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

Song Qianxia was also laughing wildly inside.

Would a legendary hacker, the number one hacker in the underworld, waste money buying intelligence?

I realized yesterday that if the case continued to move forward, I would be exposed sooner or later!

In order to keep that meager crime-solving allowance and perfect attendance bonus, I managed to write a web crawler script on my phone in ten minutes while I was in the bathroom.

The hundreds of geeks in the group, who were talking and bragging in multiple languages, were all intelligence bots she used to automatically scrape information from the internet.

As for that transfer record, it was just a front-end page code disguise; she didn't spend a single penny!

If she weren't worried that making up a "freebie" story would seem too out of place for the dark web, she would have even saved herself the five-dollar setup.

Zhou Hui took a deep breath and looked away from the outrageous phone screen.

She didn't want to dwell on this issue any longer, because she realized that if she followed Song Qianxia's line of thinking, her own case-solving logic would be completely misled.

As an inspector who values ​​the chain of evidence, she simply couldn't include "buying top-secret foreign intelligence for five dollars" in her report.

"Director Zhou," Gu Tingchen said, his arms crossed, his eyes conveying a sense of pressure, "Although Consultant Song's methods for purchasing intelligence were not entirely standardized, such informant fees can be reported afterward in police operations. As long as the intelligence matches, the technical department can trace the group chat further. Right now, the most urgent task is these five boxes of medicine."

Since Zhou Hui currently lacks conclusive evidence to prove that the phone is fake, she can only take the opportunity to back down and forcefully steer the conversation back on track.

"Alright, let's say your intelligence source is plausible for now. Since Yinque is a medical intelligence broker, what exactly is she planning to do by stealing these five boxes of nerve-blocking drugs from the hospital?"

"What else can we do with them? We can resell them on the black market for a high price," Zhou Zheng's loud voice rang out. "Don't those underground clinics need anesthesia for things like removing bullets or cutting kidneys?"

Lin Wan retorted, biting her pen, "Director Zhang just explained this this morning that this drug isn't an anesthetic at all; it's just a simple muscle blocker. If they used this for surgery on the black market, wouldn't we be in excruciating pain?"

Old Zheng, holding his thermos, frowned deeply: "Could it be for kidnapping? Use this drug to knock someone out, immobilize them, stuff them in the trunk, and take them away. Nobody will know."

"Wouldn't it be cheaper and more convenient to use regular ether or triazolam for kidnapping?" Xiao Zhang from the technical department pushed up his glasses. "Is it really worth stealing drugs from a hospital? That's just too wasteful."

"What if it's an assassination?" Zhou Zheng offered another guess. "Could they secretly inject the drug into the target and stage it as a sudden cardiac arrest or a medical accident?"

"If we really want to kill someone, we can just send a cleaner to slit their throat," Old Zheng shook his head, rejecting the idea outright.

The discussion in the conference room gradually reached a dead end, while the silver bird on the big screen continued to flash blue light.

As Song Qianxia was quietly shrinking back, she noticed that the living Yama's gaze was firmly fixed on her.

"Advisor Song, do you have any further insights?"

Song Qianxia sighed inwardly. They were all using the logic of the sunlight to reason, and they simply couldn't understand the twisted demands of the underworld.

She pulled the report she had brought back from the hospital from the table, stood in front of the whiteboard, and said earnestly.

"Director Zhang said that this medicine is not fatal; at most, it will cause muscle paralysis for a day and a night."

"But if you add Silver Sparrow's own concoction of catalysts, it will become a terrifying instrument of torture."

"Once this drug is injected, it completely blocks the motor nerve endings. You can't even move your little finger. But the pain nerves and the cerebral cortex are completely unaffected."

"This means that even if someone is carving your body with a scalpel, you can see it clearly and feel every bit of pain, but you won't even blink."

Zhou Zheng rubbed the goosebumps on his arms as he listened.

"This is too vicious. It would have been better to just give him a quick and painless stab."

Old Zheng held the thermos cup, his face turning pale.

"If the goal is to kill, wouldn't cyanide be faster? Why go through all the trouble of stealing such a torturous drug?"

Song Qianxia turned around and looked at the people around the conference table.

"Because her target isn't the dead. She wants to capture them alive."

"It requires capture alive, and the victim must be completely cooperative and unable to resist. This drug is usually used in conjunction with specific hypnotic agents or truth-inducing agents."

Gu Tingchen leaned forward slightly and placed his hands crossed on the table.

"The fact that Night Owl spent so much money to bring Silver Sparrow to Jiangcheng shows that we have a live hostage that they are wary of."

He stood up, walked to the whiteboard, took the marker from Song Qianxia, ​​and quickly wrote down a few names.

"Currently, we have four suspects in our possession who are directly or indirectly connected to Night Owl."

First name: Old K.

"He's the owner of Shengshi Jia Hua Club. But he's only in charge of money laundering on the periphery; he can't even get close to the core of Night Owl's inner circle." Old Zheng shook his head, directly rejecting the idea.

The second name: Zhao Weiming.

"The employer in the cultural relic smuggling case. He's just a fool who paid for a hitman; he's long since lost his usefulness." Lin Wan also ruled out one of them.

The third name: Brother Hui.

"The club's security chief is all brawn and no brains. He doesn't even know as much as Old K," Zhou Zheng shouted in a loud voice.

Gu Tingchen's pen stopped at the fourth name.

Hao Hui, the manager of the Dark Labyrinth.

The meeting room suddenly fell silent.

Song Qianxia stared at the name, and the clues in her mind quickly connected.

Previously, at the abandoned theater, that fake mirror caused such a commotion, even going so far as to confront the police head-on.

In fact, a large part of the reason was to cover Hao Hui and his men's retreat.

But Hao Hui was still subdued by the police.

Gu Tingchen analyzed in a deep voice,

"Hao Hui is an operations manager, responsible for providing venues for Night Owls and recruiting new people."

"According to his previous statement, he had never even seen the other person's face. Every time he received instructions, it was through a screen."

Song Qianxia snapped her fingers, her eyes shining brightly.

"Although Hao Hui has never seen the other person's face, he has definitely heard their voice!"

"A person's appearance can be faked, but a person's tone of voice, pausing habits, or even a unique accent are very difficult to completely change."

"Night Owl didn't dare kill Hao Hui directly in the detention center because they weren't sure how much Hao Hui had confessed to the police. If Hao Hui had already given away his voice characteristics, killing him directly would only confirm the police's suspicions."

Song Qianxia pointed to the report.

"So they invited Silver Sparrow."

"If Yinque can control Hao Hui with this drug, she can erase his memory without anyone noticing, or turn him into a drooling idiot."

"Then, even if the police want to ask any more questions, they'll just be staring blankly at an idiot!"

Without any hesitation, Gu Tingchen immediately turned to look at Lao Zheng.

"Contact the detention center immediately!"

"No matter what Hao Hui is doing right now, immediately raise his guard level to the highest! 24-hour double surveillance!"

But less than ten seconds after the call connected, Lao Zheng's expression changed.

"Captain Gu! Something's happened!"

"The detention center just said that Hao Hui suffered a sudden and severe case of hypertension complications ten minutes ago."

"The resident doctor couldn't control the blood pressure at all; the patient has gone into shock. The higher-ups just approved the transfer order, and they're currently processing the paperwork to transfer him to the intensive care unit at the city's People's Hospital!"