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

Cheng Yan sat upright at the rosewood tea table.

My gaze fell on the last page of the task force roster.

The girl in the photo is smiling carefree.

Wearing a police station intern uniform that was a bit too big.

It appears to pose no threat whatsoever.

Cheng Yan tapped his fingers on the table.

There's something inexplicably off about this girl.

He has an excellent eye for people, especially those who live on the fringes of society.

But the clear eyes in the photo made him feel uneasy.

"Since she likes to be in the spotlight so much."

Cheng Yan picked up his teacup, his smile gentle and refined.

"Then let's include her in the next game too."

He casually tossed the photo into the shredder next to him.

The machine emitted a slight hum as it shredded the photograph into tiny pieces.

three days later.

Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau, second floor auditorium.

Today, the place is as lively as during the Chinese New Year. Even the red velvet curtains, which usually accumulate a layer of dust, have been washed clean by the logistics staff and hung on both sides of the stage.

A long, bright red banner was displayed with several rows of gold-stamped characters: Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau's "Operation Sword" Interim Summary and Commendation Conference.

Song Qianxia, ​​wearing a borrowed, oversized formal police uniform, hid in a corner at the back of the auditorium.

She was holding a calculator on her phone, tapping away at the keys.

Zhao Ming, holding a thermos, came over and peeked at her screen.

"Xiao Song, what are you so engrossed in? You're not even listening to what Director Li is saying."

Song Qianxia didn't even look up, her fingers flying across the screen.

"Deputy Captain Zhao, let me calculate how much money we'll get from today's commendation ceremony."

She pouted, her face practically screaming "money-grubber."

"The bank hostage situation, the cruise ship bomb disposal, and that brick in the shopping mall's underground parking garage."

Song Qianxia counted on her fingers.

"With so many big cases, the bureau should at least give me a five-figure bonus, right? Otherwise, it would be a waste of all those brain cells I've lost."

Zhao Ming chuckled after hearing this and took a sip of goji berry water.

"Five figures? You wish. You know how tight our department's budget is."

Zhao Ming patted her on the shoulder.

"However, the provincial department has specially approved a fund this time, and you'll definitely get a share for your outstanding contribution. Plus the certificate of honor, that'll be enough for you to brag about for the rest of your life."

What good is a certificate of honor? Can you exchange it for pork ribs?

Song Qianxia rolled her eyes inwardly.

In his previous life in the underworld, Thousand Faces' missions started at a rate of millions of US dollars.

Now look what's happened! For a few thousand yuan in bonus, I have to listen to people chanting scriptures.

Just then, Lin Wan, who was in front, turned around.

She had just finished a two-week suspension for self-reflection and returned to work this morning.

Lin Wan looked much more composed than before, and her arrogant, haughty demeanor had completely disappeared.

"Song Qianxia, ​​stop hiding in the back, it's almost your turn to go on stage."

Lin Wan's voice no longer carried its previous sarcastic tone; instead, it carried a hint of warning.

Song Qianxia glanced at her and put her phone in her pocket.

"What's the rush? Old Li was just thanking the city leaders earlier; he can't finish that speech in less than half an hour."

Lin Wan didn't respond, but simply handed over a flowchart in her hand.

"When you go up there to give your speech, don't say anything out of line. The chief specifically instructed you to talk about your heroic deeds in solving the case."

Song Qianxia took the paper and glanced at it haphazardly.

The lyrics above are written in a very patriotic style, with phrases like "not afraid of violence, bravely fighting criminals, and vowing to defend the lives and property of the people to the death."

Song Qianxia's teeth ached from looking at it.

If she were to read it aloud, she would definitely get goosebumps.

Director Li on the stage finally finished his long speech.

He cleared his throat, and his voice carried throughout the auditorium through the microphone.

"Next, please welcome Comrade Song Qianxia, ​​an intern from the special task force who has performed outstandingly in several recent major cases, to the stage!"

Thunderous applause erupted instantly.

Hundreds of people across the office turned their heads in unison, all their eyes falling on Song Qianxia in the back corner.

Song Qianxia froze.

She hates the feeling of being stared at by hundreds of eyes.

In her past life, she was a legendary figure in the underworld, known for her many faces, and she always remained hidden in the shadows.

Occasionally, he'll be in the spotlight, but that's only because someone has a high bounty on his head to arrest him.

The way he stared at her back then was full of scheming, greed, and murderous intent.

Unlike now, where everything is enthusiastic and full of praise.

This open and aboveboard occasion felt more unbearable to her than being in the midst of gunfire.

"Go on, what are you standing there for!" Zhao Ming pushed her from behind.

With a stiff upper lip, Song Qianxia walked mechanically onto the stage.

Because her police uniform was a size too big, her sleeves swung as she walked, making her look like a theatrical performer.

A burst of good-natured laughter came from the audience.

Gu Tingchen sat in the center of the first row.

He was dressed in a crisp uniform today, and the police rank insignia on his shoulders gleamed under the lights.

The man did not laugh.

He looked at the girl who walked onto the stage with her hands and feet clasped together, his gaze calm and profound.

Song Qianxia walked to the center of the stage and took the red certificate of honor from Director Li.

There was also a thick envelope.

As she held the thick envelope, Song Qianxia's previously stiff face instantly broke into a wide smile.

With that thickness, it's definitely worth at least ten thousand yuan in cash.

The director patted her on the shoulder and pushed the microphone in front of her.

"Xiao Song, come here and tell everyone what you were thinking when you faced those vicious criminals."

Song Qianxia held the microphone, looking at the sea of ​​heads below the stage.

What were you thinking?

Of course, I want to clock out of get off work as soon as possible and go home to feed the cat.

But this was obviously not something that could be said in front of hundreds of police officers.

Song Qianxia coughed twice, crumpled the manuscript in her hand into a ball, and stuffed it into her pocket.

"Um... Good afternoon, everyone, leaders and colleagues."

She straightened her posture and tried to make herself look like an honest and conscientious intern.

"Actually, I'm not as amazing as everyone says."

Song Qianxia looked sincere.

"The time I cut the bomb on the cruise ship was because I saw it portrayed like that on TV, with the choice between the red line and the blue line."

"That time in the mall's underground parking lot, it was purely because I was running too fast and couldn't brake in time, and I just happened to knock over the fire extinguisher and it hit that car."

The people in the audience looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Not to mention the time I rescued Sister Lin Wan at the chemical plant. The pipes outside the building were loose to begin with, and when I pulled on them, they carried me up."

Song Qianxia, ​​without blushing or skipping a beat, frantically made up excuses.

"In short, I am grateful for the guidance from my superiors and the care from my colleagues. I am just an ordinary citizen and intern who is incredibly lucky."

After she finished speaking, she bowed deeply to the audience at a ninety-degree angle.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran off the stage.

The speed was so fast that even Director Li didn't have time to react.

The auditorium was silent for two seconds, then erupted into even louder laughter and applause.

"This young Song is quite modest," Director Li said with a smile, shaking his head on the stage.

Zhao Ming was laughing heartily in the audience, and said to Xiao Wang next to him, "This girl is a real character."

Only Gu Tingchen, who was sitting in the first row, kept his eyes following Song Qianxia as she ran back to her seat.

He slowly raised his hand and clapped twice gently.

Good luck?

Gu Tingchen sneered inwardly.

Once is luck, twice is coincidence.

They edited sophisticated composite bombs like scenes from a TV drama.

They treated the mercenaries' counter-reconnaissance routes as pure luck.

This lie is so convincing that even a three-year-old wouldn't be fooled.

But Gu Tingchen didn't expose her.

He knew very well that Song Qianxia was trying her best to hide her abilities on stage.

It's because she's afraid.

She was afraid of being overly scrutinized by this seemingly benevolent system.

This further confirmed his guess that the girl's past definitely held a shocking secret.

The commendation ceremony concluded in a warm atmosphere.

The crowd began to disperse.

Song Qianxia held the thick envelope, feeling secretly pleased.

We have to go out for a good meal tonight, and order the most expensive Australian lobster.

Just as she was deciding what to have for dinner.

Sudden.

The large screen in the auditorium emitted a sharp, crackling electrical sound.

The screen, which was playing a promotional video showcasing the scenery of Wuhan, suddenly went black.