You're just a locksmith! What are you doing catching swindlers at the start?

The number of viewers in the live stream—he glanced down at his phone screen.

The number in the upper right corner is jumping up.

Twenty-nine thousand, thirty thousand, thirty thousand five hundred, thirty thousand one hundred and two thousand.

With each jump in the numbers, the tiny reflection in his pupils would light up.

The viewers in the live chat started to notice.

"There are 30,000 people in the live stream."

"The 'Three-Second King' has surpassed 30,000 views today."

"He had 300 viewers on his first day of live streaming, 1,200 on the second day, 9,000 on the third day, and 30,000 today."

"The growth rate of the lock-picking king's live stream is even faster than the number of locks he can pick."

"There are also three Black foreign teachers."

"And there's a hidden door in the crescent moon shape."

"And there's also a tan crab-shaped lock."

"He's not livestreaming lock picking, he's livestreaming all the locked things in the world."

Just then, a sound rang in Lin Zhou's mind.

He paused for a moment, his shoulders tensing. His pupils contracted briefly, then returned to normal.

[Congratulations to the host]

[Achieved for the first time with 30,000 simultaneous viewers]

[Trigger hidden reward]

Lin Zhou stared at the line of text. The golden characters on the screen reflected in his pupils, like a key being inserted into a lock.

[Hidden rewards are being distributed...]

[Skill Pack - Lockpicking Specialization]

[Level: Advanced → Master]

[Description: Your lockpicking skill has reached the highest level in the world. There is no such thing as an "unopenable" lock in front of you. You hear the sound of a lock as if it were a person speaking.]

[Note: You're already the best locksmith in the world. The only thing that can limit you is whether you want to pick locks.]

[Claim or not?]

Two options appeared at the bottom of the screen.

Yes and no.

Lin Zhou stood by the flower bed.

He reached out and tapped "Yes".

The screen suddenly contracted.

Then it exploded into countless tiny golden specks of light.

The points of light floated in the air like fireflies for less than half a second, then flew toward him at the same time, entering his eyes, ears, and temples.

But Lin Zhou sensed something else.

Countless sounds flooded into his ears.

It's not a real physical sound, it's a memory.

Then it fell silent.

He looked down at his hands.

The fingers are still the same few fingers, and the palm lines are still the same palm lines.

But he knew he was different now.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what was different, but it was like a lock that had been switched; it still looked the same lock, but the feeling of putting the key in was different.

The viewers in the live stream had no idea what was happening.

They only saw Lin Zhou standing by the flower bed for a short while.

What happened to the "Three-Second King"?

"He stared blankly for about ten seconds."

What is he looking at?

"Locksmith King, are you alright?"

Lin Zhou stood by the flower bed and turned off the light screen.

The fingers are still the same few fingers, and the palm lines are still the same palm lines.

But he knew things were different now.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what was different, but it was like a lock that had been switched; it still looked the same lock, but the feeling of putting the key in was different.

Lin Zhou glanced down at his phone screen.

The comments were all asking him what happened, and a few started guessing that he might regret being assigned to the police force.

His lips twitched.

"A minor issue."

He held his phone up to his face, with the front-facing camera pointed directly at his face.

"I made so much money today, it's my treat. Let's have a nice meal."

The comments section instantly shifted.

"dinner?"

"The Three-Second King said he'd treat us."

"Locksmith King, do you know how many people are in your livestream right now? Thirty-two thousand, can you afford to hire them?"

He knew we couldn't go, so he deliberately said he'd treat us.

"Why are you treating others when you're eating alone? That's called eating alone."

"The King of Three Seconds' Treat: I'll order two dishes myself, you guys decide."

Lin Zhou did not reply.

He put his phone in his pocket and walked along the sidewalk.

After walking for about ten minutes, I turned into an alley.

At the end of the alley was a barbecue restaurant. The four characters "Lao Ma Barbecue" on the sign were yellowed by the smoke, and half of the light box was not lit, with only the two characters "Lao Ma" remaining lit.

A few plastic chairs and folding tables were placed at the entrance, and a grill was set up at the door, with the red glow of charcoal fire leaking out from the gaps in the grill.

There weren't many people in the shop.

Lin Zhou pulled out a plastic chair and sat down.

The chair legs were uneven, and it wobbled.

He placed his toolbox on the chair next to him and called out into the store.

"Boss, thirty skewers, one grilled eggplant, and two bottles of beer."

The boss is a man in his fifties.

His apron was covered in grease, and he peeked out from behind the oven.

"Okay."

The comments section started to fill in.

"Thirty skewers, two bottles of beer, enough for one person."

"The lock-picking king really doesn't treat us like outsiders."

"He wasn't even looking at the camera when he ordered; he was genuinely treating himself."

"Three-Second King: I'll treat you, I'll eat, you guys watch."

"No problem"

Lin Zhou leaned back in the plastic chair.

Sunlight slanted in from the wall across the alley and fell on the corner of the table.

He pulled the disposable chopsticks out of their paper sleeves, tapped them on the table to align them.

The beer arrived first. The owner placed two bottles on the table, water droplets condensing on the bottles and dripping down the labels.

Lin Zhou picked it up and twisted the bottle cap, which bounced twice on the ground.

He poured himself a glass, and foam rose up, overflowing the rim. He then took the first sip.

The cool bubbles burst on the tip of my tongue and slid down my throat.

He put down his cup and let out a long sigh.

The cool bubbles burst on the tip of my tongue and slid down my throat.

He put down his cup and let out a long sigh.

"The happiness of middle-aged men."

He said.

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"How about a string of springs?"

"Twenty-three years old, a middle-aged man"

"The Locksmith King is 23 years old, but has the mentality of a 42-year-old."

"A bottle of beer and thirty skewers—that's the happiness of a middle-aged man. Indeed."

"That sigh he gave was just like my dad's when he got home from get off work."

It's up there.

The iron plate was still sizzling when it was served, with the aroma of chili powder and cumin mixed together.

Lin Zhou picked up a skewer, blew on it, and took a bite.

The mutton fat melted in his mouth. He then took another sip of beer.

Then his gaze shifted to the side.

A woman was sitting two tables away.

She had her back to him.

Short hair, the ends of which just reach the collar.

He was wearing a dark gray hoodie with the hood down, revealing a section of white T-shirt trim at the neckline.

jeans.

It wasn't the tight-fitting kind; it was straight-legged, but it accentuated her waistline and leg lines very well.

She turned to the side to pick up a tissue from the table, and Lin Zhou saw her profile—her jawline was a clean arc from her ear to her chin.

very familiar.

The viewers in the live chat recognized him before he did.

There's a beautiful woman over there.

"What is the Three-Second King looking at?"

"He stopped biting into the skewer."

"The lock-picking king is stunned."

"Absolutely stunning figure, and those jeans are amazing!"

"Three-Second King, do you dare to ask for his WeChat?"

Do you bet he'll go?

"No. The lock-picking king can't do anything except pick locks."

"He's good at repairing locks, but not at flirting."

"Last time he was at Crescent Moon Plaza, the proprietress asked him if his legs looked good, and he said they were alright."

"When it comes to women, the Three-Second King's words are harder than a C-grade lock cylinder."

Lin Zhou put down his beer glass.

He stared at the comments on his phone screen. "Looking down on me?"

He pushed his chair back and stood up.