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The dark iron gate of the labyrinth in the night was within reach.

Song Qianxia crushed the empty milk tea cup and threw it into the trash can.

I was prepared to play dead as soon as I entered and resolutely not reveal any of my skills.

Gu Tingchen walked in front, raised his right hand, and suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He paused, took out his phone, and glanced at the caller ID.

It's Lao Zheng.

"Hey, Captain Gu! Don't go in! Get back to the station immediately! Something terrible has happened!"

Old Zheng's loud voice was so clear that even Song Qianxia, ​​who was standing half a meter away, could hear it clearly.

Gu Tingchen's eyes darkened.

"Explain clearly, what happened?"

"At an abandoned quarry in the southern suburbs, a male corpse was found in a stinking ditch half an hour ago when sanitation workers were dumping garbage."

Old Zheng was panting heavily, clearly having just run all the way back to his office.

"The deceased had no identification documents on him. However, during the initial body search at the scene, the forensic doctor found a work badge in a hidden compartment in his inner pocket."

Old Zheng paused for a moment, then lowered his voice.

"His name tag reads: Dark Night Maze Immersive Reasoning Experience Hall, Indoor Operations Specialist, Wang Lei."

Song Qianxia was taken aback.

Meng Xiaoqing sent the Xinghai Foundation's account books to the Dark Night Maze.

Just as they were preparing to go in and investigate, an employee of the Dark Night Maze died in a stinking ditch in the southern suburbs.

"Take the body directly back to the forensic center and notify Director Qin to bring the technical staff to stand by. I'll bring them back immediately."

Gu Tingchen hung up the phone and turned to look at the three people behind him.

"Operation canceled."

Zhou Zheng had just finished stretching his wrists and was ready to go in and get to work when he heard this and immediately panicked.

"Since I'm already here, my muscles are all warmed up!"

Gu Tingchen strode towards the parking lot.

"One of the operators of the Dark Labyrinth is dead; his body was just found in the southern suburbs. Going in now would be tantamount to telling them we've got our eyes on this place."

Zhou Zheng had no choice but to shut up and obediently go to the driver's seat to start the car.

Song Qianxia sat in the back row, her expression shifting between light and dark.

The owl cleaned up the mess too quickly.

This operator named Wang Lei is most likely the one who signed for Meng Xiaoqing's package.

Once you get the goods, you're no longer useful.

This is the Night Owl's consistent style: kill the goose that lays the golden eggs, leaving no survivors.

Half an hour later, at the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau Forensic Center.

The exhaust fans in the dissection room were whirring loudly.

Chung Chin-nian, dressed in full protective gear, stood in front of the stainless steel table, holding a scalpel.

A bloated male corpse lay on the platform, emitting a foul, muddy stench.

Gu Tingchen and Song Qianxia stood outside the glass window.

"The time of death was more than 24 hours ago."

Zhong Qinian's voice came through the loudspeaker.

"There were no obvious fatal external injuries, but there was a large amount of mud and sand in the mouth and nasal cavity. The preliminary judgment is mechanical asphyxiation, that is, he was held down in the mud and water and drowned."

Song Qianxia pouted.

This method is very crude; it's not something a purser at the archives, who's all about ritual, would do.

This means that it was Night Owl's own people who took down this operation.

"Any clues about him?" Gu Tingchen pressed the call button.

Zhong Qinian put down the scalpel and picked up the ultraviolet lamp next to him.

"The interesting thing is here."

He raised the ultraviolet light and shone it on the inside of the deceased's left wrist.

On the originally pale skin, a fluorescent pattern the size of a fingernail faintly appeared under the purple light.

Song Qianxia pressed herself against the glass window.

The closed-eye owl is the exclusive mark of the outer circle members of the Night Owls.

Only those who come into contact with the organization's tasks will be stamped with this special fluorescent dye.

Moreover, this dye penetrates into the dermis and cannot be washed off; it can only be metabolized slowly over several months.

"Night Owl's men." Gu Tingchen looked at the pattern, his voice icy cold.

"This mark only shows up under ultraviolet light, and it's easy to miss in a regular autopsy." Zhong Qinian turned off the light. "They clearly treated this person as a disposable item."

At this moment, Xiao Wang from the technical department excitedly pushed open the door to the observation room.

"Captain Gu! The deceased's phone is working!"

Xiao Wang is holding a transparent sealed bag containing a disassembled mobile phone motherboard.

"This phone had been soaking in a stinky ditch all day, and the casing was completely ruined. Old Chen used an ultrasonic cleaner for half an hour and finally cleaned the memory card!"

Everyone immediately gathered around.

"What has been recovered?" Lin Wan asked impatiently.

"The call logs have all been remotely erased, as clean as if they just came from the factory." Xiao Wang connected the tablet to the motherboard's data cable.

"But! He had saved a picture in a hidden album on his phone. The encryption algorithm was so basic that I cracked it in five minutes."

The screen flickered twice, and a clear photo appeared.

The photo looks like it was taken secretly from a computer screen, and there's some reflection at the edges of the image.

It was a very detailed table.

Gu Tingchen leaned closer for a look, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The header of the form was printed in bold, large font with six characters—

"The Thousand Faces Replica Project".

Song Qianxia was standing at the very back, still holding a paper cup and drinking water. When she saw these words, she almost spat out her water.

This is too much!

When I first found out about that imitator, A-Qiang, I learned that they were running some kind of crime school.

They've even come up with class schedules now?

Do they really think their ancestor is dead?!

The table below is densely packed with courses.

Monday morning: Intensive physical and endurance training.

Monday afternoon: Mechanical locks and electronic access control.

Tuesday morning: Disguise and counter-tracking theory.

Wednesday: Real combat.

There is also a red electronic stamp in the lower right corner, which is also a closed-eye owl.

"Good heavens!" Zhou Zheng's eyes widened. "Are these people running a cram school for criminals?"

Xiao Wang pointed to the small print at the bottom of the timetable.

"Captain Gu, look here. The graduation assessment location is listed as the Dark Night Maze."

The trail has been completely closed.

The Dark Labyrinth is not only an intelligence station, but also the testing ground and selection site for this crime school.

Gu Tingchen stared at the class schedule for a long time.

"What is Night Owl trying to do? Mass-produce a thousand faces?" He turned to Song Qianxia. "Advisor Song, from your perspective, is there anything fishy about this timetable?"

Song Qianxia stared at the class schedule on the screen, barely able to contain herself.

It's bad enough that these bastards are using her name to swindle and cheat people.

They even arranged the courses so poorly!

If this gets out, will Thousand Faces still be able to get along in the underworld?

"A trick? This is simply misleading people!" Song Qianxia couldn't control her emotions and sneered.