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

Song Qianxia had just saved the 3,000-word action report, which was utter nonsense.

Lin Wan rushed in from outside, carrying two cups of coffee, and handed one to Song Qianxia.

"Finished writing? Hurry up and get going, stop typing. You look so sleepy, have a sip of your iced Americano!"

Song Qianxia shook her head.

"Where are you going? I need to go to the bathroom on pay."

"Captain Gu and Lao Zheng are going to be in charge of interrogating that imposter. Captain Zhou wants us all to go to the monitoring room to watch and learn from the interrogation techniques of this living devil."

Song Qianxia rolled her eyes. Right now, she needed some bitterness to keep her sober, so she naturally accepted the task.

The monitoring room is right next to the interrogation room.

The main lights were off inside; only a single wall of one-way glass let in a cold, white light.

Zhou Zheng was standing in front of the glass with his arms crossed, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Upon seeing Song Qianxia enter, Zhou Zheng snorted, still brooding over how he, the dignified captain of the special police force, had been outshone by a mere consultant the previous night.

Song Qianxia pretended not to see anything, found the best corner with the best view, and pulled over a swivel chair to sit down.

On the other side of the glass, in the interrogation room.

The stark white light of the incandescent bulb shone on the metal interrogation chair.

The mirror was handcuffed to a chair, and the ridiculous tuxedo he was wearing had been replaced with an orange detention center vest.

His chin was still very swollen.

Even in this miserable state, his eyes still held an arrogant and overbearing look.

Gu Tingchen pushed open the door and walked in. Behind him followed Old Zheng, who was carrying a thick stack of files.

The sound of the metal chair scraping against the floor was particularly jarring in the quiet room.

Gu Tingchen pulled out a chair and sat down, tossing a transparent evidence bag onto the table.

Inside was that plastic mask.

"Name, age, place of origin," Old Zheng asked routinely, opening his notebook.

The mirror sneered twice, not even glancing at Old Zheng.

"Stop going through this boring process. You bunch of lackeys of the rules don't deserve to know my name."

"I am the perfect replica, art in the darkness..."

"The masks are shipped from Yiwu, and there's a 20% discount for buying two. Your criminology school must have stocked up on a lot of them."

Zhou Zheng in the monitoring room couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing. Lin Wan also covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking.

As Song Qianxia sipped her coffee, she mentally gave Captain Gu a thumbs up.

When dealing with this kind of severe chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), nothing is more lethal than revealing their true colors.

"That's what the covert operations need! The mentor can only choose the most remote markets!" Mirror broke down, and the handcuffs clattered loudly.

"Stop patting yourself on the back." Gu Tingchen leaned back in his chair and placed his hands on the table.

"The only completed product to graduate from Night Owl Academy? I think you're just a brainwashed, defective product."

Old Zheng opened the case file and pushed several high-resolution photos in front of the mirror.

"Look at this, great artist."

The photo shows a van with the words "Greenery Maintenance" printed on it driving out of the underground parking garage of the Xinghai Charity Foundation.

"While you were in the theater last night, holding that USB drive and speaking passionately, this car had already driven out of Jiangcheng's territory."

"And the departure record from Jiangcheng International Airport at 11 p.m. last night."

The mirror paused for a moment, its gaze sweeping over the photo.

Several core executives of the Xinghai Foundation were hurriedly boarding a private jet, carrying suitcases.

Gu Tingchen continued to stab him in the heart.

"You think you're the mastermind behind this operation because of some cryptocurrency smokescreen? Wake up! You're not even on the periphery!"

"No! You're lying!" The mirror shook its head frantically, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"My mentor wouldn't lie to me! He said I'm the most perfect piece! I'm the only one who can inherit that name!"

Gu Tingchen's eyes were icy cold.

"Your mentor never intended for you to leave Jiangcheng alive from the very beginning."

"It was just a bone they casually tossed out to cover the safe evacuation of their core members!"

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The mirror couldn't accept that it was just trash to be used and discarded, and it roared at the top of its lungs.

"I am not a discarded pawn! I am irreplaceable!"

"You have no idea what we're doing! That fifty million is nothing!"

"The organization spent so much money to build the Night Owl Academy, training us day and night to imitate that woman's behavioral logic,"

"They say that only by replicating the multifaceted nature of thought can it be found..."

"Find what?!"

Gu Tingchen slammed his hand on the table.

"Only the most perfect version of myself can achieve the ultimate goal and find the Pandora's Key!"

The mirror abruptly stopped, as if realizing it had let something slip.

"Pfft—"

Song Qianxia crushed the coffee cup in her hand.

Dark brown liquid sprayed out of the cup.

It splashed directly onto the back of her hand, and a few drops flew onto Zhou Zheng's SWAT trousers next to her.

"What are you doing!" Zhou Zheng patted his trouser leg.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry! How did my milk tea leak like that?"

Song Qianxia quickly apologized, pursed her lips and lowered her head, letting Lin Wan wipe her hands with a tissue.

Only she knew how badly her hands were shaking just a moment ago.

That madman Night Owl has come up with so many tricks, he's even abandoned the Starsea Foundation, which he used as a money laundering shell.

They created a fake and caused a huge uproar.

It turns out they really came for the database she left behind ten years ago.

Even through the one-way glass, Gu Tingchen maintained that extremely imposing posture.

What is the Pandora Key?

Suddenly, the mirror slumped into the chair like a deflated balloon, a strange smile tugging at the corner of its mouth.

"The door is already open; you can't stop it."

After saying that, he closed his eyes.

No matter how much Lao Zheng slammed his fist on the table, he wouldn't utter a single punctuation mark.