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

Outside the abandoned Great World Shopping Plaza, alternating red and blue police lights tore open the dark night sky.

In the wasteland on the western outskirts of Jiangcheng, the cold wind rustled the surrounding weeds.

The judge was being escorted by two special police officers, one on each side, with his hands cuffed behind his back, as he was being led towards a riot control vehicle.

At this moment, the arrogant haughtiness he displayed during the live stream was gone from his face. His ordinary middle-aged face was now contorted with anger and resentment, making it look somewhat comical.

"Let me go! You bunch of idiots don't understand!"

The judge struggled desperately, his feet scraping against the concrete floor with a screeching sound.

"That's art! You've ruined a perfect work of art!"

He roared wildly at the police officers around him, spitting everywhere.

"Only such an institution can put to trial these heartless capitalists! I am the city's cleaner! My design is flawless!"

Gu Tingchen stood beside a command vehicle, a cigarette still unlit between his fingers.

He didn't even bother to glance at the suspect who had gone mad.

Just as Zhao Ming and Xiao Wang were about to force the person into the car, they heard a crisp "crackling" sound from the side.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Song Qianxia was leaning against the door of the police car, holding an opened bag of original flavor potato chips and eating them with relish.

She originally planned to remain invisible and quietly wait for the end of her workday.

But the judge kept calling it a "work of art" and "flawless," which forced out her professional habit.

In her previous life in Cyrillic Continent, she had seen countless top-tier underground mechanics.

This piece of junk doesn't even deserve to be called art.

Song Qianxia swallowed the potato chips in her mouth, stuffed the packaging bag into her pocket, and strolled over slowly.

"You call that a work of art?" Song Qianxia looked the judge up and down, her eyes filled with genuine doubt.

"Don't you have some huge misunderstanding about the word 'art'?"

The judge suddenly turned his head and stared intently at the young girl who had just exposed his weakness in the fifth-floor projection room.

"What do you know! That's a perfect closed loop of mechanical logic!" the judge retorted through gritted teeth.

Song Qianxia rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Don't be ridiculous, bro. Your water tank power supply system is just something you cobbled together from scrap metal at a car repair shop."

She stretched out her fingers and began to mercilessly point out the other party's flaws.

"First, your water tank is made of ordinary laminated glass. That kind of glass can't withstand water pressure of more than six tons. If the water rises for another ten minutes, the glass will shatter on its own. Those three people won't drown at all; instead, they'll be swept away by the current."

The judge was stunned, his lips moved as if he wanted to explain something.

Song Qianxia didn't give him a chance to interrupt.

"Secondly, are your pulley system gears made of cast iron? Cast iron will rust and seize up in less than an hour when exposed to high humidity."

"Your countdown hadn't even finished when the pulley stopped turning. Are you planning to torture the hostage by letting him evaporate naturally?"

Zhao Ming, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but laugh and casually took out some sunflower seeds from his pocket.

"Third, and the dumbest thing."

Song Qianxia held up three fingers, her tone full of disappointment and frustration.

"The so-called security door to your screening room doesn't even have an anti-magnetic coating on its infrared sensor. You could just shake it with a strong magnet a couple of times and it would shut it down."

"I was being lenient by poking it open with a hairpin!"

Song Qianxia rattled off a whole bunch of things without even taking a breath.

"With your lousy design, it wouldn't even pass the intern assessment at our old escape room place. And you still have the nerve to brag about this 'mechanical closed loop'?"

As she finished speaking...

A deathly silence fell over the empty square.

The judge's mouth hung open, his expression shifting from anger to bewilderment, and finally to deep humiliation.

His pride stemmed from his belief that his designs could rival those of Hollywood blockbusters.

In this young girl's words, even the junk at the auto repair shop was worse than that.

The judge's legs went weak, and if the special police hadn't been supporting him, he probably would have already knelt on the ground.

"Take it away, take it away, it's an eyesore." Song Qianxia waved her hand and turned to get back to the car.

He turned around.

She noticed that the entire police force, including SWAT officers, cyber police, and criminal investigation team members, were all looking at her with a strange expression.

That look in his eyes contained three parts shock, three parts admiration, and four parts as if he were looking at a monster.

The cyber police officer, who was just moments ago frantically trying to get things done in the command vehicle, is now staring intently at Song Qianxia.

"Um... Xiao Song." The cyber police officer rubbed his hands together, his tone even carrying a hint of flattery.

"Is your escape room owner still hiring?"

The cyber police officer's eyes lit up: "With your level of technical skill, I'd be happy to be a cleaner! I want to learn that hairpin lock-picking technique."

Song Qianxia's expression froze instantly.

Oops, I got so carried away with my rant that I accidentally revealed my lack of professionalism.

She quickly cleared her throat and put on a pained expression.

"What kind of people are we hiring? The boss ran away overnight with his buckets because he was operating without a license, and now the shop is closed down."

Her ability to make things up on the spot is already superb.

Gu Tingchen was standing about two meters away.

The man's black windbreaker fluttered in the night wind. He didn't stop Song Qianxia's nonsense, but simply watched her perform quietly.

After she finished crafting the story of the bankruptcy, Gu Tingchen strode over.

His tall figure blocked the streetlights behind him, casting Song Qianxia in shadow.

"An outstanding employee in escape room games?" Gu Tingchen looked down at her, his tone ambiguous.

The way he pronounced those words carried a mocking tone no matter how you looked at it.

Song Qianxia felt a sudden chill run down her spine, and goosebumps rose on her skin.

She forced herself to look up and flashed a bright, ingratiating smile.

"That's right, Captain Gu! I've been the best NPC for three consecutive months! Fixing mechanisms, scaring customers, cleaning—I did it all!"

She patted her chest, trying to make herself look like a kind-hearted working soul.

"If the boss hadn't run away and owed me half a month's wages, I would definitely be the store manager now."

Gu Tingchen's dark eyes were fixed intently on her.

He knew all too well that the girl was lying.

What kind of escape room can train employees to tell by looking at a load-bearing wall that it is leaking or by listening to a motor that is aging?

Not to mention their tactical maneuvers, which are so precise they're like muscle memory, and their bomb disposal knowledge.

But strangely, this time, Gu Tingchen did not press the matter further.

The coldness in his eyes faded, replaced by a barely perceptible smile.

In fact, he had already made his decision when he wrote "no malicious intent" in the file folder.

As long as she stands on the side of the police.

He was willing to give her time to slowly reveal her past secrets.

"Get in the car. Back to the station."

Gu Tingchen looked away and got into a black SUV.

"Okay, Captain Gu!" Song Qianxia felt like she had been granted a pardon and quickly jumped into the back seat.

The convoy drove away from the abandoned shopping mall in a grand procession.

Sitting in the back seat, Song Qianxia secretly glanced at the back of Gu Tingchen's head in the driver's seat.

She patted her chest and exhaled a long breath.

Is this living devil being surprisingly easy to talk to today? Has he changed his ways?