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

The doors to the Starlight Theater were ajar.

This place has been closed for a long time. It is said that the debt dispute has been going on for seven or eight years, and it has been abandoned ever since. Even the developer has run away.

Gu Tingchen made a hand gesture, signaling the SWAT team members who arrived later to set up a perimeter around the perimeter.

The theater has a complex structure, with a sunken screening room on the first floor and a load-bearing wall of the adjacent shopping mall in the basement.

Having too many people around can easily alert the enemy.

He and Song Qianxia, ​​one on each side, crept into the theater lobby, hugging the wall.

The hall was deathly silent, save for the soft rustling of their footsteps on the thick dust.

Most of the seats in the audience area were damaged, with the foam spilling out, looking like monsters with their mouths wide open.

The two men, carrying guns, cautiously advanced towards the stage.

Song Qianxia lowered her gaze, staring at the floor tiles, where a few drops of blood extended into the inner area.

I had just walked to the center of the audience seats.

Just then, the spotlight above the stage suddenly turned on.

The glaring light made Song Qianxia squint her eyes instinctively.

Welcome everyone to the final stage!

The mirror stands inside the beam of light.

She changed into a tuxedo somewhere, with a white rose tucked into her lapels and a silver USB drive in her hand.

The masks looked both comical and eerie under the stage lights.

Song Qianxia almost burst out laughing.

Dude, where did you find this outfit?

A tuxedo paired with those sneakers still covered in mud.

It's a visual disaster!

The final stage? Do you think you're magician David Copperfield?

"Aren't you all curious about where that 50 million in cash went?"

Gu Tingchen held the gun level, the dark barrel pointing directly at the mirror's brow.

"Where's the money?"

The mirror wasn't afraid at all; instead, it opened its arms and made a gesture of embracing the light.

"The Star Sea Foundation's money laundering methods are too low-level."

"They thought that by making the accounts flawless, they could get away with it."

"I just did them a small favor by converting that donation into a cryptocurrency that you can't track down through three intermediaries on the dark web."

"The money is right here."

He pulled a black USB drive out of his pocket and waved it under the light.

"This is the offline key. You can shoot me or destroy it."

"Those orphans who are waiting for money to treat their illnesses will all just wait to die!"

"Detective Captain, can you shoulder this responsibility?"

The mirror's arrogant laughter echoed through the hall.

The SWAT team members surrounding the perimeter heard it clearly on the radio, and they were all extremely anxious.

Zhou Zheng tapped the microphone three times on the channel.

"Captain Gu, the ceiling's load-bearing structure is unclear; a strong attack will cause it to collapse."

Gu Tingchen's Type 92 pistol was already loaded, but the other party's threat of using 50 million yuan in donations had indeed hit his weak spot.

He must prioritize the safety of people's property.

If it were any other police officer, they might have been intimidated by him and obediently put down their gun to negotiate.

But Song Qianxia is a master of double-crossing in the underground black market.

Large-scale money laundering using cryptocurrencies requires a stable network and massive computing power. How would he transfer the money using a USB drive? By thought?

She squinted, her gaze fixed on the hand holding the USB drive in the mirror.

He's lying.

Song Qianxia’s very soft voice rang out below Gu Tingchen.

Gu Tingchen turned his head and looked at the girl squatting next to him.

Song Qianxia's eyes shone remarkably bright in the darkness.

"Look closely, although he was slightly injured, his fingers holding the USB drive were very loose; his index finger and thumb weren't gripping it tightly at all."

"This is a subconscious human reaction, which means that thing is completely unimportant to him!"

"He's just spouting nonsense to delay progress!"

"Furthermore, look closely at his gaze. His eyes are constantly tilting to the left."

"He was looking at the curtain on the left side of the stage..."

Gu Tingchen looked over following her prompt.

Sure enough, behind the curtain on the left side of the stage, a faint fluorescent light was flickering.

Gu Tingchen didn't hesitate for even half a second. The gun in his hand was still steadily pointed at the mirror, his expression as cold as ice.

"You've gone to all this trouble, you're not just doing this for money, are you? What are your terms? Name your price."

Upon hearing this, Jingzi assumed the police had backed down, and his smugness became even more undisguised.

"The conditions are very simple!"

"First, prepare a helicopter for me, fully fueled! Second, I want it broadcast live throughout the city, so everyone can see the incompetence of your police force."

"Third, I need all the files and documents about Qianmian in your archives!"

The mirror became more and more excited as it spoke, waving the USB drive in its hand even more vigorously.

"She doesn't deserve to be a legend! I'm the perfect one! I'm going to expose all her secrets in front of the whole world..."

Just as the mirror was immersed in its passionate speech.

Gu Tingchen's wrist suddenly turned to the right at an angle.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out in the empty theater, bullets whizzing past the mirror's ear, creating a gust of wind.

It accurately hit the spot behind the curtain that was shimmering with a ghostly blue light.

"boom!"

Special armor-piercing projectiles pierced the high-performance lithium battery of a laptop, sending sparks flying as shattered electronic components and molten plastic scattered in all directions.

The huge blast wave ripped a large chunk of the old, dilapidated wooden floorboards off the stage.

The heavy red curtain was then engulfed in flames.

The mirror was startled by the sudden explosion, and the USB drive fell to the ground.

"My computer!!"

The mirror scrambled and rolled, trying to save it.

Song Qianxia stepped onto the stage and kicked the back of a mirror.

Before he could even get up, his hands were already tied behind his back, and the cold handcuffs were locked.

"Stop acting all high and mighty! Do you understand what a physical internet shutdown is? Your illegal transactions have been automatically rolled back!"

Zhou Zheng led a team of special police officers in and stormed in, surrounding the theater three layers deep.

The fire was quickly extinguished, but the air was filled with a pungent smell of dry powder and burning.

"Safety!"

"Reporting to Captain Gu! The scene is under control!"

Song Qianxia knelt on one knee, her knee pressing against the back of the mirror.

The mirror, like a dead fish just pulled ashore, lay on the charred wooden floor, struggling frantically.

Gu Tingchen holstered his pistol, glanced at the mirror on the floor still lamenting the loss of his computer, and coldly gestured: "Take it away!"

"That's it?" Zhou Zheng walked onto the stage with his gun, his face full of disbelief.

"They ran around our entire major crimes unit and SWAT team in the middle of the night. I thought they were some kind of monster with three heads and six arms."

"So you got stopped by an advisor?"

Two SWAT officers pounced on it and pressed the mirror to the ground again.

Song Qianxia stood up and patted the dust off her trouser legs.

He walked up to the mirror and looked down at the mask covered in mud.

"This guy has survived until now only because there are blind spots in Jiangcheng's surveillance system."

"Come on, open your dog eyes and look at what you're wearing!"

The mirror strained to lift its head, its eyes bloodshot, and screamed at the top of its lungs.

"What do you know! I've studied all of Thousand Faces' battle examples; my methods are far more perfect than hers!"

Song Qianxia sneered, ripped off the flattened white rose from his chest, and threw it in his face.

"What's with all the ceremony? Do you think you're Kaito Kid? Running around the streets with this lousy flower, pollen flying everywhere."

"With just a little extraction by the trace evidence technician, we can trace the pollen back to the greenhouse where the flower was grown, and even pinpoint the intersection where you bought the flower."

"If the forensic doctor saw you, he'd probably give you a Best Cooperation Award of the Year."

The mirror paused for a moment, then retorted, its neck stiff, "That's a killer's romance! You don't understand art!"

"You, what do you know about art?" Song Qianxia rolled her eyes.

"Even those who play PUBG know you shouldn't wear bright clothes and camp like a camper! It's only because our Captain Gu showed mercy and wanted to capture you alive. Otherwise, you'd be a sitting duck by now, understand?"

Several special police officers nearby couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Zhou Zheng listened in stunned silence.

"Does our police academy's forensic science course teach this much detail?"

Song Qianxia ignored Zhou Zheng's questions; she was furious.

"Those shabby clothes are one thing, but what disgusts me most is that you dare to distort Thousand Faces' code of conduct!"

She dropped her nonchalant smile, and her eyes became unusually sharp.

"What did you write on the blackboard and in that letter just now?"

"Is everything worth sacrificing to complete the mission?"

"Betraying their comrades, indiscriminately killing innocent people, what kind of trash are the teachers at your school?"

Mirror retorted defiantly, "That's right! Assassins should be cold-blooded and ruthless! Only by having no attachments can one be invincible!"

"Bullshit!"

Song Qianxia couldn't hold back and blurted out a curse.

"Thousand Faces has been in the underworld for ten years, and his first rule is: never touch civilians!"

"Never involve the innocent; only target those who deserve punishment."

"You can't even uphold the most basic principles, yet you dare to call yourself a perfect replica? You're just a brainwashed, defective product!"

"Shut up! What right do you have to comment on Qianmian!"

The mirror completely collapsed.

Suddenly bursting with brute force, he managed to break free from the restraint of the two SWAT officers.

A very thin steel wire appeared in his hand without him even realizing it.

He went straight for Song Qianxia's neck and started strangling her.