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

On a summer night in Wuhan, the air was so hot and humid it felt like a giant steamer.

The rooftop of the charity foundation building.

Everywhere you look there are concrete pipes and huge central air conditioning exhaust units.

Song Qianxia squatted behind the largest unit, her legs long since numb and devoid of feeling.

He reached out and swatted a poisonous mosquito that was trying to feast on his arm.

He casually pulled a strawberry-flavored lollipop from his pocket.

I had just torn open the packaging and hadn't even had a chance to put it in my mouth yet.

A large, bony hand reached out from the side and confiscated the candy.

"Captain Gu, why are you stealing my rations?"

Song Qianxia lowered her voice and glared at Gu Tingchen, who was squatting next to her, with dissatisfaction.

Gu Tingchen was dressed in a black tactical uniform, almost blending into the darkness.

He turned his head to the side, his deep eyes showing no emotion.

"This is a covert mission. The candy wrappers are reflective, and the scent of strawberry flavoring will drift on the wind."

"Go feed the mosquitoes over there, don't expose yourself here."

Song Qianxia pouted, not daring to retort.

All I can do is curse this living devil in my heart.

He glanced down at the cheap luminous watch on his wrist.

The clock has struck 12:15 a.m.

A full fifteen minutes have passed since midnight, as mentioned in the announcement.

It was quiet all around, not even a ghost in sight.

The slightly irritable voice of Zhou Zheng, the SWAT team leader, came through the earphones.

"Captain Gu, there's no movement from the eighth-floor restroom. What's the situation on the rooftop?"

Gu Tingchen pressed the communicator: "Target has not yet appeared, continue to remain hidden."

Song Qianxia rubbed her sore calves and couldn't help but mutter a complaint under her breath.

"Captain Gu, this guy probably won't dare to come."

"Look at the wind direction. Tonight, it's a southeasterly wind blowing in Jiangcheng."

Song Qianxia pointed to the rotating fan blades on the exhaust fan unit.

"The building's drainage pipes and exterior access ramps are all located in the southeast direction."

"If I were that thief, I would never choose this moment to climb up the windward side."

Gu Tingchen looked at her and raised an eyebrow: "Why?"

"Climbing against the wind increases resistance and physical exertion by at least 30%."

Song Qianxia was earnestly using her past life's practical experience to teach Gu Tingchen a lesson.

"Moreover, although the sound of the wind can mask some of the footsteps, the windward side is not shielded."

"With just a sweep of a high-powered night vision device, the person hanging on the wall looks like the bullseye on a target."

As a result, he got more and more excited as he talked.

"He can't even pass the most basic crime scene profiling! This imposter deserves to fail at catching mice."

Gu Tingchen listened quietly.

This young girl's professional skills are truly astonishing.

Time passed by, second by second.

Zhou Zheng's special police teams were already practically cursing him out from squatting downstairs and on the eighth floor.

Just when everyone thought they had made a wasted trip tonight.

1:17 AM.

A faint sound came from the edge of the rooftop.

A "click" sound.

It sounded like some kind of metal fastener hitting a cement wall.

Gu Tingchen raised his hand and pressed the communicator.

"Attention all units, there's some activity."

Song Qianxia immediately dropped her nonchalant attitude.

Like a cat, it silently approaches the edge of the unit.

Peeking out halfway, I looked in the direction the sound came from, taking advantage of the darkness.

A dark figure was struggling to climb up the thick drainpipe on the outer wall.

The person's movements looked like they were struggling.

The way it uses its hands and feet is like that of a clumsy black bear.

Song Qianxia silently rolled her eyes in her mind.

Is this what you call the Extreme Speed ​​Posture?

Is this what it means to descend into the abyss of evil?

This is a disgrace to underground workers worldwide!

The dark figure finally climbed to the edge of the rooftop and grabbed the rusty iron railing with both hands.

Then, he did something that almost made Song Qianxia burst out laughing.

He straddled the railing with one leg, rubbing it for a full five seconds before finally pulling his whole body over.

He clearly lost his balance when he landed.

His heel slammed heavily onto the concrete floor of the rooftop.

In the stillness of the night, the sound was like the beating of a large drum.

"Landing without core recovery, without cushioning, landing heel first."

Song Qianxia whispered her opinion in Gu Tingchen's ear.

His tone was full of disdain.

"With this kind of noise, even if the gatekeeper downstairs is deaf, he could feel the ceiling shaking."

Gu Tingchen ignored her complaints and fixed his gaze on the dark figure.

The dark figure stood up and dusted himself off.

By the faint light of the streetlights in the distance, Song Qianxia spotted a fatal detail.

There was a faint reflection on the side of the tactical boots the man was wearing.

Those are the fluorescent reflective strips on the edge of the sole.

"Captain Gu, did you see that?"

Lin Wan exclaimed in surprise in the surveillance footage.

"Wearing shoes with reflective strips to work as a nighttime thief? Is his brain filled with bean curd?"

Gu Tingchen said coldly, "I saw it."

Song Qianxia shook her head inwardly.

The reflective strip is located in a concealed spot on the inside of the arch of the foot.

This is not a civilian model that you can easily buy on the market.

In the underground mercenary profession, this design is for nighttime squad stealth.

The teammates behind can use this faint light to see where the people in front are landing.

This is standard tactical equipment.

And they are all distributed uniformly!

Night Owl certainly didn't just find any random Tom, Dick, or Harry to take the blame.

They are manufacturing counterfeit goods in an organized manner!

But the dark figure in the distance had no idea that it was being watched by dozens of eyes.

He was carrying a bulging black backpack.

Crouching low, he groped along the edge of the rooftop like a thief.

They followed the trail until they reached the maintenance pipe opening that led to the eighth-floor restroom.

He took a bundle of rope out of his bag.

Start tying knots on the railing.

Song Qianxia's blood pressure rose just looking at it.

The man circled the railing twice and actually tied a knot that couldn't be tied!

Moreover, it's a loose, dead knot.

"That knot, even with a force exceeding 100 pounds, can slip off in three seconds."

Song Qianxia muttered through gritted teeth.

"When he slides down, I guarantee he'll fall headfirst into the toilet on the eighth floor."

Gu Tingchen had no intention of continuing to watch the acrobatic performance.

Just as the shadowy figure threw down the rope, preparing to step over the railing...

Gu Tingchen calmly pressed the send button on the communicator.

"Close the net!"