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Two o'clock in the morning.

Behind the Jiangcheng Municipal Bureau, in an old red brick residential building.

This is the single dormitory assigned to Song Qianxia by the Municipal Bureau. The 30-square-meter one-bedroom room is simply furnished, with only a bed, a desk, and a few boxes of cat food piled in the corner.

Song Qianxia lay on the single bed covered with a sponge mattress, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

On the ceiling, the dappled light from the streetlights outside the window, filtering through the leaves, swayed slowly.

She simply sat up.

He pulled out the kraft paper envelope containing a 10,000 yuan bonus from under his pillow and skillfully drew out a stack of red bills.

Normally.

Touching these banknotes that smell of ink, she could fall asleep instantly, even dreaming of counting money.

But tonight, that tactic completely failed.

Because her mind was filled with the image that Liu Jianguo had described in the interrogation room.

A bird with its eyes closed.

In my previous life, in the underground world of Cyrillic Continent, there were many legends that struck fear into people's hearts.

But the oldest, the largest, and the most chilling of them all is the night owl.

Song Qianxia leaned against the headboard, scratching her messy hair as memories of the past flooded back.

In the underworld, the vast majority of criminal organizations are engaged in turf wars, drug trafficking, and arms smuggling.

But the night owl is different.

They do not directly commit atrocities.

They only sell greed, manipulate desires, and even secretly design rules.

The bird with its eyes closed serves as a metaphor for the underworld: "Blindly ignoring the rules, obeying only the endless abyss."

Night Owl likes to use criminals as pawns, providing them with the perfect criminal logic and technical support, and then standing behind the scenes to reap the ultimate benefits and intelligence.

In her past life, as the legendary "Thousand Faces" who was a headache in the underworld, she rarely confronted such a behemoth head-on.

After all, her principle is: get paid to do things, and never cause trouble.

but.

Some grudges are not something you can avoid just because you want to.

Song Qianxia remembers it clearly; it was her last year as Qianmian.

In a shady deal in Southport, a Cyrillic arms tycoon set his sights on a batch of underground money ledgers that had flowed from Eastern Europe.

That ledger recorded the flow of illicit funds from various factions; it was practically a ticking time bomb.

The arms tycoon hired Qianmian to intercept these ledgers.

With a thousand faces at his disposal, he can easily capture the target.

She posed as the buyer's financial advisor, set fire to the transaction site, and took advantage of the chaos to steal the encrypted hard drive full of ledgers.

But she later learned that the real buyer behind the deal was not an Eastern European at all.

It was a night owl.

She not only stole what Night Owl had his eye on, but also burned down the safe house that Night Owl had painstakingly built in South Harbor over three years.

Although Night Owl did not discover at the time that it was Thousand Faces Dry.

But for organizations of this caliber, their hate lists are kept indefinitely.

Song Qianxia stuffed the banknotes back into the envelope and sighed heavily.

If the person who orchestrated this live-streamed kidnapping in Jiangcheng today really was Night Owl.

So what exactly do they want to do in Jiangcheng?

Is it to take revenge on society? Impossible. The Night Owl doesn't do things without profit.

Could it be... for that thing?

Song Qianxia shuddered suddenly, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on her back.

Pandora Key.

That was left behind by the previous incarnation, a super database of black information recording global underground financial chains, shady accounts of the powerful and wealthy, and illegal identity networks.

After her death, the whereabouts of the Pandora Key became a mystery.

If Night Owl finds any clues, he might know that Thousand Faces might not be dead, or even that she has been reincarnated in this world.

Their target is definitely themselves.

Song Qianxia jumped out of bed and walked barefoot to the window.

Through the glass, I could see the red aviation warning lights flashing on the top of the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau building in the distance.

Her current name is Song Qianxia.

He was an intern who had the worst grades in police academy, extremely poor physical fitness, and received a fixed salary every month with bonuses deducted.

He is also a specially appointed technical consultant for the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Team.

She originally planned that as long as she hid her past skills, she could make a living at the police station by cracking jokes. Once things calmed down and she saved enough money, she would buy a small house, raise a few cats, and live a simple and peaceful life.

But now it seems that fate, that bastard, has no intention of letting her go.

"Those who want to slack off are most likely to be dragged into overtime by fate."

Song Qianxia gave a wry smile and made a sarcastic remark.

run away?

The thought flashed through her mind for only a second before she decisively extinguished it.

Where is she going now? She has no passport, no fake identity, and only 10,000 yuan in her hand. It would be difficult for her to even buy a standing ticket to the next province.

Moreover, if she were to go missing, Gu Tingchen, that living devil, would definitely issue a province-wide search notice immediately.

She'll not only have to hide from owls, but also from the police. She'll be caught in the middle and die a much more miserable death.

The only safe way.

They're clinging tightly to the Jiangcheng Municipal Public Security Bureau, like a big tree.

More accurately, they clung tightly to Gu Tingchen's coattails.

Although Captain Gu usually has a cold face, likes to deduct people's perfect attendance, and always tests her with eyes that can see through people's souls.

But he was a good policeman.

He values ​​procedures, evidence, and has a bottom line.

"Fine. Since we can't avoid it, let's fight!"

Song Qianxia stretched out a big yawn, her bones cracking.

She turned over and collapsed back onto the bed.

"Night Owl, is it? Coming to Jiangcheng to cause trouble, huh?"

Song Qianxia buried her face in the pillow and mumbled something.

"You dare disturb me while I'm collecting my salary? You're all tired of living."

She closed her eyes and forced herself to fall asleep.

There's a meeting at 8 a.m. tomorrow, and being late will result in a 50 yuan fine.