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

A pure black SUV braked suddenly and came to a steady stop outside the warning line.

The car door opened, and a pair of long, straight legs stepped out first.

Immediately afterwards, a tall man stepped out of the carriage.

The man was wearing a black windbreaker over a dark shirt, with the collar slightly open.

His features were cold and hard, with distinct contours.

His eyes were deep and sharp, carrying a sense of oppression that made people afraid to look directly at him.

He just stood there, doing nothing, and the air around him inexplicably grew colder.

The reporters, who had been making a racket like ducks, all fell silent.

They didn't even dare to flash the camera too quickly, for fear of angering this living devil.

Gu Tingchen is the captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau.

The youngest detective in the police force, a legendary figure with a 100% case-solving rate.

In Jiangcheng, whether you're in the underworld or the legitimate world, you'll tremble at the mere mention of this name.

He is decisive in his actions, swift in his methods, and ruthless in his character.

What I hate most are incompetent subordinates and media who cause trouble on site.

"Captain Gu!"

When the officers, who were covered in sweat, saw him, they looked at him as if he were their savior and immediately stood up straight and saluted.

Gu Tingchen strode across the cordon.

He didn't even glance at the reporters; his gaze was fixed directly on the bank's entrance.

"What's the situation at the scene?" he asked as he walked, his voice crisp and clear.

The deputy captain, Zhao Ming, who was following behind him, quickly opened the notebook in his hand.

"Captain Gu, the situation is extremely difficult."

"The theft occurred in a vault on the third basement level, which contained 30 million consecutive old banknotes that were to be destroyed."

"At eight o'clock in the morning, when the bank staff were preparing to open the vault to count the money, they discovered that all the money inside had disappeared."

Gu Tingchen walked straight into the bank lobby without stopping.

"Is there any sign of damage to the door lock?"

Zhao Ming shook his head, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

"No, there are absolutely no signs of prying or cutting."

"The vault door is made of titanium alloy and weighs two tons. It can only be opened using both the bank president's retina and fingerprint."

Gu Tingchen turned to look at the bank manager who was trembling beside him.

The bank manager was a portly man in his fifties with a receding hairline, who was constantly wiping away sweat with a handkerchief.

"Captain Gu, I swear, I didn't leave home after getting off work last night!"

"My nanny and wife can vouch for me!"

Gu Tingchen withdrew his gaze and continued walking towards the basement.

"What about the surveillance footage? Were there any suspicious individuals entering or leaving?"

"That's the weirdest part!" Zhao Ming's voice rose unconsciously.

"The technical staff have reviewed all the surveillance footage from when we left work last night until we opened the door this morning."

"The footage shows no signs of editing or stuttering; it's perfectly normal."

"Furthermore, the infrared alarm system inside the vault has always been on and has never been triggered."

Gu Tingchen finally stopped.

He stood before the heavy vault doors, looking out at the empty interior.

Several forensic experts at the scene were meticulously searching with magnifying glasses and ultraviolet lamps.

When the expert leading the team saw Gu Tingchen, he sighed helplessly.

"Little Gu, this case is really strange."

"No fingerprints, footprints, or even a single extra hair were found at the scene."

"The ventilation duct is only ten centimeters in diameter; not even a cat can squeeze through it."

"These tens of millions in cash would weigh dozens of kilograms; how could they possibly disappear into thin air?"

"This is practically the perfect locked-room heist; it's impossible for a crime to have occurred!"

Listening to the expert's analysis, the surrounding police officers all gasped in shock.

Millions of dollars were transferred in a completely enclosed environment without any signs of damage or alarms being triggered.

This is something that cannot be done by human power.

Is it really a case of seeing a ghost?

Gu Tingchen didn't say anything. He put on white gloves and walked into the empty vault alone.

His gaze was like a sophisticated scanner, sweeping across every corner of the walls, floor, and ceiling.

He then crouched down and stopped next to a shelf leg where cash was stored.

He extended his gloved fingers and lightly rubbed them against the bottom of the shelf leg.

He raised his hand, and there was a tiny bit of grayish-white powder on his fingertips.

Gu Tingchen twirled the powder in his hand, his eyes suddenly sharpening.

Meanwhile, at this moment, at the edge of the cordon outside the bank.

Song Qianxia was leaning against a utility pole, holding a cup of hot soy milk she had just bought from a roadside vendor.

As she sipped her soy milk, her gaze, peering through the glass door, accurately caught Gu Tingchen's silhouette.

For some reason, a chill ran down her spine the moment she saw this man.

That was the intuitive radar she possessed in her past life as a top criminal when facing extremely dangerous individuals.

This man exudes a dangerous aura.

That kind of focused and keen gaze, like a cheetah eyeing its prey, makes it a force to be reckoned with.

"He's quite handsome, but his aura is too menacing; he could easily kill someone."

As Song Qianxia chewed on her straw, she silently labeled Gu Tingchen in her mind: extremely dangerous, must stay away.

She didn't want to be targeted by this workaholic tycoon right after she made the vow to be a couch potato.

Just then, Lin Wan stormed out of the bank.

She spotted Song Qianxia hiding behind a utility pole, drinking soy milk, and nearly smashed her walkie-talkie in anger.

"Song Qianxia! Everyone inside is working themselves to the bone, and you're here drinking soy milk?!"

Lin Wan rushed over in three steps and snatched the notebook from Song Qianxia's hand.

When I opened it, all I saw were a few crookedly drawn turtles; there wasn't a single word written on it.

"You! What kind of stuff did you write down?!" Lin Wan was so angry that her face turned green.

Song Qianxia blinked innocently, her tone very sincere.

"Sister Lin, that old lady just said she saw a crow. I don't know how to write the word 'crow,' so I drew a turtle instead."

"Anyway, they all have the character 'Wu' in their names, so the meaning is pretty much the same."

Lin Wan's blood pressure soared from her righteous and absurd reasoning, and her hand trembled as she pointed at her nose.

"Get inside! Help move the evidence boxes from the scene!"

"If you dare to slack off again, I'll report you to Captain Gu immediately and deduct all your internship points!"

Upon hearing the name "Captain Gu," Song Qianxia cursed inwardly.

To protect her job, she could only feign a submissive demeanor and quickly slipped into the bank lobby.

As soon as you enter the gate, a sense of oppression hits you.

All the officers held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Song Qianxia lowered her head, trying to minimize her presence, and moved along the wall towards the stairwell.

She just wanted to finish moving the boxes and slip away as quickly as possible.

Just as she was about to reach the basement entrance, Gu Tingchen came up from below.

The two met at the narrow entrance of the staircase.

Song Qianxia subconsciously took a step to the side, lowered her head, and looked at her toes.

Gu Tingchen didn't stop walking and brushed past her.

But in the instant the two passed each other, Song Qianxia's keen nose suddenly caught a faint scent.

It doesn't smell like men's perfume, nor does it smell like laundry detergent.

It had a distinctive chemical odor, a mixture of potassium nitrate and sulfur.

Only people who are in constant contact with homemade explosives or special explosives will have this smell on their bodies.

Song Qianxia's pupils suddenly contracted.

She looked up at Gu Tingchen's tall and straight back, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

What did this man just find in the vault?

It seems that this so-called "impossible crime" was just a poorly executed smokescreen.

Song Qianxia's lips curled up slightly, then she quickly suppressed it.

This is none of her business.

She's a useless policewoman; solving cases is a detective's job.

Her top priority now is to move that incredibly heavy box of evidence.

Then, as soon as it's 5:30 PM, I immediately clock out.

Song Qianxia hummed an off-key tune and walked briskly into the basement.

Gu Tingchen, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped and turned around to look at the policewoman whose back looked rather cheerful.

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

In that brief moment when their eyes met, he seemed to sense a sharp gaze.

But when he looked over, he only saw the back of a timid intern.

"Did I see wrong?" Gu Tingchen looked away and strode out of the bank.