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

The police car sped along, zipping through the empty streets of Jiangcheng in the early morning.

Song Qianxia huddled in the leather passenger seat, trying to minimize her presence, looking like a quail.

She would occasionally steal glances at the man beside her.

Gu Tingchen's jawline was taut as he stared straight ahead, his long fingers rhythmically tapping on the steering wheel.

The more silent he became, the more Song Qianxia felt this was a psychological tactic.

In her past life, this was the method she most liked to use when interrogating those tough guys in the black market.

Lock someone in a room, without hitting or scolding them, and use absolute silence to wear down their psychological defenses.

Song Qianxia felt that she couldn't continue to be so passive.

If the enemy doesn't move, I must take the initiative!

"Um... Captain Gu." Song Qianxia rubbed her hands together, forcing out a fawning and money-grubbing smile.

"You've been working so hard tonight, does that count as overtime? Has overtime pay been approved?"

Gu Tingchen drove through a traffic light intersection and stepped on the brakes.

I turned my head and looked at her quietly.

That look made Song Qianxia feel like a paramecium being sliced ​​up under a microscope.

"Are you short of money?" Gu Tingchen asked.

"I'm short of money! What can I do with my meager internship salary? I have to shamelessly ask Lin Wan to share a cup of milk tea with me~" Song Qianxia said in a serious tone, talking nonsense.

Gu Tingchen restarted the car.

"You did a great job tonight, and you've done a commendable job capturing the ringleader. Write a good report when you get back, and you'll definitely get a bonus this month."

No one spoke again until the car drove into the city bureau compound.

At 2 a.m., the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau was still brightly lit, with all departments working around the clock.

The special police vehicle arrived first, and Zhou Zheng was escorting Jingzi, whose face was bruised and swollen, towards the interrogation area.

Gu Tingchen led Song Qianxia straight to the evidence room on the basement floor.

The iron door to the evidence room was wide open, and Old Chen was inside typing information into the computer.

Gu Tingchen walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"Give me the handover form."

Old Chen quickly handed over a "Physical Evidence Transfer Registration Form".

Gu Tingchen picked up a pen and began writing quickly on the form.

Song Qianxia stood to his side and behind, craning her neck to look down.

She originally thought that Gu Tingchen would keep the badge and investigate it privately.

After all, the appearance of this thing was too strange and didn't fit the logic of the whole case.

With Gu Tingchen's sharp eyes, he definitely noticed something was wrong with her outburst at the theater ruins.

But when she saw the words on the form, she was completely stunned.

The form was written very clearly, without a single superfluous word.

Item name: One unidentified metal badge.

Discovery time: 1:45 AM on November 12, XX year.

Location of discovery: Ruins in the mezzanine of the first floor stage of the Starlight Theater.

Discovery process: The item was extracted from a floor cavity after being destroyed by an explosion during the pursuit of the suspect.

Gu Tingchen signed his name in a flamboyant and elegant style at the end.

"Captain Gu, after the physicochemical analysis of this thing is completed, do we need to send it to the Provincial Department of Physical Evidence Identification Center?" Old Chen asked, holding the form.

"Send it here." Gu Tingchen stood up and tossed the pen onto the table.

"Simultaneously report to the Provincial Department's Inspection Division and Criminal Investigation Corps. Note on the transfer form that it is listed as a core piece of evidence related to the Night Owl case, and apply for a high-level confidential identification."

Old Chen gasped.

"This lousy sign is so important? More important than the murder cases involving Night Owls?"

"Do as I say." Gu Tingchen didn't explain further and turned to walk out.

Song Qianxia quickly followed, and the two walked one after the other in the quiet corridor.

"Huo Yan... Captain Gu." Song Qianxia couldn't help but call out to him.

Gu Tingchen stopped and turned to look at her.

"what?"

"Aren't you going to ask me what I think of this brand?" Song Qianxia decided to take the risk and test the waters.

Gu Tingchen had one hand in his police trouser pocket, looking down at her.

"Do you even need to ask? This thing looks like a big gold coin, and you want to keep it for yourself?"

Song Qianxia was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled dryly twice and went along with it.

"I'm just curious. What if it really is an antique? It could fetch a lot of money!"

Gu Tingchen sneered.

"Stop with your random curiosity. This case is complicated; don't pry into things that aren't your business."

"Go back and write a 3,000-word action report, and hand it in to me tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he strode off into the Major Crimes Unit's office without looking back.

Song Qianxia stood there, staring at Gu Tingchen's tall and straight back.

I rubbed my arms, which felt a little cold.

This is a really big deal.

……

The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the blinds, casting dappled patterns on the desks of the criminal investigation team.

With huge dark circles under her eyes, Song Qianxia stared at the computer screen with a look of utter despair.

The document contained only a 300-word action briefing, a rambling account written entirely in plain language.

She typed so much her keyboard was practically smoking, but her mind was filled with a jumble of random characters.

Lin Wan walked over carrying two plastic bags and placed one of them heavily on Song Qianxia's table.

"Hot soy milk, and two meat buns with thin skins and lots of filling. Why is your face whiter than a panda's?"

When Song Qianxia smelled the aroma of the meat buns, her stomach started rumbling uncontrollably.

She grabbed a steamed bun and took a big bite, the scalding oil dripping down her chin.

"Don't even mention it! That devil insisted I write a 3,000-word report. I've written more love letters in my entire life than that! Isn't he trying to kill me?!"

"You should be content; it's your own fault for stealing the spotlight last night."

Lin Wan pulled up a chair, sat down, and leaned closer, lowering her voice.

"You have no idea, Zhou Zheng cursed for half an hour after he came back in the office."

"He said that a dignified SWAT team captain couldn't even run as fast as you, a mere consultant. His face was as black as Bao Gong's."

Song Qianxia rolled her eyes and swallowed the mouthful of steamed buns.

"He doesn't know anything. I'm using my brain to solve cases. How can I compare to a muscle-bound brute like him?"

Lin Wan burst out laughing.

"Keep bragging."

As time went by, the office gradually became more lively.

Old Zheng strolled over, carrying a thermos cup printed with "Serve the People," blowing on the tea leaves as he did so.

"Xiao Song, you did a great job last night. Captain Gu said that your psychological profiling accurately predicted the suspect's escape route?"

"Oh, not at all, it was all just blind luck. It was all a coincidence."

Song Qianxia quickly waved her hand, smiling very modestly.

After exchanging a few jokes, everyone went about their business.

As dawn broke, all the machines in the bureau began operating at full capacity.

For the first time, Song Qianxia truly felt the terrifying oppression brought by this massive system.

Back in the underworld, when she was known as Thousand Faces, she was least afraid of international pursuit.

At worst, we can just burn it all down, and no one will be able to trace it back to her.

But this is the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau, a world governed by the rule of law.

Last night, Gu Tingchen reported the iris badge to the provincial department according to procedure.

Next, the badge will undergo a series of tests.

The technical department will use a mass spectrometer to analyze its metallic composition.

Trace evidence testing involves placing the sample under a high-powered microscope to search for fingerprint residue or sweat DNA, even as small as a micrometer.

The cybersecurity team will mobilize top-tier computing power to attempt to crack the electronic encryption chip that may be inside.

Even more frightening is that they will spare no effort to find out why the badge ended up in the theater's hidden compartment.

Who put it in and when?

They might even follow the clues and uncover the hidden secrets of Qianmian.

Her actions, performed by an intern whose file was as clean as a blank sheet of paper, simply could not withstand scrutiny from the provincial department.

Is this why Captain Gu didn't report her name?

The paper soy milk cup in Song Qianxia's hand creaked and became deformed with several creases.

He even considered packing his bags and leaving, going to Cyrillic to start over.

But she's no longer the Thousand Faces who could easily hack into global surveillance networks.

She was just a shell of a person named Song Qianxia, ​​a rookie police officer in Jiangcheng City Bureau earning an internship salary of three thousand yuan.

If she goes missing now, a red notice will be issued for her arrest throughout the province within three hours.

High-speed rail stations, airports, and highway toll stations are all equipped with networked facial recognition systems.

Running away is tantamount to announcing to everyone: I'm a criminal, come and catch me.

She had no choice but to stay here and use her wits and courage to counter every move.

Song Qianxia stuffed the last bite of the bun into her mouth and quickly wiped the oil stains off her hands with a tissue.

Let's keep slacking off and get through this level first!