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Time flies.

A week has passed since the city police's evidence vault was hacked.

During this week, the entire Jiangcheng police force entered a state of highest alert.

Gu Tingchen led the task force and arrested all the peripheral henchmen who were responsible for luring the enemy away that night.

Unfortunately, those henchmen were all low-level thugs who were paid to do things and didn't even know who their employer was.

The higher-ups at Night Owl seemed to have vanished into thin air, never to be seen again.

The major case has come to a temporary close, but the tedious follow-up work is about to begin.

3 PM.

Gu Tingchen sat alone in the captain's office.

The blinds were drawn tightly shut, and the main lights were off inside.

On the desk was an unmarked manila file folder.

Gu Tingchen lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then placed it on the edge of the ashtray.

He opened the file folder and took out a few pages of paper.

He personally organized this during his free time over the past few days.

It didn't go through any internal network system; it was all handwritten by him.

The header of the file reads three words: Song Qianxia.

This is Gu Tingchen's "key observation list".

She is currently the only person on the list.

Gu Tingchen picked up his pen, his gaze lingering on the first page of records.

[Point of contention 1: Instinctive reaction to high-risk crime scenes.]

The ticking composite bomb in the hold of the cruise ship flashed through his mind.

At the time, all the bomb disposal experts were at a loss; it was the most notorious cluster mine in Cyrillic territory.

But Song Qianxia only glanced inside.

She didn't even use any testing equipment; she directly pointed out the core location of the fuse.

She later said it was because she had watched a foreign action movie.

Gu Tingchen coldly wrote two words on the paper: Bullshit.

[Second point of suspicion: A keen sense of counter-surveillance.]

That time at the chemical plant.

Lin Wan was kidnapped, and an address was left on a note at the scene.

None of the veteran detectives in the task force noticed anything amiss, but Song Qianxia immediately recognized it as a "pig butchering scam" setup.

She accurately pointed out the shielding field that the four abandoned signal towers might have created.

This is not theoretical knowledge that can be taught in a police academy.

This is an intuition forged through countless life-or-death battles, fed with blood.

[Point of contention 3: Dark web penetration techniques.]

Gu Tingchen recalled that night in the office, when Song Qianxia's computer screen was filled with low-level code that seemed to be refreshing like a waterfall.

That brute-force method is simple, crude, and efficient.

She pretended to be trying to grab a 9.9 yuan milk tea coupon.

Gu Tingchen commented again: "Extremely poor acting skills."

Gu Tingchen turned to the last page.

That page contained Song Qianxia's entire resume within the municipal bureau system.

He came from an ordinary background, had the worst grades in police academy, and consistently failed physical fitness tests. Apart from having an exceptionally large appetite, he had no other unusual traits.

This resume is too clean, so clean that it's like a perfectly crafted shell.

Gu Tingchen stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

A person with top-notch espionage skills, a deep understanding of the rules of the underworld, and proficiency in hacking techniques.

Why would someone come to the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau as an intern?

What is she hiding from? Or rather, what is she looking for?

Gu Tingchen looked at the file, his eyes deep.

In the past, he would have submitted this information to the provincial department without hesitation and applied for a comprehensive review of Song Qianxia.

But now, he doesn't do that.

Because at the end of these pages, Gu Tingchen wrote a conclusion heavily in black pen.

[Action Assessment: Dangerous.]

[Position Assessment: No malicious intent at present.]

She saved Lin Wan, she helped the task force defused the bomb, and she gave an early warning of the attack on the evidence vault.

No matter how many suspicious points there are about her, she has not crossed the legal line to harm others.

Gu Tingchen put the pages back into the kraft paper bag.

He sealed it with sealing wax and locked it in the safe with a unique combination at the bottom of his desk.

He will not show this watch list to anyone.

This was the last fig leaf he left for Song Qianxia as the team leader.

It was also a gamble he set for himself.

He bet that this girl, who talks big and is obsessed with money, wasn't a bad person at heart.

Gu Tingchen stood up and opened the blinds.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, providing a clear view of the large office outside.

The scene inside the large office was completely different at this moment.

Song Qianxia was sprawled out at her workstation, completely lacking any decorum.

She held an oversized multigrain pancake in her left hand, with two eggs and three fried dough sticks inside, and her mouth was full of sauce as she took a bite.

His right hand was frantically clicking the mouse.

"Xiao Song, are you playing Minesweeper here?" Zhao Ming walked over with a thermos cup, looking at her screen and laughing.

Song Qianxia quickly switched the screen back to the document page.

"Deputy Captain Zhao, what do you know? I'm practicing my mouse click accuracy to lay the foundation for shooting later."

Song Qianxia offered a vague and ambiguous explanation.

Actually, she was secretly browsing the websites of several used car dealerships in Jiangcheng.

She received a commendation bonus from the bureau, and with last month's salary, she was planning to buy a beat-up used car for commuting.

It saves me from having to squeeze onto the bus to commute to get off work every day.

Lin Wan walked over carrying a stack of documents and slammed them onto Song Qianxia's desk with a "thud".

"Don't dream about it. With your physical condition, the recoil from a gunshot would send you flying." Although Lin Wan no longer spoke with veiled sarcasm, she still habitually retorted.

"Get these police reports into the system immediately; it has to be done before tonight."

Song Qianxia stared at the half-foot-high document and let out a bloodcurdling wail.

"Sister Lin Wan, you're killing me! These hands are for punishing evil and promoting good, not for typing!"

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't finish, I'll deduct your full attendance bonus." Lin Wan wasn't buying it at all.

Song Qianxia took a big bite of the pancake with a look of utter despair.

Sudden.

She felt a chill run down her spine.

Her intuition, honed from licking blood off the edge of a knife in her past life, told her that someone was watching her.

Moreover, his gaze was extremely penetrating, like an X-ray machine.

Song Qianxia suddenly turned her head.

They met Gu Tingchen's deep black eyes through the blinds.

It’s over.

Song Qianxia's heart skipped a beat.

Even the pancake in my mouth doesn't taste good anymore.

Why is this living devil looking at me like I'm a criminal suspect?

Could it be that my secret act of taking A4 paper from the bureau's printer home to use as draft paper yesterday has been exposed?

Or did I finish cracking open the half-pack of sunflower seeds on Zhao Ming's table without disposing of the evidence?

Wait a minute, this little thing shouldn't warrant him looking at me like he wants to draw a gun!

Song Qianxia's brain was working at lightning speed.

Finally, she came to a conclusion.

Gu Tingchen must think she's not working enough!

Capitalists can't stand seeing their employees slack off!

Song Qianxia immediately stuffed the remaining half of the pancake into the drawer.

He slammed his hands on the keyboard, striking a pose as if he were frantically typing away at a document.

She even turned her head and gave a fawning, radiant smile towards the blinds.

Gu Tingchen stood behind the window.

Looking at that girl who was lounging around like a couch potato one second and then frantically typing on the keyboard the next, even grinning at me like an idiot.

His eye twitched slightly.

Then, Gu Tingchen shook his head helplessly.

The blinds were drawn.

Perhaps I really overestimated the danger she posed.

With such a stupid appearance, there's not a trace of a transnational criminal organization's undercover agent.