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

The fat buyer standing in front was somewhat dissatisfied upon hearing this.

"You want to take my car keys too? This car is a limited edition; can you afford to compensate me if I lose it?"

The manager in the tuxedo maintained his smile.

"The deep sea has its own rules. Please cooperate."

As he finished speaking, two heavily armed mercenaries took a step forward.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pressed down slightly, intentionally or unintentionally.

The fat man obediently took out all his odds and ends and threw them into the metal tray next to him.

"Please stand inside the scanner." The manager gestured for them to proceed.

The fat man went inside, and the machine emitted two beams of green light, scanning him up and down.

He was then asked to move to another machine for an eye scan.

After confirming everything was correct, the mercenary handed him a plain black, anonymous metal card.

"Your seat number. Have a pleasant evening."

The fat man took the card and walked into the passage without looking back.

Song Qianxia couldn't help but click her tongue inwardly.

The Night Owls are getting more and more afraid of death.

It was their turn.

Gu Tingchen didn't even lift his eyelids, and opened his arms.

Song Qianxia immediately got into character, quickly stepped forward, took a custom-made phone from the inside pocket of Gu Tingchen's suit, and threw it into the tray.

She then opened her handbag and dumped it on the security checkpoint table.

Lipstick, face powder, pepper spray, a few packets of mints, and that brass-colored Zippo lighter.

Two technicians wearing goggles stood behind the security checkpoint.

One of them used a metal detector to carefully scan all the items.

Fortunately, the communicator in their heel was a physical vibration device without any electronic components, so the detector couldn't detect it at all.

"Please come forward for iris scanning." The lobby manager gestured for them to proceed.

Gu Tingchen rested his chin on the scanner holder.

A green light swept across.

The machine beeped, and the screen displayed Gu Tingchen's fake identity in this black market.

"Please come forward, ma'am." The lobby manager looked at Song Qianxia.

She pretended to be scared and took half a step back, hiding behind Gu Tingchen.

"Boss, is there any radiation? I just had a cosmetic procedure, and I can't expose my face to strong light."

Gu Tingchen turned to look at her, his eyes showing a hint of impatience.

"Stop talking nonsense! You're ruining my business. I'll fire you when we get back!"

Song Qianxia walked to the machine with a pitiful expression.

A red beam of light shone on her eyes, and the machine began scanning.

As someone with a thousand faces, I understand the principles behind this machine perfectly well.

Before coming, I specially got a pair of custom-made colored contact lenses from the technical department.

The machine beeped, and the screen displayed that the data acquisition was complete.

Song Qianxia breathed a sigh of relief, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the security guard pick up a lighter from the table.

The security officer, wearing gloves, placed his thumb on the lighter's hinge, ready to push it open to the left.

If you push it open by just half a millimeter, the tiny lens, no bigger than a pinhead, inside the flint tube will be completely exposed.

Song Qianxia rushed over in her high heels.

He snatched the Zippo lighter from the security guard's hand.

"What are you doing!" The security guard was startled by her sudden action.

The two mercenaries beside her raised their assault rifles, the dark muzzles pointing directly at Song Qianxia.

Song Qianxia's eyes were red with anxiety.

"Don't you have eyes?! This is a lucky charm that our CEO Gu had blessed by a high-ranking monk when he opened his first mine in Africa!"

"If you damage it, you'll ruin Mr. Gu's fortune. Can you afford to compensate for it?"

Gu Tingchen put one hand in his pocket.

"What, I brought tens of millions of dollars to support you, and I'm being treated like a thief?"

The two mercenaries turned to look at the lobby manager.

The lobby manager was not intimidated and maintained his impeccable professional smile.

"These are the rules of the deep sea, please understand. If you do not cooperate, we will have to ask you to disembark."

Gu Tingchen slammed his hand on the security check table.

"Can't you understand human language?"

"If I, Gu, come to show my support and can't even protect a little trinket, how will I face anyone after this gets out?"

Song Qianxia quickly handed over a cigar, and then, in front of the lobby manager, she held up a lighter and fawned over the boss, lighting it for him.

"It's just a regular lighter."

"Which business owner doesn't believe in superstitions? Can't you just be lenient?"

The manager looked at the real flame.

It was indeed an ordinary brass lighter, with some dents and scratches on the edges.

It was indeed filled with flint and fuel, and the combustion was normal.

She glanced again at Gu Tingchen's increasingly impatient face.

"Since it's something you wear close to your body, then forget about it."

The lobby manager raised his hand, signaling the mercenary to put down his gun and hand over a metal card.

"Please come in, gentlemen."

Song Qianxia grabbed it, snorted coldly, and followed Gu Tingchen into the metal passage.

Gu Tingchen said in a low voice.

"The show is about to begin."

Song Qianxia stood behind him very naturally.

"Assistant Song is ready."

It's time to visit old friends.

……

Meanwhile, dozens of kilometers away, in the faculty office of Jiangcheng University.

The computer screen is displaying live footage of the security checkpoint.

A man in a gray bespoke suit sat in front of the screen, swirling a cup of gongfu tea in his hand.

Cheng Yan pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a gentle smile playing on his refined face.

"Captain Gu, that's quite the acting!"

His gaze lingered on the replay of Gu Tingchen and Song Qianxia passing through security.

I watched it over and over again.

"Request to connect with the night watchman."

The screen showed a short-haired woman wearing a tight-fitting combat suit.

Bai Ya pushed up his thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

She was still holding her ever-present notebook in her hand.

"Most of the buyers have already boarded the ship."

"Since you knew they were police officers, why didn't you just kill them at the door?"

Cheng Yan took a sip of tea, his eyes revealing a morbid excitement.

"Killing them is no fun. The living devil of Jiangcheng City Bureau actually came to our ship as a buyer. How exciting is this show?"

"His female assistant has a very steady hand. Should I go and test her?" Bai Ya asked.

Cheng Yan shook his head.

He also vaguely remembered the loud and boisterous female assistant who followed Gu Tingchen around.

But he didn't think of anything else.

"No need. These buyers aren't our target tonight."

"Open the door and wait for Thousand Faces to walk in by himself."

Cheng Yan stared at the rolling black waves on the screen.

"She will definitely come."

"Once the news of the Pandora Key gets out, she will have no choice."