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

the next day.

3 PM.

This is when workers are most likely to feel sleepy and are most distracted.

Song Qianxia was hiding in her secluded corner workstation, browsing food delivery apps on her phone.

I've been with the task force for a full day now.

Fortunately, things have been calm in Jiangcheng these past two days, and there hasn't been a single bicycle theft.

She spent the whole day peacefully catching fish.

"Xiao Song, what are you looking at?"

Zhao Ming walked over with a teacup in his hand, and peeked in with a smile.

With quick reflexes, Song Qianxia flipped her phone screen over and placed it face down on the table.

"I'm not looking at anything! I'm looking at old case files to learn from the experience of my seniors."

Her ability to lie through her teeth is already unparalleled.

Zhao Ming nodded approvingly.

"It's good that young people are energetic, but they also need to balance work and rest. How about we order afternoon tea together?"

Song Qianxia's eyes lit up. "Do you have milk tea?"

"Yes, we can get free delivery if everyone orders together."

Song Qianxia immediately flipped her phone over and began placing her order with practiced ease.

"I'd like a full-sweet, iced bubble tea with tapioca pearls, and a serving of taro balls. Thanks, Captain Zhao!"

In her past life, in order to maintain her physical strength and mental clarity, she strictly controlled her diet and only drank black coffee.

Now that she's been given a second chance at life, she's determined to eat every kind of high-calorie junk food imaginable.

Whole sugar is the least we can do to respect life.

Half an hour later, the delivery guy knocked on the office door with a large bag of drinks.

Like a cat that has smelled fish, Song Qianxia was the first to rush up and grab her cup.

The cool glass against my hand is the perfect solace on a summer day.

She returned to her seat, completely satisfied.

Pick up the straw and align it with the plastic seal.

"Pfft."

The sound of the thick straw piercing through the sealing film was crisp and pleasant.

She picked up the milk tea and brought it to her lips.

Get ready for the first sweet surprise.

Just as the straw touched her lips, before the pearl could even be sucked up...

"Waaaaah—waaaah—"

An extremely sharp and urgent alarm sounded without warning throughout the entire office building.

Song Qianxia was so startled that her hand trembled, and a few drops of milk tea spilled onto the keyboard.

The detectives who were chatting and drinking tea in the office suddenly became like wound-up machines.

Everyone dropped what they were holding and stood up in unison.

Those carrying equipment, carry equipment; those wearing bulletproof vests, wear bulletproof vests.

The movement was so fast that it left afterimages.

Gu Tingchen strode out of the inner office.

He was already wearing a black tactical vest, with a gun at his waist, and his face was as cold as ice.

"A major hostage situation has occurred at the downtown cruise terminal."

He speaks very fast, and his pronunciation is clear and forceful.

"Ten minutes ago, the Jiangcheng Police Station Command Center received an alarm."

"The luxury cruise ship 'Neptune,' which was docked at berth number three, was taken into custody by three armed men."

"There are currently 23 hostages on the cruise ship, all of whom are prominent figures from Jiangcheng who attended a business dinner."

"The suspect claimed to have installed a high-yield explosive device in the engine room on the lower deck of the cruise ship."

Gu Tingchen's gaze swept across the entire room.

"The SWAT team has already set off."

"All members of the task force, follow me to the scene immediately!"

"yes!"

Zhao Ming and the others responded in unison, grabbed their car keys, and rushed out.

Song Qianxia stood there, holding the cup of full-sugar milk tea she hadn't even drunk yet, looking weak, pitiful, and helpless.

What does this life-threatening case have to do with her, a lazy bum who just loafs around all day?

She just swore yesterday that she would play dead!

She shrank into the corner, trying to use the potted plants to hide herself and pretend she was invisible.

But Gu Tingchen's radar never fails.

As he passed Song Qianxia's workstation, his long legs suddenly stopped.

Turning his head, his dark eyes locked onto the trembling money tree behind him.

"Song Qianxia".

Gu Tingchen reached out and brushed aside the leaves of the money tree.

"Are you planning to stay here and guard our old home, carrying that cup of milk tea?"

Song Qianxia poked half her head out and gave an awkward smile.

"Captain Gu, I'm just a newly transferred intern, I don't even have a sidearm."

"Going there would only be a burden; I'd better stay behind and provide information support!"

She held the milk tea in front of her, trying to make a last-ditch effort.

Gu Tingchen sneered.

He didn't waste any words with her, reached out his big hand, and grabbed the back of her police uniform collar.

Like picking up a chick, they simply dragged her out of her workstation.

"Enough with the nonsense, let's go."

Song Qianxia was forced to stagger to keep up with him.

"But I haven't drunk my milk tea yet!" she cried out in despair.

Gu Tingchen didn't turn his head.

"Take it to the car and drink it. You're an intern who can solve mysteries by watching anime; we can't do without you, the master detective."

Song Qianxia felt like dying.

Why is this man still holding a grudge?! I just fooled him with Conan once, is it really necessary to hold a grudge until now?!

With sirens blaring, five police cars lined up and sped along the road.

Song Qianxia sat in the back of the second car.

Next to him sat Gu Tingchen, looking very serious.

The atmosphere inside the car was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Song Qianxia held the milk tea, but didn't dare to drink a single drop.

She was afraid that the sound of her chewing pearls would be too loud in this quiet environment.

Zhao Ming, in the passenger seat, was holding a tablet computer and giving a case briefing.

"Team Leader Gu, the command center has just released the on-site data."

"The identities of the three robbers have been preliminarily confirmed; they are wanted criminals who have been on the run in multiple provinces. The leader, nicknamed 'Old Ghost,' has three murders on his hands."

"They had homemade guns and machetes."

"The most troublesome thing is that bomb."

Zhao Ming clicked on a blurry screenshot from a surveillance camera.

"The person who reported the incident was a steward on the cruise ship. Before he was apprehended, he hid in the control room and filmed the terrorists planting the bomb."

Gu Tingchen took the tablet and zoomed in on the image.

The image shows a black device resembling a large suitcase.

It was covered with a jumble of red, blue, and yellow wires.

There is also a countdown timer flashing red in the middle.

"Have you made contact with the bomb disposal team?" Gu Tingchen asked.

"Director Qin has already arrived with his team. But he said the situation is not optimistic."

Zhao Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"The bandits demanded that we provide a speedboat and 50 million in cash with non-consecutive serial numbers, or they would detonate a bomb and perish along with the hostages on board."

Gu Tingchen's eyes turned cold.

"Tell the SWAT team to have the snipers take the high ground first."

"No one is allowed to act without my order."

Song Qianxia secretly glanced at the photos on the tablet.

With just one glance, her eyebrows twitched slightly.

The shape of this bomb.

It looks like a craft project made by a primary school student who has just learned how to wire electrical wires.

It's a mess and has no aesthetic appeal whatsoever.

Moreover, those red and blue lines don't conform to the conventional detonation logic at all.

Is this playing with someone's life, or just fooling ghosts?