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

In the meeting room of the Major Crimes Unit, the blinds were drawn tightly shut.

The projector's bright light shone on the whiteboard, magnifying the "Thousand Faces Replica Project" timetable several times over.

Everyone sat around the conference table; the atmosphere was serious.

Except for Song Qianxia.

She's currently in a volatile state, her feet are shaking wildly under the table.

"Song Qianxia, ​​what exactly did you mean by misleading students?" Gu Tingchen leaned back in his chair, twirling a pen in his hand, looking at her with a deep gaze.

Song Qianxia couldn't hold back any longer. She grabbed the laser pen on the table, her voice filled with disgust.

"Look here! Mechanical locks and electronic access control training? What era are we living in?!"

"They're actually teaching how to pick pin tumbler locks using the pry bar method? You can buy three of those locks for ten dollars at a hardware store these days! How could a real expert possibly pick such junk?"

Lin Wan was taken aback. "Then what kind of business would you open with Thousand Faces?"

"Of course, it's the six-axis linkage bio-lock!" Song Qianxia blurted out. "Just grab a hairpin, pry open the lock cylinder gears, and you're done in five seconds! Teaching people to use a pick is a waste of time!"

The meeting room fell silent for a second.

Zhou Zheng scratched his head. "A hairpin with six-axis linkage? You're kidding me. Even our SWAT team has to use hydraulic shears to break into those things."

Song Qianxia rolled her eyes dramatically.

Hydraulic shears? That's called doing renovations, not infiltration!

Too lazy to pay attention to Zhou Zheng, she flicked her wrist and pointed the laser pointer at Tuesday's "Disguise and Counter-Tracking".

"And this, the Thousand Faces back then... no, I mean the real top criminals, who can change into three completely different identities and forms just by walking down a street."

"Counter-tracking is even more ridiculous. There are surveillance cameras everywhere now, how can anyone hide from them?"

"The correct approach is to exploit blind spots, creating a time difference at the intersection of the two cameras to establish an alibi! These people don't even have an infrared jammer; how are they supposed to counter-track us?"

"And there's this combat training class!"

Song Qianxia was completely unaware of the unusual atmosphere around her.

The laser dots were drawing circles wildly on the screen.

"What's with teaching Krav Maga? That stuff's for subduing enemies, with all those exaggerated movements. Who talks about martial ethics in the underworld?"

"What's truly effective are black market strangulation techniques! Close-quarters combat, diving, chokeholds, guillotine chokes—incapacitating someone in three seconds is the real deal! What's the point of all those fancy tricks? Are you going to participate in a Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) competition?"

Old Zheng's hand, holding the thermos, froze in mid-air, his mouth slightly open.

Everyone stared at Song Qianxia as if she were an alien.

Her current state is more like that of a strict mentor who finds her apprentice too stupid.

Gu Tingchen smiled as he looked at Song Qianxia's flustered expression.

This girl's mentality completely collapses whenever she encounters anything related to "a thousand faces".

Song Qianxia's mouth was dry from cursing, so she picked up the water glass on the table and took a big gulp.

"This is infuriating! Even the dogs I train are better than this!"

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Zhou Zheng's jaw almost dropped to the table; he looked at her as if she were a hidden terrorist.

Lin Wan swallowed hard, and carefully...

"Chika...you just said you taught her?"

Song Qianxia's hand trembled!

He got so caught up in the rant that he started to empathize with the character!

She turned her head stiffly, meeting the shocked, confused, and even somewhat horrified gazes of everyone in the conference room.

He switched expressions in a second, gave two dry laughs, and hunched his shoulders back into his chair.

"I just love reading crime novels! That's how they're written in those online stories!"

"Aren't assassins in novels supposed to be able to pick locks with a single hair? I learned the three-stage outfit-changing trick from watching other users brag on forums..."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

This explanation sounds absurd, but it somehow seems quite reasonable in the case of Song Qianxia, ​​an intern who usually talks nonsense.

Old Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and took a sip of goji berry water.

"Xiao Song, you should read less of those nonsensical novels in the future. Solving cases requires science and evidence, not just your imagination."

"Yeah, yeah, you scared me! I thought you were some kind of hidden big shot." Lin Wan rolled her eyes at her.

Song Qianxia breathed a sigh of relief.

These people are so easy to fool.

But when she looked up, she met Gu Tingchen's unfathomable eyes.

The living Yama was looking at her with a half-smile, his eyes clearly saying: Keep making things up, keep making things up, and see if I believe you or not.

Gu Tingchen tapped the table with his knuckles, drawing everyone's attention back to the case.

"Although Consultant Song's analysis was exaggerated, his line of reasoning was correct."

"Night Owl's training program teaches very basic, assembly-line-style skills."

He stood up and walked to the whiteboard.

"They don't want to train top-notch experts. What they want are large quantities of obedient, expendable personnel with a certain capacity to commit crimes."

"These people learn these superficial skills and think they've become masters of disguise, then they go and carry out those shady missions for Night Owl. Once they're caught, all the police find is a bunch of self-important copycats."

"The Dark Labyrinth is their testing ground for selecting these consumables."

Gu Tingchen braced his hands on the conference table, his gaze sharp.

"Since they need to use the experience center to screen their targets, we'll proactively offer ourselves up."

"The infiltration plan is restarting, but this time, we can't send too many people; they're too conspicuous."

Zhou Zheng immediately raised his hand, "Captain Gu, I'll go! I can definitely pretend to be a player!"

"Forget it," Tingchen interrupted him mercilessly, "If you walk in with that build, people will think you're there to collect protection money."

His gaze swept around the conference room.

"Lin Wan, Song Qianxia, ​​you two go and investigate!"