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

The atmosphere in the office suddenly became oppressive.

The young police officers had no idea what Xiangyang Orphanage was.

However, veteran police officers who had been in the bureau for more than ten years were reluctant to discuss this name.

"Old Zheng." Gu Tingchen keenly noticed his unusual behavior. "Is there more to this case?"

Old Zheng's hands were shaking violently. He slammed the thermos down on the table and let out a long sigh.

"It's a ten-year-old case. Back then, Captain Gu, you were still in police academy and hadn't come to our city bureau yet."

Old Zheng's eyes became vacant, as if he were lost in some painful memory.

Back then, Xiangyang Orphanage was the largest privately-run welfare institution in Jiangcheng.

"The dean is a well-known philanthropist who can attract large sums of social donations every year."

"But later, the bureau received a report that the director was secretly colluding with overseas criminal organizations."

Old Zheng's voice was terribly hoarse.

"He treated the healthy and intelligent children in the orphanage as commodities and sold them overseas."

A collective gasp filled the office.

Lin Wan's eyes widened.

"Human trafficking? Or an orphanage director? This guy is inhuman!"

Old Zheng scratched his head in pain, and his eyes even turned a little red.

"Back then, we set up a special task force and conducted a secret investigation for half a year, finally obtaining the core evidence."

"The plan was to close the net on Friday night to rescue the children who were about to be taken away."

"As a result... late Thursday night, a fire suddenly broke out at the orphanage. The fire was so big that even the fire department couldn't get in."

"It burned for a full four hours! The entire building was reduced to ashes."

Old Zheng slammed his fist on the table.

"The director died in the fire; all the account books and adoption records were burned. There's no way to prove anything!"

"Where is the child?" Zhou Zheng asked anxiously.

"It was during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and most of the children were arranged to go to a social event at some sponsoring company in another city, thus escaping the disaster."

"But of the seven children left in the yard, four were burned to death in the fire, and three went missing in the chaos and their whereabouts remain unknown."

"Without the main culprit, without evidence, and with the financial chain completely broken after the dean's death, this case can only be treated as an unsolved accidental fire."

Old Zheng wiped his face.

Song Qianxia sat in a swivel chair in the corner, her fingers fiddling with the armrests.

The name Xiangyang Orphanage was like a thunderclap, violently opening the floodgates of her past life memories.

Ten years ago, Qianmian had just established itself in the underground network of Cyrillic continent.

Then I received an anonymous request to find someone.

Following a hidden human trafficking network, she eventually found her way to the Xiangyang Orphanage in Jiangcheng.

They hacked into the orphanage's computers and obtained the list of children who were being treated like commodities.

They even sneaked into the basement and watched as the numbered children were locked in iron cages like cargo.

That was the first time Qianmian had ever considered killing.

But she ultimately did not take action.

Because at that time, Qianmian did not involve any institutions and did not interfere with police investigations.

Qianmian believed that the police would be able to save all the children by closing in, and that she didn't need to dirty her hands.

The results of it?

Night Owl is a hundred times more ruthless than her.

Upon noticing the police's movements, they set the building on fire to destroy the evidence and took advantage of the chaos to abduct the three "promising talents" they had their eyes on.

The executive officer codenamed Red Falcon was one of the three children who were abducted years ago.

That was the only time in Qianmian's life that she felt her rules were a joke.

No wonder Mirror said in the letter that Thousand Faces is a hypocritical remnant of the old era.

So that was his trump card.

He wanted to expose the deepest scars in Qianmian's heart and lay that bloody past out in the sunlight.

Gu Tingchen turned around and stared at Song Qianxia.

I saw her fingers gripping the handrail, and I saw the storm raging in her eyes.

Song Qianxia's usual greed for money, gluttony, and aversion to writing reports are all a perfect disguise.

Only now, that murderous aura emanating from his very bones cannot be concealed.

"Go to the warehouse and get the equipment," Gu Tingchen ordered decisively.

"Zhou Zheng, the entire Second Special Police Squadron is mobilized. Lao Zheng, you stay at the command center."

Song Qianxia stood up.

"I'll go too."

Gu Tingchen looked at her for two seconds.

"Of course you have to go; you're a key protected asset. I don't feel comfortable leaving you in the bureau."

Half an hour later.

Several police cars sped out of the municipal police station compound and headed straight for the northern suburbs.

The lights inside the car were off.

Song Qianxia sat in the passenger seat, her hands gripping the seatbelt tightly.

The light and shadow of the streetlights outside the car window flashed across her face.

Gu Tingchen held the steering wheel with one hand and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Have you heard about this case before?"

Song Qianxia didn't even lift her eyelids.

"I've never heard of it. I just think that people who sell orphans like commodities deserve to go to the deepest hell."

Gu Tingchen didn't expose her clumsy attempt at concealment.

"Although this case became an unsolved case back then, the municipal bureau never closed it."

"Tonight, whoever is behind this, if they dare to show their face, the Major Crimes Unit will settle accounts from ten years ago!"

Song Qianxia turned her head to look at Gu Tingchen's profile.

The way this man looks driving in his uniform is actually quite pleasing to the eye.

Rules that are in the public eye may sometimes lag behind.

But these people, at least, never gave up chasing those rats hiding in the shadows.

A desolate wasteland appeared ahead.

The former Xiangyang Orphanage, after ten years of wind and sun exposure, is now reduced to a few charred ruins.

The weeds grew to be half a person's height.

The car was parked outside the ruins.

Zhou Zheng led his men to quickly disperse and advance towards the ruins of the main building in a tactical formation.

Song Qianxia pushed open the car door and got out, a strong smell of rotten soil hitting her face.

There is no moon tonight.

The entire ruin resembled a giant black tomb.

Gu Tingchen drew his gun and shielded Song Qianxia to his side.

"Don't stay more than a meter away from me."

Song Qianxia didn't say anything, but silently reached into her pocket and fastened the hair clip made of special alloy.

The two followed the assault team step by step into the lobby of the original main building.

Just then, a faint red light suddenly appeared deep within the ruins.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing crackling sound of electricity echoed through the empty ruins.

"Sizzle!!!!"

An exaggerated, mechanical voice, altered by a voice changer, emanated from a loudspeaker hidden somewhere.

"Welcome, everyone."

"Judgment time, now begins!"