing the internet with microscopes in hand!

In less than half an hour, countless content creators and tech influencers compared the time and location of the crime as reported by the Harbin authorities with the screen recording of Shen Feng's "Falling Snow Mountain Villa" livestream last night, frame by frame.

The conclusion is: the matching rate is as high as 99.9%!

[Holy crap! It's official! The founder wasn't telling a story last night, he was giving an online lesson to the Ice City Defense Bureau!]

[Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental! This is a coincidence? This is clearly the Grandmaster himself sitting in Jiangzhou, remotely sending a physical exorcism experience card to a serial killer three thousand kilometers away!]

[With 80 million followers across the internet, one person wrote a petition in blood, begging the patriarch to continue distributing cards tonight! Who will be the next to be saved?!]

Hidden Culture Media Studio, 68th Floor, Shanghai World Financial Center.

Shen Feng slumped in the Herman Miller ergonomic chair worth 100,000 yuan, looking at the account that had surpassed 80 million followers in the background, and the [Popularity Value +999] flooding the system panel like a waterfall, his heart was completely unmoved, and he even felt a little like cursing.

"What a disaster... I really just want to be a law-abiding cultural businessman in peace and quiet. Why does this damn system always give me these kinds of big tasks?" Shen Feng picked up his old-fashioned thermos cup and blew on the goji berries on it with a sigh.

"Knock knock".

There was a knock on the office door, and Xu Zhengyang, dressed in a sharp suit and standing ramrod straight, walked in.

"President Shen, I've compiled the information you requested." Xu Zhengyang's eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he had stayed up all night, but his spirits were in a state of extreme excitement.

He respectfully placed a tampered document bag on the large mahogany desk.

"These are all the case files of my apprentice Zhang Wei's drowning case four years ago. The official conclusion is that he accidentally fell into the water after drinking, but Zhang Wei was allergic to alcohol and never drank a drop!" Xu Zhengyang took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly as he suppressed his anger.

Shen Feng put down his thermos. With the support of his "aura of authority," every movement he made appeared calm and unhurried.

He opened the file folder and pulled out a few slightly blurry photos.

"Zhang Wei was just an auxiliary police officer back then, responsible for assisting the evidence section. The day before he disappeared, he participated in the inventory of a batch of seized evidence in a major smuggling case." Xu Zhengyang pointed to one of the photos, "This was secretly taken by Zhang Wei with his spare phone and sent to me. He said he found that two pages were missing from the ledger that had been put into storage."

Shen Feng narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the photo.

The photos were taken in a hurry, the lighting was dim, and the ground was covered with evidence boxes sealed by the Defense Agency.

However, in the corner of the photo, a black metal briefcase is partially visible. This briefcase has no identification number or label from the Ministry of National Defense attached to it!

"Xiaoyu," Shen Feng called out softly.

"Here comes the ancestor!" Xiao Yu zipped into the office on his balance bike, carrying a modified Alienware laptop in his hand.

"Scan this photo, and use your AI super-resolution technology to zoom in and sharpen the area of ​​the black box in the lower right corner." Shen Feng tapped the photo with his finger.

"Piece of cake! Watch my physics cheat code!"

Xiaoyu excitedly scanned the photo, his ten fingers flying across the keyboard like a blur. The progress bar on the screen rapidly increased, the blurry black suitcase was magnified, and the noise was peeled away layer by layer by the AI ​​algorithm.

Ten seconds later, a reflective metal nameplate on the handle of the box became clearly visible.

Xu Zhengyang leaned closer to take a look, his brow furrowing: "What is this symbol? It looks like a shield?"

Shen Feng's gaze fell on the logo, but his pupils contracted slightly in an instant.

It was a badge with a "Bauhinia sword and shield" subtly engraved with pure gold thread!

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Shen Feng didn't speak. He simply slowly opened the drawer beside him, took out a matte metallic card, and threw it on the table with a "thud".

Xu Zhengyang and Xiao Yu looked down at the same time, and then both gasped.

The bottom right corner of this card prominently displays the same "Bauhinia Sword and Shield" badge as the one on the black box in the photo!

"Grandmaster...Grandmaster..." Xiao Yu stammered, pointing at the card, "This...isn't this your black gold card that even the manager of Haiyue Pavilion would kneel down and offer a free meal?"

Shen Feng leaned back in his chair, his slender fingers gently stroking the rim of the thermos.

He finally understood why Su Qing had blurted out the secret of the "ghost ledger" last night at the French restaurant due to extreme panic.

UBS Centurion Anonymous Black Card.

This level of account requires a minimum investment of tens of millions of legally obtained US dollars from overseas, representing the world's top-tier offshore financial exemption rights.

And now, this symbol has appeared in the contraband evidence room of the Jiangzhou Defense Agency.

This isn't some low-level double-cross.

This is a vast and intricate network that extends directly to the top levels of Jiangzhou and utilizes official evidence channels for transnational money laundering!

"interesting……"

Shen Feng picked up the black gold card on the table and twirled it between his fingers.

"Xiaoyu, get ready to bypass the firewall and connect to an overseas encrypted line. I need to use my VIP privileges to check the ownership number of this box."