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

In late October, the leaves in Wuhan began to turn yellow.

The municipal bureau is now conducting its annual intern assessment. This will determine whether they can be successfully promoted to full-time positions and obtain permanent employment in two months.

Everyone was extremely nervous.

Except for Song Qianxia.

Early in the morning, the office was packed with people.

Lin Wan sat in the supervisor's seat, holding a stack of performance evaluation and allocation sheets in her hand.

A few days ago, Gu Tingchen sent her to maintain order at the site of an illegal construction site, where she was exposed to the sun for four whole days. Her originally fair skin has now darkened by two shades, and she exudes a gloomy aura like a resentful woman.

Today she finally had the opportunity to exercise her office duties, how could she possibly let this opportunity pass?

"Zhang Wei, here are the lottery results. You're going to follow up on the burglary cases in the South District through interviews and investigations."

"Li Li, go to the Technical Investigation Department to assist in retrieving the surveillance video."

The interns received their assignments one by one and breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was tiring, these were all fieldwork tasks that were likely to yield good results.

When it was Song Qianxia's turn...

Lin Wan didn't even let her draw lots. Instead, she picked up a thick stack of dusty folders and slammed them onto the table with a "bang".

Dust filled the air, causing several people nearby to cough.

"Song Qianxia." Lin Wan sneered, her eyes full of provocation.

"The task force has recently taken on a major case. To reduce everyone's workload, the bureau has decided to clear out the backlog of case files."

She pointed to the mountain of documents on the table.

"Your assessment task is to review all the unsolved cases in the North District over the past three years."

"Classify and archive the data, enter it into the electronic system, and write a detailed cross-comparison report."

These words were spoken.

The surrounding interns all gasped.

This is the most tedious, tedious, and error-prone life-and-death problem.

Thousands of case files—it would be exhausting to read them all. And unsolved cases simply don't offer any new clues. It's pure drudgery.

It's clearly a deliberate attempt to make things difficult.

"Sister Lin, this workload is too much," a young policewoman whispered in support. "How can Qianxia handle it all by herself?"

Lin Wan turned her head sharply and glared at her.

"Too much? Why are you going to help her?"

The policewoman was so frightened that she quickly shut her mouth.

Lin Wan looked down at Song Qianxia again.

"These are strict targets set by the bureau. If you fail the assessment, you're fired. That's the rule, and even Captain Gu can't protect you."

She fully expected Song Qianxia to throw a tantrum on the spot, or to cry in grievance.

Instead of getting angry, Song Qianxia's eyes lit up.

"No fieldwork? Just staying in the archives?" Song Qianxia asked.

"Yes." Lin Wan snorted coldly. "Eight hours a day, until you finish tidying up."

Song Qianxia almost burst out laughing.

What kind of divine mission is this?!

The archives are on the second basement level. They're warm in winter and cool in summer, and there are no security cameras. More importantly, no supervisor is constantly watching over them!

It's practically a dream destination for working-class people!

"Thank you for taking care of me, Sister Lin!" Song Qianxia picked up the stack of files, her smile bright. "I love reading storybooks. I promise I'll complete the task!"

Lin Wan was speechless at her reaction. The feeling of punching cotton made her extremely unhappy.

"Don't be so smug. If you don't finish the report, you'll regret it!" Lin Wan turned her head away angrily, ignoring her.

Half an hour later.

The archives room is located on the second basement floor.

The air here is cold and damp, and rows of tall metal cabinets are crammed with old cases from years ago.

Song Qianxia tossed the case file onto the table. She pulled a bag of sunflower seeds from her pocket and leaned comfortably back in her old-fashioned rocking chair.

It's so peaceful. So peaceful.

While cracking sunflower seeds, she casually flipped to the top file.

I originally planned to just write a report and get by.

But I only read two pages.

Her movements stopped.

The occupational hazard of the top brain in the underground world in his previous life has inappropriately flared up.

This is a building materials market fraud case from three years ago.

The case involved a relatively small amount, around 500,000 yuan. The suspect used a shell company to purchase goods and then absconded.

Song Qianxia's gaze did not linger on the suspect's portrait, but instead focused on the appendix detailing the flow of funds.

The payment of 500,000 yuan was transferred out in four different accounts. Finally, it was deposited into a corporate account called "Haisheng Trading".

She set the file aside.

Then I opened the second one.

The case of the missing truck driver two years ago. The driver disappeared along with his truck, and his family received an anonymous remittance of 200,000 yuan.

The bank where the remittance account was opened was the same branch as "Haisheng Trading". In fact, the account opening dates were only three days apart.

Song Qianxia sat up straight and stopped eating the sunflower seeds.

She quickly flipped through the files in her hands, reading ten lines at a glance.

A fatal fight at an underground casino last year.

A case of embezzlement of public funds by a company's finance department six months ago.

The case of selling counterfeit drugs three months ago.

These seemingly unrelated cases sometimes even involve different types of crimes.

But in Song Qianxia's eyes...

These files are like pieces of a broken jigsaw puzzle.

If you piece them together according to the underlying logic of fund flows, you will discover a huge and hidden network.

Every penny of embezzled funds, regardless of its amount, will be laundered through two to three layers of laundering.

Ultimately, the money was transferred to several specific shell companies.

Then they break the large sum down into smaller amounts and disappear into offshore accounts overseas.

"Many grains of sand make a tower. Ants move house."

Song Qianxia muttered to herself, her fingers tracing rapid lines across the yellowed paper.

This method is exactly the same as the data theft case involving seven convenience stores in the North District! Both cases involve building a huge money laundering pool through the most basic and inconspicuous channels.

Night Owl and his gang didn't just arrive in Jiangcheng recently.

They began setting up their operations here at least three years ago. The entire underground criminal activities in the North District, and even half of Jiangcheng, have unknowingly become their money laundering tools.

Song Qianxia became more and more energetic the more she looked at it.

She found all the red, blue, and whiteboard markers. She then dragged a large whiteboard from the archives.

They started drawing various circles, lines, and arrows representing funds on it.

Originally, the salted fish just wanted to slack off, but before he knew it, he was working overtime.

Six o'clock in the afternoon. It's time to leave work.

In the task force office, everyone was preparing to pack up and leave.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

Song Qianxia, ​​carrying a stack of files half her height, slammed them onto Gu Tingchen's desk.

The dust was kicked up high.

Gu Tingchen was reviewing the follow-up report on the convenience store case when he was startled and looked up.

"What are you doing?" Gu Tingchen asked, looking at her.

The little girl's hair was a bit messy, and there was a gray mark on her fair face. But her eyes revealed a chilling sharpness.

"Submit the assessment report." Song Qianxia patted the dust off her hands.

"Captain Gu. Do the people from the North District Police Station usually just drink tea?"

Song Qianxia pointed to the pile of files.

"This isn't some cold case. This is a money laundering network that's been operating for at least three years!"

The office fell silent instantly.

Zhao Ming and Lin Wan, who had just come out, were both stunned.

"Song Qianxia, ​​what nonsense are you spouting!" Lin Wan shouted angrily. "I told you to organize the files, and you're making up stories?"

Gu Tingchen ignored Lin Wan.

He stood up and casually flipped to the top file.

Inside were several hand-drawn charts of fund flows by Song Qianxia.

The intersecting red lines clearly outline the money laundering loop between several shell companies. The amount and time at each node are clearly marked.

Gu Tingchen's gaze followed the lines.

I only watched it for half a minute.

His expression changed completely. This was definitely not a logical chain that an intern could have made up.

This is a massive network that is enough to shake the entire police force in Jiangcheng.

Gu Tingchen slammed the file shut.

"Zhao Ming, lock the door." Gu Tingchen looked up, a storm brewing in his eyes. "Notify everyone, cancel all leave tonight."

"Special task force, we've got a big job!"