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

The air in the basement was indescribably stuffy.

After much effort, Song Qianxia finally moved the evidence box filled with miscellaneous items to the designated location.

She shook her aching arms and silently berated the original owner's physical abilities a hundred times over in her mind.

With those skinny arms and legs, forget about catching a thief; the wind a thief creates while running fast could knock her over.

Just as she was about to find a corner to hide in, a commotion broke out at the entrance to the basement.

Gu Tingchen strode back.

Behind him, the deputy captain, Zhao Ming, was rapidly jotting something down with a pen.

The temperature in the entire basement seemed to drop a few degrees because of the man's arrival.

Everyone involuntarily stopped what they were doing, and even their breathing became softer.

"Tech team, don't just look at last night's surveillance footage!"

Gu Tingchen's voice was crisp and clear, without any hesitation.

"Pull up all the surveillance footage from the past month and show it to me frame by frame."

"I need to know who has lingered or looked around in front of the surveillance cameras in the past month, even if it was just to tie their shoelaces."

The technical team leader immediately straightened his back and responded loudly.

"Yes, Captain Gu! Execute immediately!"

Gu Tingchen turned his gaze to the other side.

"Forensic team, don't just focus on the facade and the combination lock."

"We need to re-examine everything, including the gaps in the doors, the filters in the ventilation ducts, and even the dust distribution in the corners of the walls."

"I refuse to believe that tens of millions of dollars in cash can grow wings and fly away in a secret room."

The forensic officers quickly grabbed their equipment and got back to work.

Immediately afterwards, he turned to look at Zhao Ming behind him.

"Go and notify the branch office to detain and question all bank employees, including cleaners and security guards."

"Check their bank statements and communication records for the past six months, and whether they have been in contact with any suspicious persons overseas."

"I need to see everyone's background check reports before I leave work today."

Zhao Ming nodded vigorously, grabbed the notebook, and ran out.

Song Qianxia stood behind a load-bearing pillar not far away, listening to the series of instructions, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

Clear thinking, hitting the nail on the head, and exceptional execution.

This man named Gu Tingchen does indeed have some real skills.

Compared to those Interpol agents who used to chase her all over the world and just made a lot of noise, he was clearly a tough one to deal with.

But none of this concerns her.

She's just a lazy intern now.

Hurry up and check, so she can leave work on time and go to the cafeteria to grab braised pork.

Just then, the sound of thick-soled shoes broke the solemn atmosphere.

Lin Wan, holding several newly copied documents, greeted them with a broad smile.

She carefully adjusted the collar of her uniform, striving to present her most capable and professional appearance.

"Captain Gu, this is a summary of the eyewitness statements I just compiled. Please take a look."

Lin Wan's voice was at least eight degrees gentler than when she spoke to Song Qianxia.

Gu Tingchen didn't even glance at the documents in her hand.

His gaze remained fixed on the vault area ahead.

"Were there any valuable eyewitness accounts at the scene?"

Lin Wan's smile froze for a moment, and she quickly answered.

"There are no direct sightings of the suspect yet, but some suspicious activity has been reported by bystanders."

Gu Tingchen turned his head and gave her a cold look.

"Since it's not valuable, let's leave it for now. The focus now is on what's inside the vault."

Lin Wan was speechless after hearing that, but dared not show her dissatisfaction.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Song Qianxia, ​​who was hiding behind a pillar, slacking off.

A wicked thought instantly popped into my head.

The best way for her to demonstrate her sense of responsibility to Captain Gu is to put this bottom-of-the-barrel good-for-nothing down in her lap.

"Captain Gu, actually, Song Qianxia was in charge of taking the statements from the perimeter just now."

Lin Wan deliberately raised her voice to draw everyone's attention.

"She's a new intern who just joined this year, and her professional skills are really terrible."

"She can't even write a proper statement. I just checked her notebook, and it's full of scribbles."

"Having such a person at the crime scene will only cause trouble for everyone and seriously affect the efficiency of the investigation."

Suddenly called out, Song Qianxia cursed the national essence in her heart.

Is Lin Wan a mad dog?

It will bite anyone it catches to make its presence known.

She just wanted to be a quiet background figure, why is that so difficult?

Gu Tingchen's gaze followed Lin Wan's line of sight and landed on the girl wearing a police uniform that was a size too big behind the load-bearing pillar.

Song Qianxia immediately lowered her head, clutching the hem of her clothes with both hands, looking cowardly and as if she had done something wrong.

His shoulders even trembled slightly in response.

He portrayed a useless intern who suffered all kinds of grievances but dared not resist with remarkable depth.

Gu Tingchen stared at her for two seconds.

That strange intuition I had at the stairwell came back to me.

The girl looked timid and hesitant, but her posture and muscle condition were not at all what one would expect from someone under extreme stress.

Too relaxed.

It was as relaxing as visiting a tourist attraction.

However, now is not the time to manage an intern.

Gu Tingchen withdrew his gaze, completely ignoring Lin Wan's provocation.

"Just do your own job. If you think there aren't enough people, then fill in for them yourself."

He left those words behind and headed straight for the vault door.

Lin Wan stood there, her face turning pale and then red, so embarrassed she could dig her toes out of her skin.

She glared at Song Qianxia fiercely and stormed off.

Seeing that the alarm had been lifted, Song Qianxia secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked up, her gaze passing over the bustling crowd, and fell back on the massive vault door.

I couldn't see it clearly from a distance when I was outside.

Now that they were closer, her eyes, which had been like a human scanner in her past life, immediately caught many details that ordinary people could not notice.

This door is touted as the top-of-the-line explosion-proof and burglarproof door on the market.

The dark gray metallic surface gleamed with a cold, hard luster.

The door frame is surrounded by a dense array of infrared sensors and biometric probes.

It appears to be indestructible and without any flaws.

But in Song Qianxia's eyes, this thing was so familiar that it made her want to laugh.

Isn't this the same "Pandora II" security system that was phased out on the black market in Cyrillic three years ago?

Back then, this dilapidated door was said to be able to withstand missile attacks, but it was destroyed by a small program she wrote.

It took less than 30 seconds to completely disable the central control system.

As a result, the stock of the security company that manufactured the door also hit its daily limit down for three consecutive days.

Unexpectedly, this piece of junk was treated as a treasure by Jiangcheng Central Bank.

They're still using this physical closed-loop structure that's been overused by the hacker community.

Song Qianxia curled her lips, a mocking glint in her eyes.

This kind of door, once you understand its physical backdoor, doesn't even need a password; you can open it with your eyes closed.

It seems that losing those 30 million was truly not unjustified.

She leaned against the support pillar, watching the experts circle around the gate with a bored expression.

I've already started planning the lunch menu in my head.

Today is Thursday, so we should have sweet and sour pork ribs today.

I wonder if I'll still be able to snag some good meat if I go too late.

While she was lost in thought, the discussions coming from the experts were becoming increasingly absurd.