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

Criminal Technology Division, Municipal Public Security Bureau; Cybersecurity Technology Group.

The clock on the wall had already pointed to 2 a.m.

The office was filled with smoke, and the sound of keyboards clattering incessantly filled the air.

Old Chen, the head of the technical department, was carrying a chipped enamel mug and sported two huge dark circles under his eyes.

Xiao Wang sat in front of the computer, frantically grabbing at his already dwindling hair.

"Mr. Chen, it's not working! The hard drive's underlying logic has been forcibly interrupted. The file fragments are all mixed up like a pot of porridge, and we can't piece them back together at all!"

Song Qianxia sat on the swivel chair next to her, a lollipop dangling from her mouth.

I just couldn't stand it anymore.

This recovery speed is slower than the old lady at the village entrance embroidering.

If her former hackers saw this level of efficiency, she'd throw them all into the sea to feed the sharks.

"Make way." Song Qianxia stood up abruptly and pushed Xiao Wang off the chair.

Xiao Wang was stunned.

"Advisor Song, this is physical-level low-level fragment recovery, not just reinstalling the system..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Song Qianxia's fingers were already flying across the keyboard.

The speed was so fast that it even left afterimages, and lines of green code on the screen refreshed like a waterfall.

Old Chen brought over his teacup, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"This algorithm... did you write a sandbox environment on the spot to lure the fragments?" Old Chen's voice changed.

Song Qianxia chewed on a lollipop and answered vaguely.

"No, this is just the script I usually write to grab 3.9 yuan milk tea coupons on Douyin. I just changed the parameters a little."

Gu Tingchen stood behind her, watching her back without making a sound.

Can a script for grabbing milk tea coupons crack the Night Owl's encrypted fragments?

Only simple tech geeks like Lao Chen and Xiao Wang would believe such nonsense.

Ten minutes later.

With a crisp "ding," the progress bar reached 100%.

An encrypted folder was successfully unpacked, and several complete spreadsheets were extracted.

Gu Tingchen immediately ordered, "Project it on the big screen. Call over everyone from the Major Crimes Unit."

Ten minutes later, the conference room was full of people.

Old Zheng yawned and walked in carrying a thermos.

The moment the table on the big screen lit up, everyone's drowsiness vanished.

The header of the form reads: "[List of Graduates of the 7th Jiangcheng Dark Night Training Camp]".

Below are rows and rows of data, densely packed together.

They have no real name or home address.

Only simple numerical designations and codes.

Number 1, codename "Wild Dog". Status: Eliminated (destroyed).

Number 2, codename "Grey Pigeon". Status: Eliminated (destroyed).

Song Qianxia's gaze quickly swept over the words "destroyed," her fingers quietly clenching into a fist under the table.

Behind these three words are countless human lives lost.

Those chosen by the Night Owl who fail training or know too much will be physically destroyed.

Not even ashes will be left behind.

Keep scrolling down the table.

Out of 37 people, 18 were eliminated.

The status bar of the remaining nineteen people clearly reads four words: "[Graduation and Release].

"Putting it on the shelves?" Lin Wan gasped. "Do they think they're selling cabbages?"

Gu Tingchen walked to the large screen, his expression terribly grave.

"That's how the Night Owl operates."

"They don't recruit ready-made killers, as that's too costly and prone to getting out of control. They choose mass production."

"They lure people with criminal tendencies and no other options into the training camp and brainwash them with the so-called 'Thousand Faces Principle'."

"Teach them how to pick locks, how to sneak, and how to create accidents."

"Then, they're listed on the dark web like commodities, with prices listed."

Gu Tingchen pointed to one of the data points.

"As long as someone pays, Night Owl will airdrop this 'product' to carry out the mission."

"If the mission succeeds, Night Owl gets the lion's share. If the mission fails or he gets caught, the police will only find him as an ordinary copycat. They won't trace him back to Night Owl at all."

"This is a crime production line that is completely isolated from risk."

The meeting room was deathly silent.

They treat people like consumables, selling them at a fixed price.

This has exceeded the average police officer's understanding of the bottom line of crime.

Song Qianxia stared at the screen, feeling a fire raging inside her chest.

In her past life, she hated human traffickers the most.

Because she had seen children locked in iron cages like commodities, and their eyes were exactly the same as the codes on these forms.

Night Owl's actions not only insulted her reputation as a woman of a thousand faces, but also trampled on her bottom line.

"Captain Gu."

Song Qianxia suddenly spoke, her voice surprisingly calm.

"Of these thirty-seven people, nineteen have graduated and must have already scattered throughout Jiangcheng or surrounding cities."

"Their physical characteristics and training programs are all detailed in this table."

"I request to start retrieving all surveillance footage from Jiangcheng City over the past month and running a facial recognition comparison model."

Old Zheng almost spat out his goji berry water.

He looked at Song Qianxia as if she were a ghost.

"Xiao Song? Have you lost your mind? It's 3 a.m., and you volunteered to work overtime to oversee the investigation?"

This girl usually leaves work right on time; asking her to look at even one more page of a case file is like taking her life.

What's wrong with me today? Have I been possessed?

Song Qianxia completely ignored Lao Zheng's teasing and stared intently at the bottom of the big screen.

That was a special piece of data that was circled in red.

Number 00, code name "Mirror".

Status: [Completed and Available Now]

Note: [The only perfectly replicated version of Night Owl Academy. Highly recommended.]

"The only one, the finished product." Gu Tingchen also noticed this note.

He tapped the whiteboard.

"This person, codenamed Mirror, is the strongest among this group of trainees. He is also the most likely assassin to directly carry out core missions."

"The entire city is under control. All traffic police brigades and special police brigades of each branch are mobilized."

"We must find out about these nineteen 'products' before they take orders and commit their crimes!"

Song Qianxia stared at the word "mirror" and sneered.

A perfect replica?

She wanted to see if the scrap metal produced on the Night Owl assembly line was worthy of reflecting her thousand-faced image.

"I'll take this job." Song Qianxia pulled out a chair and strode towards the technical department.

"If I don't expose this bastard's true colors tonight, I, Song Qianxia, ​​will change my name!"