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

Two o'clock in the morning.

The Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau building was brightly lit, like a fortress that never sleeps.

Everyone in every department is working themselves to the bone about tonight's attack.

Only the rooftop was so quiet that you could hear the wind whistling through the lightning rod.

The early autumn night breeze carried a great chill.

Song Qianxia wrapped her oversized police uniform jacket tighter around herself and slowly followed Gu Tingchen onto the rooftop.

There were no lights on the rooftop.

Only the neon lights of the distant city illuminated their shadows, casting long shadows.

Song Qianxia frantically calculated in her mind.

Escape Plan A: Take the first green train tomorrow morning directly to the southwestern border.

Escape Plan B: Take a bus overnight to the next province, then transfer to an unlicensed taxi.

No matter which one I choose, I absolutely cannot stay in Jiangcheng.

Now that Night Owl has blatantly displayed the words "Thousand Faces" on the city bureau's computer, all the firepower will definitely be focused on him.

With her current frail body, she can only handle a few henchmen.

If you were to be surrounded by Night Owl's elite assassins, you would definitely be riddled with bullets.

What's even more deadly is this living devil in front of us.

Gu Tingchen's intuition is frighteningly accurate.

Just now in the technical department, the way he looked at me clearly showed that he was already suspicious.

Gu Tingchen walked to the railing at the edge of the rooftop and stopped.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and pulled one out.

But he didn't light it; he just held it to his nose and smelled the tobacco.

"Captain Gu." Song Qianxia cleared her throat, deciding to strike first.

"If you're going to deduct my bonus because I didn't rush in to fight the criminals in the evidence storage area, I won't accept that."

Song Qianxia started her unreasonable and argumentative mode.

"I'm just an intern, I only get a fixed salary each month, and I have to save up to buy cat food."

Gu Tingchen turned around and leaned against the railing.

In the darkness, the lines of his face appeared particularly hard and cold.

He didn't respond to Song Qianxia's nonsense.

I just watched her quietly.

This silence is more unsettling than a loud interrogation.

Song Qianxia felt her scalp tingle under his gaze, so she simply shut her mouth and prepared to face his rapid and intense interrogation.

Ask away.

They asked me why I could understand dark web code.

They asked me why I was so skilled.

They asked me if I was that damned "Thousand Faces".

If you dare to ask, I'll play dead to the very end.

Song Qianxia had even prepared three versions of her own excuses.

However, what Gu Tingchen said stunned Song Qianxia.

"Song Qianxia." Gu Tingchen's voice was steady, though it was slightly disturbed by the night breeze.

I won't ask what you've been through before.

Song Qianxia suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with astonishment.

Gu Tingchen crumpled the cigarette in his hand and casually threw it into the trash can next to him.

He took a step forward, closing the distance between them.

Everyone has a past they don't want others to know. It might be terrible, it might be dangerous.

Gu Tingchen looked into her eyes.

"As the head of the criminal investigation team of Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau, I should have investigated all the destabilizing factors thoroughly or removed them from the team directly."

Upon hearing this, Song Qianxia subconsciously took a half step back, her fingers clenching the hem of her clothes.

Gu Tingchen noticed her wariness.

He didn't press closer, but said earnestly, "But for now, I choose to reserve the right to scrutinize you."

Song Qianxia was completely dumbfounded.

What kind of psychological warfare is this living Yama playing?

No censorship? No thorough investigation?

Does this fit your image of being incorruptible and impartial?

"Captain Gu, don't scare me. What do you want to ask?" Song Qianxia couldn't help but ask, even losing her usual nonchalant tone.

Gu Tingchen looked at her.

"I won't ask anything."

"But I have one request."

Gu Tingchen's gaze was even clearer than the night breeze.

"As long as you wear this police uniform, as long as you're in my team."

"You must remember one thing."

Song Qianxia opened her mouth, "What?"

"Don't shoulder this alone," Gu Tingchen said, enunciating each word clearly.

The wind seemed to pause for a moment.

Song Qianxia stood there, stunned.

In her past life, as a person with a thousand faces, she had heard countless commands.

Go kill, go steal, go work for the boss's profit.

When she was in dire straits, the logic of the underworld was: find a place far away to die, so as not to implicate the organization.

There has never been any one person, any one identity.

I would tell her, "Don't shoulder this alone."

Song Qianxia felt as if something was blocking her throat.

Seeing her in a daze, Gu Tingchen didn't say anything more.

He raised his hand and very restrainedly patted her shoulder twice.

"Night Owl's men have no bottom line. From now on, do not stray from the main group and act alone."

"Go back and get some sleep. Back to work tomorrow."

After saying that, Gu Tingchen turned and walked towards the stairwell.

Pushing open the door, they disappeared into the light.

Song Qianxia stood alone on the dark rooftop, the wind blowing her hair into a mess.

She looked down at the flashing police lights, at the city that, though chaotic, was still striving to maintain order.

She suddenly didn't want to run anymore.

If even Gu Tingchen, a man of the highest principles, is willing to give her a chance.

As Song Qianxia, ​​why can't she try to live in the light once?

Song Qianxia rubbed her slightly sore nose.

"That living devil really knows how to manipulate people," she muttered under her breath.

At the same time.

In a riverside villa, extremely far from the municipal bureau.

The basement was transformed into a luxurious intelligence center.

Cheng Yan, wearing a silk bathrobe and holding a glass of red wine, sat in front of a huge screen.

The screen is playing footage of tonight's operation at the city police's evidence storage facility.

The video was clearly taken using some kind of miniature pinhole device, and the footage is somewhat shaky.

The scene freezes on the moment Gu Tingchen and the black-clad leader exchange blows.

At the edge of the frame, Song Qianxia, ​​who was hiding behind the isolation door, was captured.

Cheng Yan took a sip of red wine and used the remote control to zoom in on the face at the edge of the screen.

The girl's eyes were calm, even revealing a chilling excitement.

That was definitely not an ordinary policeman who would only be afraid when faced with danger.

Cheng Yan put down his wine glass and walked to the control panel.

He pulled up a top-secret file.

The file title consists of only a black owl logo.

Cheng Yan swiped the mouse, comparing the photo of Song Qianxia at today's commendation meeting with the screenshot of her in the underground evidence repository.

He picked up a red marker from the table.

A large red circle was drawn around Song Qianxia's photo on the screen.

Then he typed four words next to it.

"Closely monitor."

Cheng Yan looked at the screen, a cold, elegant smile playing on his lips.

"Thousand Faces is dead. But what if this girl is her shadow..."

Cheng Yan leaned back in the silk chair.

"This game in Jiangcheng is getting more and more interesting."