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

Gu Tingchen pounced on him, twisted Deputy Curator Chen's arms behind his back, and pinned him to the ground.

Old Zheng took it, pulled out handcuffs, and cuffed the man securely.

"Behave yourself!"

Gu Tingchen gave the order.

"Lin Wan, take your men and detain Liu Dali, the security chief, and Liu Chengyi from the restoration room. Get a few empty rooms from the museum and interrogate them separately!"

After arranging all this, Gu Tingchen turned around and his gaze fell on Song Qianxia, ​​who was watching the show.

Song Qianxia's heart skipped a beat.

"Reporting to Captain Gu, am I, a weak and pitiful intern technician, exempt from interrogation work?"

Gu Tingchen snorted lightly, not even giving her a second glance, and strode towards the elevator in the corridor.

"If you want to deduct my fieldwork pay, go back to the police station and rest."

This legendary figure from the underworld, known for his ruthless and decisive nature in his past life, immediately began mentally calculating how many cups of full-sugar milk tea the fieldwork allowance could buy.

"No, no, no! Captain Gu, slow down! It's just an interrogation, I love asking questions!"

……

There is a row of abandoned offices on the third floor of the museum.

The warehouse, which was originally used to store old display racks, has now been cleared out and used as a temporary interrogation room.

Old Zheng was in charge of interrogating Deputy Curator Chen, while Lin Wan interrogated the security supervisor.

Song Qianxia munched on an apple she'd taken from the front desk, following Gu Tingchen to the innermost storeroom door.

Only a low-wattage table lamp was lit in the room.

The restorer, Liu Cheng, was a middle-aged man in his fifties, sitting awkwardly in a folding chair.

I shuddered when I heard the door open.

Song Qianxia pulled out a chair, sat down, and turned on the body camera.

Name, age, and job title.

"Liu... Liu Cheng. Fifty-two years old. The bronze ware restorer at the museum."

Song Qianxia munched on an apple, her gaze sweeping back and forth over Liu Cheng.

"Your hands are shaking as much as an electric toothbrush."

Liu Cheng was startled and quickly hid his hands, which were covered with calluses and brown spots from years of handling chemical reagents, under the table.

"I...I have low blood sugar, I didn't eat breakfast, and I'm hungry."

Gu Tingchen dragged over a chair and sat down, his voice revealing no emotion.

"Master Liu, you've been working at the museum for thirty years, haven't you?"

"Three days ago at 2 PM, you went down to the transfer room, saying you were going to get special tools for repairing bronze artifacts."

"But according to the logistics borrowing records, you didn't take out any tools that day at all."

Liu Cheng swallowed hard, lowering his head even further.

"When I came downstairs, the security cameras went black, and the transfer room was in complete chaos."

"I'm old and afraid of being bumped into, so I hid in the corner for a while."

"Once the power came back on, I went straight back upstairs and forgot about getting the tools. Officer, I didn't see anything!"

People with a guilty conscience are always eager to prove themselves.

Song Qianxia leaned against the door frame and thought that if this were the underground interrogation room in her previous life, she would have eight hundred ways to make him cry and confess.

But now that she's wearing this police uniform, she has to be polite and civilized when handling cases.

Song Qianxia threw the apple core into the trash can and walked to the table to carefully examine Liu Cheng.

"Master Liu, your restoration skills are top-notch in Jiangcheng, aren't they?"

Liu Cheng was taken aback, wondering why she suddenly asked this question.

"I've been doing this for almost thirty years, so I'm considered an old hand."

Gu Tingchen simply leaned back in his chair quietly, watching to see what kind of drama this girl was going to put on this time.

Song Qianxia took out her phone and shoved the photo of the fake Boshan furnace in front of Liu Cheng's eyes, her tone full of disdain.

"But, just now Old Li said this thing looks fake at first glance."

"The counterfeiters are so stupid. Look at the gold and silver inlay technique; the gold wire isn't even embedded to the bottom; it's all just floating on the surface."

"And these rust spots, they're so green they look like they've been poisoned. This is clearly a poorly made, defective product!"

"Anyone in the know can see through this immediately. If I were the employer, I wouldn't even pay the final payment for this kind of work."

Liu Cheng looked up and glared at the excessively young policewoman in front of him, so excited that he spat out his saliva.

"Nonsense! This is a lost art of cold embedding!"

"The gold wire was painstakingly chiseled into the bronze surface using a chisel with a diameter of 0.1 millimeters, and then hammered in perfectly!"

"The rust spots on the surface were created by fermenting seven different strong acids in a basement for a whole month!"

"What do you know, you little brat! Even experts wouldn't be able to spot this skill!"

"They only gave me half a month! Half a month to hammer out a Han Dynasty Boshan censer, and then I still have to add fake rust!"

"This is the best I can do!"

Excited words echoed in the warehouse.

Song Qianxia sat back in her chair, clapped her hands, and smiled like a triumphant little fox.

Wow, that's amazing!

"Your craftsmanship is indeed excellent, but your mentality of forging is unacceptable!"

Liu Cheng froze, only then realizing what he had said, and slumped back in his chair.

"I...I'm not..." He still wanted to make one last struggle.

Gu Tingchen mentally gave her a thumbs up for her combo.

He sat up straight, his gaze filled with a sense of pressure.

"Liu Cheng, the fact that the police have come to you means they have clues."

"If you confess now, that's surrendering yourself. But once we throw the evidence in your face, the nature of the crime will change!"

"Who contacted you about two weeks ago?"

Liu Cheng's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

He slumped to the ground, covered his face with his hands, and his shoulders began to tremble violently.

"I don't know... I really don't know who they are."

"My grandson has acute myocarditis and has been in the intensive care unit for two months."

"The daily medical expenses are several thousand yuan."

"I've borrowed from all my relatives, mortgaged my house, and the hospital has given me an ultimatum: if I don't pay, they'll stop my medication."

Liu Cheng raised his head, tears streaming down his face.

"Just two weeks ago, I received an anonymous same-city delivery."

"There was an anonymous savings card inside, as well as a high-resolution blueprint of the Boshan furnace."

"There's a 500,000 yuan deposit in the card. The attached note says that as long as I can replicate it exactly according to the blueprints..."

"After it's done, I'll transfer another million to my son's account."

Song Qianxia nodded.

This style of doing things is so much like a night owl.

They specifically target marginalized individuals with fatal weaknesses, using large sums of money to cultivate an obedient dog.

"They asked you to make counterfeits, didn't you ever think about what they wanted to do?" Gu Tingchen asked.

"I really don't know!"

Liu Cheng hurriedly tried to explain.

"I never dreamed they would dare send fakes to a museum!"

"Three days ago in the transfer room, I received a text message telling me to come down."

"The surveillance footage went black, and someone handed me a bag, telling me to take it out and destroy it."

"I didn't see anything! I just hid in a blind spot and ran away as soon as the power came back on!"

Liu Cheng knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Officer, if I get arrested, my grandson won't live to see that million... He'll die..."

Song Qianxia felt a little uneasy.

In her past life, she had seen too many people from the lower classes who risked their lives for their families.

What Night Owl is best at is using these people as expendable resources.

Gu Tingchen stood up, his voice cold.

"You can seek help from various sources to save your grandson's life, but he won't live to see that million, and it's definitely not because the police arrested you." "Do you think those wicked people will keep this as leverage against you? What you'll get isn't the final payment, but the road cleaners who will take your place!"

"Hand over the number that sent the anonymous text message, along with your bank card, and try to get leniency. That's the only thing you can do right now."

Song Qianxia raised an eyebrow.

This living devil's methods are comparable to those of negotiation experts in the underworld.

With trembling hands, Liu Cheng pulled a bank card and an old cell phone from the pocket of his inner underwear.

Song Qianxia couldn't help but kick the baseboard at the base of the wall.

"Captain Gu, those Night Owls are so stingy. This skill would be worth at least three million on the black market, but they only offered one and a half million."

Gu Tingchen stopped and glanced at her.

"You're very knowledgeable about black market prices?"

Song Qianxia's heart skipped a beat, and she cursed herself for being too talkative.

"Hehe, I heard this from Jianbao's live stream~"

"If that streamer hadn't switched from treasure hunting to stock trading, I could have learned even more!"