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

The group quickly made their way up to the fifth floor through the disguised fire escape.

The entire building was so quiet it was unsettling.

The only sound was the faint, muffled thud of SWAT tactical boots on the concrete.

We went up to the fifth floor.

The corridor was pitch black, with movie posters and moldy popcorn buckets scattered on the floor.

Zhou Zheng made a tactical hand gesture.

Two special police officers, holding riot shields, took turns providing cover as they made their way to the staff corridor of the screening room.

At the end of the corridor, a heavy iron door was tightly closed.

The words "Screening Room" were originally written on the door, but now only a blurry outline remains.

Gu Tingchen pressed himself against the wall and peeked through the crack in the door.

There was a faint blue screen reflection inside.

The judge was indeed hiding here!

Zhou Zheng took out hydraulic demolition tools, preparing for a direct assault.

Just then, a demolition expert from the SWAT team suddenly reached out and stopped Zhou Zheng.

"Wait a moment!"

The demolition expert turned on the searchlight on his helmet and peered closely at the iron gate.

"Captain Gu, we can't break down this door!"

The demolition expert's voice was clearly filled with impatience and tension.

"This is not an ordinary door. It is equipped with an infrared sensor and a mechanical interlocking lock."

Everyone was stunned.

The demolition expert pointed his flashlight at a very thin red line along the edge of the door frame.

"This is a pressure-sensing linkage device."

"As long as the door is subjected to a violent impact, or the door gap deviates by more than three millimeters."

"The internal linkage mechanism will be triggered immediately."

The demolition expert wiped the sweat from his brow: "Either automatically destroy the hard drive, or detonate the bomb!"

Gu Tingchen frowned, his face dark.

"Can it be disassembled?"

The demolition expert pulled an ammeter out of his tactical vest.

"This lock connects the electronic board and the mechanical lock cylinder together. It can be disassembled, though."

"But it will take at least half an hour to lay the cables."

Half an hour?

The hostage's countdown has less than fifteen minutes left!

By the time the door was opened, the three wealthy merchants had already turned into boiled meat slices.

Gu Tingchen gripped the micro-cup tightly in his hand; the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Just when everyone was as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

Song Qianxia peeked out from behind Gu Tingchen.

She stared at the door for a few seconds, and then her lips twitched involuntarily.

What's going on with this plane?

How dare they claim that such a dilapidated door has been fitted with anti-theft mechanisms?

In the underground black market of Cyrillic continent, this thing is only good enough to lock up watchdogs.

The infrared sensor didn't even have a reflective shield, and the mechanical lock tongue still uses a one-way spring.

With a wire of sufficient rigidity, you can pry it open even with your eyes closed.

The demolition expert was still there, measuring the voltage with an ammeter, cursing under his breath.

Song Qianxia couldn't stand it any longer.

"Um." Song Qianxia stuck out a finger and poked Gu Tingchen's back.

"Captain Gu, how about I give it a try?"

All the special police officers turned around at the same time, looking at her as if she were an idiot.

The demolition expert glared at her irritably.

"Young lady, this is no joke! If you cut even one wrong thread, we'll all be out of a job!"

Lin Wan, standing at the back of the line, couldn't help but speak up as well.

"Song Qianxia, ​​stop making things worse. This is about dismantling a mechanism, not typing on a keyboard in your office."

Song Qianxia ignored them.

She walked straight up to Lin Wan and patted her head.

"What are you doing!" Lin Wan exclaimed in surprise.

Song Qianxia had already taken the black bobby pin that Lin Wan used to hold her bangs in her hand.

"May I borrow this?"

Song Qianxia, ​​holding the hair clip, swaggered to the iron gate.

The demolition expert quickly made way for her, afraid that her hand might tremble and touch the infrared beam.

Song Qianxia squatted down.

She didn't take out any high-tech instruments, nor did she use an ammeter.

She simply straightened the black hair clip and then bent it into a tiny hook at the front.

"Brother Zhou, can I borrow your multi-functional tactical pliers?" Song Qianxia reached out her hand.

Zhou Zheng was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously handed over the pliers from his waist.

Song Qianxia took the pliers.

She pressed her ear directly against the cold, hard iron door.

Then he inserted the modified hairpin directly into the door gap above the keyhole.

I didn't check the wiring or measure the voltage.

She operates entirely by the tactile sensation transmitted through her fingers.

The hair clip was gently tugged twice through the crack in the door.

"Click".

With a very slight snapping sound, the one-way spring was released.

Immediately afterwards, Song Qianxia used multi-functional pliers to clamp a protruding piece of metal below the door handle.

Suddenly twist it to the left.

"Snapped!"

The indicator light on the infrared sensor went out instantly.

The linkage mechanism is completely paralyzed.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

Song Qianxia stood up, returned the pliers to Zhou Zheng, and pushed open the heavy iron door.

The iron gate made a dull creaking sound as it slowly opened to both sides.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

There were a dozen or so SWAT officers in the corridor, including the experienced demolition expert.

They all stared at Song Qianxia as if they had seen a ghost.

The demolition expert's hand was still raised in mid-air, and the ammeter hadn't even been turned on yet.

"This...this is open already?" the demolition expert stammered.

This is a linked mechanical lock!

They just used a two-cent hair clip to pry it open?

Lin Wan's jaw nearly dropped to the ground. She touched her bald bangs, feeling a huge shock to her worldview.

Gu Tingchen's gaze at Song Qianxia was so sharp it seemed he could see right through her.

Song Qianxia quickly dusted off her hands and took two steps back with an innocent look on her face.

"That thing."

Song Qianxia coughed twice, her brain racing as she frantically searched for excuses.

"When I was in college, I worked part-time and worked as an NPC in an escape room in the city center for half a year."

She was talking nonsense with a straight face.

"That boss was incredibly stingy; he wouldn't even call a repairman when the machines broke down. He forced us, the employees who were pretending to be ghosts, to fix them ourselves."

Song Qianxia described it so vividly that she almost believed it herself.

"This infrared sensor with a spring lock is the most common type of obstacle in escape rooms."

"I have to fix it 800 times a day. I can open it with a hairpin even with my eyes closed."

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Are escape room employees all this hardcore these days?

Gu Tingchen walked up to her and gave a cold laugh.

"The crew put up light-proof cloths. They set up stalls at the night market to practice their listening skills."

Gu Tingchen stared intently into her eyes and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"The NPC in the escape room repairs the interlocking lock."

"Song Qianxia, ​​your part-time job experience is really quite diverse."

Song Qianxia nodded frantically, a fawning smile on her face.

"Captain Gu, you flatter me. Life is tough, so it's good to be multi-talented."