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

An emergency interrogation was conducted overnight.

The interrogation room of Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau was brightly lit and glaringly white.

The imposter sat in the interrogation chair. His face was bruised and swollen, and his wrists were wrapped in thick bandages.

That was caused by Song Qianxia's wrist lock technique on the rooftop, which twisted his shoulder so badly that it was dislocated.

Gu Tingchen sat at the interrogation table, reviewing the background investigation report he had just compiled. Old Zheng sat beside him, taking notes.

Separated by a huge one-way glass partition, Song Qianxia and Lin Wan stood in the observation room, watching the situation inside.

"Name, occupation, and explain why you're impersonating Thousand Faces," Gu Tingchen said coldly, getting straight to the point.

The imposter has completely behaved himself now. He's lost all the arrogance he displayed on the rooftop.

"I...don't have a name right now." He swallowed, his voice weak.

"People in the underworld used to call me Ah Qiang. But now, they call me Number 199."

Upon hearing this code name, Gu Tingchen paused for a moment, his hand holding the pen still.

"Number 199?" Gu Tingchen looked up, his gaze sharp. "Who gave you that number? Which organization do you belong to?"

Ah Qiang shook his head. "I don't belong to any organization. I just do freelance work."

He confessed honestly.

"Last month, I was short of money. I saw a part-time job ad online and downloaded an encrypted app from overseas."

"There were a lot of bounty missions listed there. I took this one to infiltrate the Foundation."

Ah Qiang looked at Gu Tingchen, appearing very aggrieved.

"The reward was 400,000. All they asked me to do was burn account books under the guise of 'Thousand Faces.' I thought it was an easy way to make money, so I accepted."

Gu Tingchen astutely grasped the key point.

"Who is the person you are contacting? What do they look like? How did you transfer the money?"

"I don't know," Ah-Qiang shook his head repeatedly. "I really don't know."

"The other party only contacted me through the voice function in the app. And they used a voice changer, so they sounded like a robot."

"I don't even know what he looks like or whether he's a man or a woman. The deposit was transferred to my cryptocurrency account through an underground money exchange."

Old Zheng listened from the side, frowning deeply. This kind of one-way communication, no-face-to-face employment method is the most common tactic used by transnational criminal groups.

Gu Tingchen closed the report in front of him.

"Since you don't even know who the other party is, how do you know Thousand Faces' modus operandi?"

Gu Tingchen stared into his eyes. "Who taught you the format of the advance notice and the infiltration route?"

Ah Qiang raised his head, and there was a strange sense of pride in his tone.

"I've taken classes!"

"What class?" Gu Tingchen asked.

Ah Qiang puffed out his chest. "There's a hidden virtual training camp in that app. Only those who have accepted high-level missions can enter."

"There are dedicated tutors there to teach us."

"Our advisor sent us materials that provided a detailed analysis of Qianmian's modus operandi, how to write warning letters, and how to plan an escape route."

"And those psychological tactics were all taught by my mentor."

Ah Qiang got more and more excited as he spoke. "My mentor said that 'Thousand Faces' is the most perfect textbook for the underworld. As long as you do what they teach, the police will never see through your disguise!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Tingchen's face darkened completely.

He drew a heavy circle on his notebook: this was not a simple case of hiring someone to commit arson.

Behind this lies a complete criminal training system.

At this moment.

Inside the observation room behind the one-way glass.

Song Qianxia stared at A-Qiang in the interrogation room, her hands unconsciously gripping the edge of the glass.

Lin Wan noticed that something was wrong with her.

"Song Qianxia, ​​did you catch a cold from the cold wind on the rooftop?"

Song Qianxia bit her lip and shook her head.

But my fingers were trembling uncontrollably.

Memories of my past life flooded back like a tide.

When I was in Cyrillic.

In order to investigate a transnational child trafficking network, she once infiltrated an abandoned underground base alone.

It was a place that resembled a school.

Inside the classroom, the blackboard was covered with various crime cases.

Every action of Qianmian, every trace she left behind, even her habit of deliberately avoiding ordinary people, was taken as a behavioral profile and written on a blackboard for analysis.

Not only is Night Owl selling intelligence, he's also running a crime academy!

Night Owl dismantled all her bottom line and principles and stuffed them into the minds of these desperate criminals.

Let them wear a thousand masks and do all sorts of despicable things.

"brute!"

Song Qianxia cursed inwardly, her back teeth grinding together.

In the interrogation room, Gu Tingchen stood up.

"Extract the installation package of that app and send it to the cybersecurity department for cracking immediately."

Gu Tingchen told Lao Zheng, "But that's difficult. These overseas dark web apps will immediately initiate a self-destruct program as soon as the suspect is arrested."

"Also, inform everyone that tonight's interrogation content is classified as top secret by the Municipal Public Security Bureau."

"The scheme Night Owl set up in Jiangcheng is bigger than we imagined."

Gu Tingchen walked out of the interrogation room and immediately saw Song Qianxia standing behind the glass.

The girl's face was pale, and her eyes held a kind of anger and fear that he couldn't fathom.

Gu Tingchen walked to her side.

"Did you hear that?" he asked.

Song Qianxia snapped out of her daze and forced a carefree smile.

"I heard that. These people are really something, they've even started online education."

"Captain Gu, don't you think they should pay me some royalties as a professional hater?"

Gu Tingchen ignored her banter.

Looking at Song Qianxia's hands, which were still trembling slightly.

"Go back to sleep. Don't come to the station to clock in tomorrow morning."

Gu Tingchen left those words behind, turned around, and strode towards the Cyber ​​Security Department.

As Song Qianxia watched his retreating figure, the smile on her face gradually faded.

He turned around and walked straight toward the Criminal Technology Division.

She wanted to see just how many fox tails that so-called "task package" had left behind as a puppet!