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

Emerging from the abandoned warehouse, Liu Cheng's mental defenses had completely collapsed, and he was sobbing uncontrollably on the table.

In the meeting room temporarily set up on the first floor, three freshly prepared statements were placed on the table.

Old Zheng took a big gulp of strong tea and tapped the notebook on the table.

"That old bastard Chen is a real scoundrel; he got completely exposed with just a little trick."

"The economic crime investigation department has found that he has more than a dozen 'big shots' in his overseas accounts. He confessed that someone paid him to close his eyes for three minutes. That day, when the surveillance footage went black, he pretended to look down at his phone."

Lin Wan pushed another statement over.

"The security supervisor, Liu Dali, also confessed. He received 300,000 yuan and moved the metal cabinet outward by half a meter beforehand, creating that blind spot for the surveillance cameras. He also cut off the power to the surveillance system under the pretext of equipment overload."

Gu Tingchen leaned back in the main seat, his fingers interlaced.

The testimonies of these three people pieced together a perfect switcheroo plan.

Night Owl spent 1.5 million to bribe the restorer to fabricate evidence, 300,000 to bribe the security supervisor to create an opportunity, and 700,000 to bribe the deputy curator to turn a blind eye and let him pass.

With a total cost of less than three million, a magic trick performed right under the noses of the authorities resulted in the exchange of a national treasure valued at eighty million.

"But now there's a big problem."

Old Zheng pointed to the museum building blueprints on the table.

"They put the real item behind that metal cabinet. But after the incident, the surveillance system was restored, and we checked all the surveillance footage until this morning. No one carried a box that was half a person's height out of the building."

A brief silence fell over the meeting room.

Yes, such a large incubator, how could it possibly grow wings and fly away?

Song Qianxia pulled over the drawing and quickly traced the names on it with her fingers.

The dense lines on the blueprints were automatically reconstructed into a three-dimensional model in her mind.

In her past life, she studied countless building blueprints in order to infiltrate various high-security buildings.

"It's impossible for people to smuggle in people." Song Qianxia pointed to the several passages around the transfer room.

"The box is too big. Even after removing the outer packaging, the Boshan furnace itself is too big to fit in a regular backpack, not to mention there is a metal detector at the employee entrance."

Gu Tingchen looked at her. "You mean, it wasn't someone who took it out?"

"Yes, it's not just not a person, it couldn't even be a regular outside vehicle, but..."

Song Qianxia pushed the blueprints aside and pulled over the laptop left behind by Xiao Wang from the technical department.

Fingers flew across the keyboard, and strings of code flashed by.

"How did you get into the Transportation Bureau's external vehicle registration system?" Lin Wan was stunned. "This requires an authorization password from someone at the division level or above!"

Song Qianxia paused, then immediately put on an innocent expression.

"Huh? I just clicked it, and it jumped in by itself..."

"The Municipal Bureau's Technical Section just upgraded its cross-departmental query permissions. Xiao Wang is on the whitelist, so it's a normal operation." Gu Tingchen interrupted Lin Wan's doubts without changing his expression, tapping the table. "Get to the point, what did you find?"

Song Qianxia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, resting her chin on her hand and staring intently at the screen.

"For the past three days, apart from police and security company vehicles, no other vehicles have entered the logistics area. Even the trucks delivering vegetables to the canteen parked at the designated unloading point outside the compound. But..."

Song Qianxia zoomed in on one of the rows of data.

"Look, it's the sanitation department's garbage truck!"

"On the day of the incident, this garbage truck with license plate number Jiang A-H772 came to collect routine garbage once at 6:00 AM. This is normal. What's abnormal is that the truck came again at 3:00 PM that afternoon!"

Lin Wan leaned closer.

"The museum needs to remove its trash every day, but twice a day? Isn't that a bit too frequent?"

Song Qianxia raised her head, her eyes shining brightly.

"Yes, I saw on that blueprint earlier that the spare ventilation duct in the transfer room is connected directly to the garbage dump in the backyard! They slid the real goods down the ventilation duct and mixed them directly into the garbage truck!"

Gu Tingchen stood up.

"Investigate the driving route of this garbage truck!"

With Captain Gu's legitimate endorsement, Song Qianxia's hand speed reached its limit, and she directly hacked into the Traffic Bureau's surveillance system.

Three seconds later, a route map popped up on the screen.

"Jiang A-H772 is currently operating near an abandoned industrial area on the eastern outskirts of Jiangcheng!"

Gu Tingchen grabbed his coat. "Let's go!"

Twenty minutes later, police cars stopped the foul-smelling garbage truck on a dirt road in the eastern suburbs.

The driver, a middle-aged man in his forties, was so frightened that he rolled out of the driver's seat.

"Officer, I haven't been drinking, and I wasn't overloaded!"

Gu Tingchen strode to the back of the car and looked at the garbage compactor that was dripping an unknown liquid.

He turned to look at Song Qianxia.

"Put on your gear and let's search together."

Song Qianxia took two steps back, her face turning green.

The fermented, sour smell, mixed with the stench of rotting vegetable leaves, assaulted my senses.

"Captain Gu, I'm requesting to provide technical support!" Song Qianxia shook her head vigorously.

What a joke! She's the number one legendary figure in the underworld, a woman of a thousand faces. What elegant and luxurious dens of iniquity hasn't she been to?

Now you want her to crawl into the garbage truck and rummage through the trash?

If this got out to Cyrillic territory, people would just commit seppuku!

"Deduct the full attendance bonus, plus all fieldwork subsidies for this month."

Gu Tingchen uttered a single sentence calmly.

"..."

Song Qianxia gritted her teeth.

This living Yama always knows how to get to her weak spot!

"I'll go in! For the safety of the people of Jiangcheng's property!"

With a death wish, Song Qianxia put on two layers of medical gloves and pulled a gas mask from the trunk, putting it on her face.

Gu Tingchen also put on gloves and a mask and was the first to climb into the compression box.

The sticky garbage made a nauseating sound as I stepped on it.

Song Qianxia followed and crawled inside, her stomach churning violently.

"Don't look at the surface, look for structural abnormalities in the carriage." Gu Tingchen rummaged through a pile of waste paper.

Song Qianxia wholeheartedly agreed. Night Owl's people wouldn't just throw away an 80 million yuan national treasure in a garbage dump; it would be too easy for it to be damaged when the compressor starts.

She crouched down, suppressing her nausea, and used her baton to strike the steel plate at the bottom of the carriage.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

All she heard were solid metallic echoes. Until she tapped the area near the back of the driver's cab.

"Thump, thump".

The voice has changed.

"Captain Gu! The sound here is hollow; there's a hidden layer!" Song Qianxia pointed to the grime-covered steel plate at her feet.

Gu Tingchen strode over and used his baton to push aside the rotten vegetable leaves.

Sure enough, beneath the thick layer of grime, one could vaguely see a ring of traces from later welding.

"Zhou Zheng! Bring the demolition tools!" Gu Tingchen shouted to the SWAT officers outside.

Two minutes later, the hydraulic shears cut through the steel plate.

A black, waterproof, and shockproof high-grade sealed bag lay quietly in the interlayer.

Gu Tingchen took out the sealed bag, unzipped it, and peeled off the thick protective foam.

The Han Dynasty inlaid gold and silver Boshan censer, valued at 80 million yuan, was presented to the public in perfect condition.

The ancient bronze artifacts gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the sunlight.

Song Qianxia ripped off her gas mask, gasped for breath, looked at the national treasure, and couldn't help but swear.

"Those bastards, they've crammed 80 million worth of stuff into a garbage truck, what a waste!"

Gu Tingchen carefully put the Boshan incense burner back into the sealed bag.

He turned his head and looked at Song Qianxia, ​​who was covered in indescribable stains, a smile flashing in his eyes.

"Well done, congratulations on saving the national treasure and keeping your bonus."

Song Qianxia wailed, "Captain Gu, this job needs extra pay! My clothes are completely ruined!"