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

The police car braked sharply and stopped outside the Jiangcheng No. 3 cruise ship terminal.

Before she even got out of the car, Song Qianxia was stunned by the scene before her.

Two yellow and black striped warning lines were put up along the entire dock.

Dozens of police cars and riot control vehicles with flashing red and blue lights blocked the only exit.

Fully armed special police officers, holding riot shields, are on high alert.

On the distant rooftop, the figure of a sniper lying prone could be vaguely seen.

A luxurious four-story cruise ship is moored on the water.

The pure white hull was somewhat dazzling in the sunlight.

The deck, which should have been filled with laughter and joy, was now deserted and deathly silent.

Gu Tingchen pushed open the car door and strode towards the makeshift on-site command tent.

Song Qianxia, ​​carrying the cup of milk tea that was almost at room temperature, followed slowly behind like a little tail.

She minimized her presence.

She would never speak unless specifically called out.

Inside the command tent, various instruments beeped and dripped.

The large screen was divided into several images.

There are infrared images from a sniper's perspective, as well as internal surveillance footage that the police just sent in via a miniature drone.

Director Qin of the bomb disposal team was standing in front of the screen, sweating profusely, shouting into the communicator.

"Old Li! Don't be impulsive! Don't touch that yellow line!"

Right in the center of the screen.

A bomb disposal team member wearing a heavy bomb suit is lying prone in the engine room on the bottom deck of the cruise ship.

In front of him was the explosive device made from a black suitcase.

Gu Tingchen entered the tent and went directly to Director Qin's side.

"How is the situation?"

Director Qin was so anxious he was jumping up and down, almost scratching his scalp raw.

"Captain Gu, you've come at the perfect time! This device is incredibly strange!"

He pointed to a magnified close-up of the bomb on the screen.

"The circuits of conventional bombs, whether they are time-delay or pressure-activated, follow a fixed logic."

"Just find the main control cable and cut it."

"But this thing is a hybrid freak!"

"Mercury balance tubes, infrared sensors, and multiple circuits—all intertwined!"

Director Qin swore.

"Old Li just tried measuring the current with a probe, and the countdown jumped a lot!"

"There are only ten minutes left!"

Gu Tingchen stared at the red numbers on the screen that were jumping faster and faster.

9 minutes 58 seconds.

9 minutes 57 seconds.

"Where are the hostages? Can we organize a rescue operation?"

Zhao Ming immediately replied, "The hostages are all being held in the banquet hall on the second floor."

"Two thugs guarded the door, while the ringleader, Old Ghost, stood between the hostages with a remote control in his hand."

"As long as we launch a strong attack, he can remotely detonate the bombs on the lower level at any time."

Dead end.

If the bomb isn't defused, a forced assault would just mean sending the hostages to their deaths.

If it comes to defusing the bomb, the current progress of bomb disposal experts is far behind the countdown.

The air inside the tent seemed to freeze, and everyone's breathing became heavy.

Song Qianxia hid in the spot closest to the tent flap.

She listlessly chewed on the straw.

I finally got to drink the bubble tea, but unfortunately the ice had melted, which greatly affected the taste.

She looked up and glanced at the bomb structure diagram on the big screen.

That was a rough diagram of the circuit that Director Qin had hastily drawn based on the images that were transmitted back.

I only glanced at it.

Song Qianxia couldn't help but purse her lips in disgust.

Is this what you call weird?

This is clearly called mental disability!

Connect the mercury tube in series with the infrared sensor?

Did the person who designed this thing spend all their physics class time dozing off?

These two things have different resistivities, and once the power is turned on, the circuit itself will generate signal interference.

The countdown frame skipping is not due to the anti-disassembly design at all.

It's purely because this damn bomb is leaking electricity!

What's even more absurd is the bunch of red, blue, and yellow wires twisted together like a braid in the middle.

To bomb disposal experts, it was a deadly maze.

But in the eyes of a thousand faces.

It's like a primary school student taking three strands of yarn and tying them into knots.

More than 90% of the wires are actually useless, just covered with a layer of insulating tape, and they don't carry any electricity at all.

The real main storyline is actually that seemingly insignificant black ground line.

"Too bad. With this skill level, they can't even get outsourced work on the black market."

Song Qianxia muttered something under her breath.

She was just having a professional habitual outburst, habitually complaining in her mind.

The sound was so soft that even she could barely hear it herself.

But she forgot.

Inside this tent, which is less than ten square meters in size, stood a radar expert.

Gu Tingchen suddenly turned around.

His sharp gaze swept across the crowd and landed precisely on Song Qianxia in the corner.

"What did you figure out?"

Everyone's eyes immediately followed Gu Tingchen's gaze.

Director Qin was stunned.

Zhao Ming was also stunned.

Inside the tent, a dozen senior police officers were all staring at the intern who was still slurping his bubble tea.

Song Qianxia's hand trembled, and she almost spilled the milk tea on her face.

It's dying.

Is this living devil hiding a listening device on his body?

"I... I didn't see anything." Song Qianxia decisively pretended to be stupid, shaking her head like a rattle drum.

"Captain Gu, I just think the countdown is pretty cool, the bright red color is really festive."

Gu Tingchen strode over to her.

Her significant height advantage forced her to lean against the tent canvas.

"Seven minutes left in the countdown."

Gu Tingchen stared into her eyes.

"Twenty-three lives on board, plus the lives of our bomb disposal experts."

"Your comment about someone being 'too bad' was probably not a joke."

Song Qianxia's heart skipped a beat.

This guy heard every single word she said!

If we keep installing it, what if the bomb actually explodes?

Who is responsible for these twenty-four lives?

In her past life, she was a criminal with no moral compass, indifferent to the lives and deaths of others.

But now, the uniform she's wearing seems to have some strange weight to it.

The pressure made it impossible for her to close her eyes and pretend to be blind.

Song Qianxia sighed and gave up struggling.

She shoved the milk tea into Zhao Ming's hand, who was standing next to her.

Then she pushed Gu Tingchen aside and walked to the big screen.

"What did you see?" Song Qianxia pointed at the complicated circuit diagram and rolled her eyes.

"I can tell that the person who made this bomb is not only a novice, but also has terrible taste!"

The entire room fell silent.

Director Qin trembled with anger: "Nonsense! What kind of time is this to be commenting on the aesthetics of bombs?"

Song Qianxia completely ignored him.

She picked up the command microphone on the table and pressed the call button directly.

"Hey guys down here defusing bombs, can you hear me?"

Old Li's heavy breathing came through the earpiece: "I can...I can hear you. Why did they change people?"

Song Qianxia speaks very quickly.

"Forget about those fancy colored threads, they're just for show."

"Do you see that thick black line wrapped with black tape in the bottom right corner?"

"Just take the hydraulic shears and cut it in half without hesitation."

These words were spoken.

Director Qin's face turned pale, and he lunged forward to grab the microphone.

"Are you crazy! That's the grounding wire! Cutting it will cause a short circuit and explode!"

"Captain Gu! You need to control this crazy girl!"

Gu Tingchen did not move.

He stretched out a hand and steadily stopped Director Qin.

His gaze remained fixed on Song Qianxia's face.

He noticed that the face, which had always been timid and wore a fawning smile, was now radiating an indescribable confidence.

It even carried a hint of disdain for bombs.

Gu Tingchen said something into his earpiece.

"Do as she says."