A perfect crime? To me, it's full of flaws!

Qi Feng's heart clenched suddenly, and a bad premonition rushed to his head.

The changes happened extremely quickly.

Almost at the same second that the sirens blared, the woman, who was completely wrapped in a dark blue hoodie, suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Her previously stiff and deliberately straight steps changed instantly. The woman turned her head sharply, her gaze behind her black sunglasses fixed on the police car that rushed into the yard.

Without hesitation, without panic.

She pushed off sharply with her toes, and her shoulder slumped heavily to the right.

The security guard next to her, who was still calling out on his walkie-talkie, was knocked off balance and fell heavily to the ground. Using the recoil, the woman turned and ran back.

"Damn it!" Qi Feng cursed, kicking off the ground with both legs and shooting out like an arrow, squeezing through the gap between two parked cars.

The crowd of onlookers was startled by this sudden turn of events, and chaos instantly erupted.

Qi Feng's path was blocked by two panicked middle-aged women, forcing him to slow down.

Pushing through the crowd took time, and the suspect was less than ten meters away from returning to the pediatric emergency room.

"Get out of the way!"

A loud shout exploded from the side and behind, the sound deafening.

Zhao Gang made a move.

This police captain, in his forties, unleashed an incredibly terrifying power. He didn't choose to avoid the crowd.

He stepped directly onto the hood of a black car next to him, using the momentum to leap into the air, his massive body soaring over the outer edge of the crowd.

Land! Knee down! Push again.

Zhao Gang's leather shoes clattered heavily on the asphalt. He took two steps at a time, quickly closing the distance.

Five meters, three meters, one meter.

Zhao Gang leaped up suddenly. His arms stretched forward, all the muscles in his body tensed to the limit, and his huge body, with violent momentum, slammed hard into the woman's back.

"Bang!"

The two fell heavily onto the hard asphalt road.

Zhao Gang rolled over, pressing his right knee firmly against the woman's lower back, and his hands shot out with lightning speed, precisely grabbing her wrists and forcefully twisting them backward.

Click. The cold handcuffs locked. The entire movement was fluid and seamless, without any unnecessary pauses.

"Murder! People are being assaulted!" someone screamed from the crowd.

Several cell phones were raised, and the flashlights went off.

Qi Feng finally managed to squeeze through the crowd. He strode forward, pulled out his police ID, and held it high above his head.

"Police are investigating! Everyone back off! Keep your distance! Put down your phones!"

Qi Feng's voice was extremely loud and penetrating, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

The crowd that had been pushing and shoving fell silent instantly.

The onlookers instinctively stepped back in a circle, putting down their raised phones. The chaotic scene was forcibly suppressed.

Zhao Gang knelt on one knee, his chest heaving. He ripped off the woman's medical mask and black sunglasses.

The stark white light of the streetlamp illuminated the woman's face.

Pale, thin, with extremely ordinary features.

But what's most chilling is her gaze. Even when she's pinned to the ground, her eyes remain lifeless.

There was no fear, no panic, only extreme frustration at having my plans interrupted.

She even tried to twist her neck to avoid a puddle on the ground, even though her cheek was already scraped raw by the rough surface.

A typical case of pathological obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness.

"Speak! Where's the child!" Zhao Gang's voice was icy, laced with suppressed rage, as he tightened his grip on the suspect's wrist. A faint cracking sound came from the bones grinding together.

The woman kept her lips tightly pressed together. Her gaze was fixed on the crack in the ground. She remained silent.

"Tell me! Where did you put the child?!" Zhao Gang's anger surged. The force of his knee increased again.

The woman let out a very low groan, still clenching her teeth, her jawbone bulging out from the effort.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the direction of the hospital gate.

Panting heavily and covered in sweat, Da Liu squeezed into the crowd.

He glanced at the woman pinned to the ground, and the image of the three purplish-blue, mutilated, dead infants in the freezer of the abandoned building flashed through his mind.

A terrifying glint flashed in Da Liu's eyes. His fists clenched so tightly they cracked. He strode forward, raising his foot to kick the woman.

"Brother Liu!"

Qi Feng reacted quickly and grabbed Da Liu's arm.

Qi Feng used all his strength to hold back the old detective who was on the verge of going berserk.

"Ignore her! Get her to the hospital's pediatric ward right away! Find the emergency room doctor! Ask this woman if she brought a child in! Where is the child! Hurry up!" Qi Feng spoke extremely fast, his voice almost shouting.

Startled back to his senses by Qi Feng's shout, Da Liu glared at the woman on the ground, took two heavy breaths, and turned to run wildly into the pediatric building.

Zhao Gang glanced at Da Liu's back, stood up, grabbed the woman by the collar, and yanked her up from the ground.

"Let's go!" Zhao Gang pushed the woman toward the police car that Da Liu had driven. The suspect staggered but remained silent.

On the periphery of the crowd.

The white-haired old man who had just reprimanded Qi Feng was now staring wide-eyed at this scene.

He swallowed hard and muttered to himself, "So this young man is a policeman. That was a sting operation."

"Sir, that's not called entrapment, that's called cleverly capturing criminals." The taxi driver who had been "requisitioned" by Qi Feng came over and corrected him, "Don't talk nonsense, that's not a good term."

"Oh, I used the wrong word, I used the wrong word." The old man waved his hands repeatedly, looking embarrassed, explaining that he meant no harm.

Qi Feng heard the sound and turned around.

Shedding the coldness she displayed while on official business, she adopted her usual amiable demeanor, strode towards the driver, took the car keys from her pocket, and handed them over.

"Thank you so much, sir. It's all thanks to your cooperation tonight." Qi Feng's tone was sincere. "You damaged the car. After you get it repaired tomorrow, bring the receipts and come directly to the Municipal Criminal Investigation Division to find me. My name is Qi Feng. We'll reimburse you in full. Lost wages will be covered too."

The driver took the keys and waved his hand dismissively: "What's the big deal? The government doesn't need to spend any money. Let's just consider this doing a good deed like Lei Feng. How much does a headlight cost? Catching bad guys is the important thing."

Qi Feng wanted to say something more. Da Liu rushed out of the pediatric ward in a panic.

"Found it!"

Da Liu's rough voice echoed in the night wind. He strode over, his face full of ecstasy, and even his voice was trembling.

"The baby has been found! He's in an incubator at the hospital! The doctor said he was brought in promptly and his condition is stable now!"

"That's great." Qi Feng let out a long breath, his heart finally at ease.

Having won the gamble, this crazy woman, in pursuit of the perfect "trophy," would not allow her child to suffer even the slightest mishap.

At this moment, the piercing sound of police sirens grew louder as a large number of reinforcements finally arrived at the scene.

Three riot control vehicles marked with SWAT insignia and several city police cars roared into the hospital. Fully armed police officers quickly got out of the vehicles, took control of the scene, set up a cordon, and dispersed the remaining onlookers.

The forensic team, carrying their investigation kits, headed straight for the white sedan with reflective film on it and began collecting fingerprints and biological samples.

Two criminal police officers, carrying notebooks, went into the hospital to take statements from the doctors and nurses on duty.

Zhao Gang stood next to the police car and handed the suspect over to two policewomen for a preliminary body search before putting him in the back seat.

"Team Leader Zhao, the on-site handover is complete," Qi Feng reported as he walked over.

Zhao Gang nodded.

He opened the driver's side door. "Get in. Back to the station."

Qi Feng opened the passenger door and got in.

Liu slowly opened the back door and sat down next to the suspect, his eyes fixed on the serial killer to prevent her from making any unusual moves.

The police car started up, drove out of Zhenkang Xinhe Hospital, and headed towards the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

The air pressure inside the carriage was extremely low. A deathly silence reigned.

The suspect, with his hands cuffed behind his back, stared blankly at the streetlights flashing past the window.

Da Liu's breathing was heavy and suppressed.

Zhao Gang gripped the steering wheel with both hands. His gaze was fixed on the road ahead, his voice low and flat.

"Da Liu".

"Here." Da Liu straightened his back subconsciously.

"Go back and write a self-criticism," Zhao Gang said calmly.

Da Liu was stunned for a second.

He knew in his heart that he had disobeyed the order to conduct an on-site reconnaissance and had followed them by car without permission, which was a serious taboo in the disciplined forces.

According to regulations, this should have been a suspension for self-reflection, but Zhao Gang only made him write a self-criticism, which was to protect him.

"Ah... okay, I'll write it." Da Liu lowered his head, his voice hoarse.