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

In the corner of the Major Crimes Unit's office, the sound of keyboards being typed was like machine gun fire.

Song Qianxia, ​​with her messy, unkempt hair, was frantically typing away at the computer screen.

The resentment was even stronger than that of the evil spirits in the mass grave.

In order to submit this report, she had to pretend to be a naive novice, bypass the Great Firewall to access dark web hacker forums on the outside world, specifically search for secondhand discussion posts about "Thousand Faces" and "Pandora System", and then copy and paste them to make up the word count.

Looking at the geek forums on the screen, which were a mix of Russian and English, the screen was filled with crazy criticisms of her.

One person posted an angry message: "Qianmian is absolutely a madman with severe paranoia! Pandora's underlying logic isn't about preventing hackers, it's about preventing gods!"

The top-rated comments below were filled with awe and despair: "She leaves absolutely no way for her peers to survive!"

Song Qianxia threw these texts into translation software and stitched them, along with some seemingly technical terms, into her analysis report.

Who in the world knows better than her what the Pandora system is?

That was a server array of seventeen units that she personally built on the third basement floor of an abandoned financial tower in Cyrillic State, where she spent two whole years collecting data.

If what's inside is exposed, it would be enough to overhaul half of the world's underground forces.

Song Qianxia picked up her coffee, which had long since gone cold, and took a sip. It was so bitter that she stuck out her tongue.

To ensure that the massive database was not easily stolen, she painstakingly designed a bizarre triple encryption verification mechanism.

The first layer involves large-scale entity partitioning.

She typed a line in the document: Analysis shows that the Pandora key contains a 128-bit dynamic rolling encryption chip, which needs to be physically inserted into a specific receiver. The iris metal badge is very likely a part of it.

Actually, it's not "very likely" that it's something she had an old craftsman from Cyrillic personally polish.

The old man's craftsmanship was superb; he hid the chip between the metal petal patterns of the badge, making it completely invisible to the naked eye.

The second layer is even more bizarre: the password is not recorded on paper and is not backed up electronically.

That long string of random gibberish and instruction sequence was all memorized by her photographic memory.

Moreover, she had never typed this code anywhere with internet access.

Song Qianxia stopped typing and rubbed her sore eyes.

The first two can be considered random guesses, but this third biometric verification...

She has always been a person with no sense of security. She has been struggling in the underground black market and does not trust anyone, not even the people she contacts.

Therefore, she bound the last gate of Pandora to the retina, iris, and venous blood flow characteristics of the person with a thousand faces.

Song Qianxia stared at the flashing cursor on the screen, a chill suddenly running down her spine.

She found herself trapped in an inescapable dead end.

That body belonging to Qianmian had long since vanished from this world because of a single peppercorn.

And now, she lives in the body of a useless intern police officer named Song Qianxia.

This body gets out of breath after running a few steps, can't hold a heavy sniper rifle steadily, and its retinal and venous features have absolutely nothing to do with Qianmian!

In other words, the only person in the world who can open the Pandora system can't actually open it.

The seventeen server arrays underground in Cyrillic Continent would immediately trigger a physical circuit breaker if they were forcibly cracked or if the password was entered incorrectly more than three times. They would all be burned into a pile of scrap metal in the high temperature.

The door was completely welded shut, but the key broke off in the lock.

Song Qianxia gritted her teeth and cursed Night Owl's ancestors for eighteen generations in her mind.

Those lunatics are now searching the world for the Pandora Key, even going so far as to commit so many earth-shattering crimes in Jiangcheng.

They must have thought that as long as they got all the badges and captured Thousand Faces again, they could regain control of that vast underground trading network.

But the Night Owl had no idea that she had changed her body!

If one day I really catch her, then I'll hold a knife to her neck and force her to open the door.

She stepped forward, glanced at the item, and saw a message: "Beep, verification failed."

Song Qianxia would bet her entire future on milk tea that Ye Xiao would slice her up on the spot and use her for hot pot.

She can neither admit that she is a thousand faces, nor can she destroy that database that is so far away.

He could only remain in front of this police station desk, being hunted and intercepted like prey.

Song Qianxia took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the panic in her heart. She placed her hands back on the keyboard.

In this report, she described the Pandora system as an inanimate object that "can never be opened once the founder dies."

If the authorities accept this report, the police will realize that the robbery of the owl was futile, which may save her life at a crucial moment.

"How's it going?"

A voice suddenly came from above.

Song Qianxia was startled and hurriedly pressed the save button to print.

She looked up and saw Gu Tingchen standing behind her without her noticing.

He wasn't wearing his police uniform today; a black shirt made his broad shoulders appear very upright. His gaze was passing over her head, scrutinizing the technical jargon on the screen.

"Almost there, Captain Gu." Song Qianxia quickly put on a fawning smile.

"Geek information on the internet is so hard to find. I had to use a VPN to access several Russian forums and extract it word by word using translation software."

Gu Tingchen leaned on the partition with one hand, his slender fingers tapping twice on the table.

"In this report, you conclude that the final lock of the Pandora system was bound to the founder's biometrics?"

"Yes," Song Qianxia nodded shamelessly.

"How did you come to this conclusion?" Gu Tingchen looked down at her, his gaze piercing. "An offline database can be encrypted with a more complex algorithm; there's no need to bind it to physical characteristics."

Song Qianxia had already prepared her answer, and it came out without any hesitation.

"Captain Gu, you don't understand this. This is called the universal self-closing logic of top hackers."

"In the eyes of those geek gurus, algorithms can be forcibly broken by computing power. Only the irreplaceable parts of oneself are the most secure codebook."

Gu Tingchen raised an eyebrow. "You understand the psychology of these top hackers very well?"

"I just put myself in that situation!" Song Qianxia spread her hands, talking nonsense.

"Think about it, how many people has that Thousand Faces offended in the underworld? She must have severe paranoia. A person like that wouldn't even trust her own mother, let alone herself."

A complex emotion flashed in Gu Tingchen's eyes. He didn't ask any further questions and simply reached out and pulled the printed document from the table.

"I took the report to the technical department for review. If the assessment is approved, this document will be submitted to the provincial department as an important reference for the project team."

Gu Tingchen turned around, took two steps, and then stopped.

"Advisor Song, you use translation software quite well. But next time, remember not to include literal translations of slang in your reports."

Song Qianxia's fake smile froze.

After Gu Tingchen had walked away, she reopened the document. Sure enough, in the third paragraph, she saw the sentence, "This encryption method is incredibly sinister!"

She covered her face and let out a painful wail.