We asked you to solve cases, and here you are sharing your criminal experiences?

The robber lay on the ground for less than two minutes before slowly waking up.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a circle of police officers surrounding him, with the dark muzzles of guns pointed directly at him.

The robber instantly broke down, struggling violently on the ground and screaming.

"You cheated!"

He howled until his voice was hoarse.

"No one can possibly see through this plan!"

Everyone looked at him like he was an idiot.

Zhao Ming walked up to him and slapped him on the back of the head: "Behave yourself! Caught red-handed and still trying to talk your way out of it?"

The robbers didn't behave; instead, they stuck their necks out and looked defiant.

"My master said this trick is called 'Deceiving the Heavens to Cross the Sea'!"

"It's a long-lost secret technique from the underworld!"

"Even the most advanced infrared and thermal imaging can't detect it!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, even displaying a hint of reckless pride.

"It took me five whole years to master this size and modification technique, and you guys found it for me in half an hour!"

Song Qianxia had already planned to sneak off to the cafeteria during the chaos.

Hearing this as I approached the gate, I couldn't help but stop in my tracks.

As a top figure in the underworld in her previous life, she couldn't stand such boastful talk.

It's like a kid playing in the mud running up to a physics professor at Tsinghua or Peking University and saying he's invented controlled nuclear fusion.

She instinctively turned her head away and pouted.

"Your master's skills aren't up to par, are they?"

Song Qianxia crossed her arms, her tone full of disdain and mockery.

"The load-bearing structure of that cart's compartment is completely unreasonable. Didn't you notice any unusual noise from the left bearing when you were tipping the cart?"

"This kind of junk has been around for a long time..."

He was only halfway through his sentence.

She suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

The noisy sounds that had filled the underground vault vanished instantly.

Everyone turned around at once, staring at her as if she were an alien.

Zhao Ming's mouth was open, and he forgot to pull his hand back.

Mr. Qian's glasses slipped down to the tip of his nose as he stared blankly at the intern.

Even the robber who was pinned to the ground stared wide-eyed, his face showing an expression of "Holy crap, I've met my ancestor!"

The most dangerous one is Gu Tingchen.

The man's gaze was fixed on her face.

Song Qianxia felt a chill run down her spine.

Ruined.

The working class's instinct to slack off was defeated by the hacker's professional habit.

He said it so smoothly that he almost revealed his secrets.

Her brain was working at a turbocharged speed.

We must smooth things over!

"I already...I already read about it in a book!"

Song Qianxia immediately stood up straight, pressed her hands tightly against the seams of her pants, and spoke rapidly.

"I'm very passionate about learning and enjoy investigating all sorts of strange and unsolved cases!"

The basement was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Gu Tingchen strode forward and walked step by step to her.

His height blocked part of the light source from above, casting a direct shadow.

"Oh?"

Gu Tingchen spoke, his tone flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"What book? Tell me about it."

Song Qianxia swallowed hard, her eyes darting around.

"It's...it's that book, 'Criminal Psychology and Crime Scene Spatial Analysis'!"

She came up with a fancy-sounding title on the spot.

"They explained it in great detail, even drawing breakdown diagrams of how to modify the stroller."

Gu Tingchen looked at her quietly.

Who is the author? Which publisher?

Song Qianxia's forehead began to sweat.

Why is this living Yama interrogating me like a criminal, digging into every detail?

"The author...the author is anonymous!"

"Yes, it was written by a master who didn't leave his name."

"I didn't pay attention to the publisher because it was a pirated book."

Song Qianxia's stories became increasingly absurd, to the point that even she herself couldn't bear to listen to them anymore.

"I bought them at a night market stall, three for ten dollars."

"The urban management officers were cracking down hard a few days ago, and the old man who was running the stall has already packed up and run away."

"So this book is now out of print, removed from shelves, and can't be found anywhere!"

She finished speaking in one breath and then quickly shut her mouth.

The more you say, the more mistakes you make; the less you say, the fewer mistakes you make.

Gu Tingchen remained silent.

He stared at Song Qianxia for a long time.

So long that Song Qianxia felt her calves starting to cramp, and she wanted nothing more than to run away.

Just when she thought the criminal investigation captain was about to lose his temper and handcuff her for interrogation...

Gu Tingchen suddenly smiled.

"A pirated book~"

"Song Qianxia, ​​you're lucky."

After saying this, he turned and walked towards the robber who was already terrified.

"Take him back and interrogate him overnight."

"Find out exactly where he learned this special skill."

Zhao Ming quickly responded and called to his brothers to take the robbers away.

Song Qianxia stood still and let out a long breath.

I guess I've passed this hurdle?

Although the process was a bit tortuous, at least they weren't exposed.

She glanced at the digital watch on her wrist.

1:30 PM.

Her face immediately fell.

It’s over.

Forget sweet and sour pork ribs, you probably won't even have white rice left in the cafeteria these days.

Song Qianxia dragged her heavy steps and followed the group out of the bank.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and the reporters were kept far away by police tape.

The bureau's bus was parked on the side of the road.

After getting on the bus, Song Qianxia immediately slumped into the last row of seats.

My stomach was growling loudly from hunger.

She closed her eyes, her mind filled with images of braised pork, sweet and sour fish, and fried chicken legs.

Although she was a wanted criminal in her previous life, she still lived a life of luxury.

On the Cyrillic black market, she could spend tens of thousands of dollars on a single meal.

Now look what's happened; they're almost risking their lives for a measly ten-odd yuan cafeteria meal.

"Is this what life within the system is like...?"

Song Qianxia muttered to herself, feeling that her journey to becoming a salted fisherman was long and arduous.

It was already 2 p.m. when I got back to the municipal bureau.

Everyone was busy handing over physical evidence and compiling reports.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Song Qianxia slipped away towards the cafeteria.

Just as she expected.

The cafeteria lady is wiping the table with a rag.

At the food serving window, only two shriveled, cold steamed buns and a nearly empty bowl of cabbage remained.

"Auntie, is there any food left?"

Song Qianxia leaned against the window, her voice trembling.

The woman didn't even look up.

"No, it's so late, why are you having lunch? Young lady, do you think this is your kitchen?"

Song Qianxia felt so wronged that she wanted to cry.

She took out her phone and checked her WeChat balance.

The original owner hadn't received his salary yet, and only a pitiful fifty yuan remained in his card.

Ordering takeout isn't even enough to cover the delivery fee.

With no other option, she could only spend two yuan to buy the two steamed buns, and then find a corner to sit down with the remaining cabbage in her bowl.

The steamed bun was cold and hard; one bite and crumbs would fall all over the table.

The cabbage soup was plain and watery, with not a drop of oil in it.

While eating her steamed bun, Song Qianxia cursed the robber's ancestors for eighteen generations in her mind.

If it weren't for that idiot insisting on showing off in the cart.

She's already enjoying sweet and sour pork ribs.

As we were eating, we heard footsteps approaching.

Lin Wan, carrying a Starbucks cup, swayed her hips as she walked into the cafeteria.

When she saw Song Qianxia sitting in the corner eating a steamed bun, she immediately revealed a mocking smile.

"Hey, our hero who solved the case is eating meager rations here?"

Lin Wan walked up to Song Qianxia and deliberately placed her coffee cup heavily on the table.

"What? Didn't your pirated book teach you how to cook a delicious meal?"

Song Qianxia rolled her eyes, too lazy to even reply.

She doesn't even have the energy to curse anymore.

"Don't think that just because you got lucky today, Captain Gu will think more highly of you."

Lin Wan leaned down and lowered her voice.

"I still have one month left in my internship."

"A good-for-nothing like you who knows nothing will be kicked out sooner or later."

Song Qianxia swallowed the last bite of the cold steamed bun with force.

She pulled out a tissue and wiped her mouth.

"Sister Lin is right, I am a good-for-nothing."

Song Qianxia flashed a bright yet infuriating smile.

"So, Sister Lin, you're such an elite, could you lend me fifty yuan?"

"I'm really not full, I want to go to the door and buy a jianbing guozi with two eggs."

Lin Wan was speechless for a long time after being choked by her shameless answer.

"Are you crazy?!"

She cursed, picked up her coffee, and stormed off.

Song Qianxia watched her retreating figure and shrugged indifferently.

Who cares?

The world is vast, but rice is the most important thing.

The important thing now is to stay up until the end of the workday!