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7:55 a.m.

Song Qianxia ran wildly all the way.

She had a plastic bag in her mouth containing two steaming hot meat buns.

He clutched his employee ID card tightly in his hand.

Just one second before the time clock was about to tick out 8 o'clock.

"Beep—Check-in successful."

A mechanical female voice sounded.

Song Qianxia leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

That was close.

The fifty yuan is saved.

She had insomnia until 3 a.m. last night, and now she feels completely out of it.

With two huge dark circles under her eyes, she drifted into the task force's large office like a wandering ghost.

The conference room was already full of people.

We held a meeting at 8:00 AM this morning to analyze the kidnapping case involving Dacheng Construction's livestream yesterday.

Gu Tingchen sat in the main seat.

The man was wearing a simple black shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows.

Holding a pen, he was reading a dark web screening report that the cyber police had sent overnight.

Song Qianxia tiptoed in and found the most inconspicuous corner to sit down.

He happened to hide in the shadow of Zhou Zheng's broad back.

very safe.

She carefully untied the plastic bag, preparing to take a bite of the large meat bun.

Before she could even open her mouth.

With a "bang".

The conference room door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Zheng Guoqiang, the captain of the Economic Crime Investigation Team, rushed in with a head of messy hair.

Old Zheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked even worse than Song Qianxia.

"Old Gu! Something terrible has happened!"

Old Zheng disregarded meeting discipline and rushed directly to Gu Tingchen.

Gu Tingchen looked up and put down the pen in his hand.

"What's wrong?"

"A batch of highly realistic counterfeit banknotes has appeared on the market!"

Old Zheng was so anxious that he kept slamming his fist on the table.

Yesterday afternoon, the largest commercial banks in Jiangcheng were counting the cash in their ATMs and teller counters.

"Counterfeit money was subsequently discovered being smuggled in."

Old Zheng took a breath and continued.

"This money looks so real!"

"Even the bank's latest Class A banknote detector couldn't stop them immediately."

"If it weren't for the routine spot checks and reviews by head office, we would never have discovered it!"

A collective gasp filled the conference room.

Zhao Ming's eyes widened.

"It can even fool the latest money-counting machine? How advanced must that technology be?"

Old Zheng had a bitter face.

"Our Economic Crime Investigation Team worked three consecutive all-nighters."

"We pulled up all the surveillance footage from across the city."

"It was discovered that these people had hired a group of homeless people and unemployed individuals, who then broke up the money into smaller amounts and deposited it in various banks."

"Once the money is in the account, transfer it out immediately to launder it."

Old Zheng grabbed a handful of hair in frustration.

"But that's not the most critical issue."

"The most critical issue is our group of veteran experts who specialize in identifying counterfeit money."

"I examined it with a magnifying glass for ages, but I still couldn't find any trace of the printing den behind this batch of counterfeit money!"

"Without identifying the distinctive features, the source of the paper and ink cannot be traced."

"This case is completely deadlocked!"

Gu Tingchen stood up and picked up his coat, which was draped over the back of the chair.

"Come on, let's go take a look at your place."

As he spoke, his gaze swept across half the conference room and landed precisely on Zhou Zheng's back.

Song Qianxia had just taken a bite of the meat bun.

Its cheeks are bulging, like a hamster hiding food.

Suddenly I felt that extremely penetrating gaze.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"Song Qianxia".

Gu Tingchen's voice was neither loud nor soft.

"Take your steamed buns and come with me."

Song Qianxia wanted to cry but had no tears.

How come this living Yama has such sharp eyes!

She could only stuff the remaining half of the bun back into the bag and reluctantly stood up.

"Captain Gu, I'm just an intern."

Song Qianxia tried to struggle.

"I guess I shouldn't get involved in something as technically demanding as catching counterfeit money, right?"

Gu Tingchen completely ignored her.

He walked straight over, grabbed her by the back of her collar, and lifted her out like a chick.

Ten minutes later.

Economic Crime Investigation Team, Special Evidence Conference Room.

The atmosphere here is even more oppressive than in the criminal investigation team.

Four or five elderly experts wearing reading glasses were gathered around a large appraisal table.

Various high-powered microscopes, ultraviolet lamps, and infrared scanners are placed on the table.

A hundred-yuan bill was placed in the middle.

The veteran experts looked worried and kept sighing.

"The distribution of this magnetic ink is amazing; it's even more uniform than real banknotes."

"The security thread is also embedded in the core; it wasn't glued on later."

"Damn it, did these counterfeiters bring a money printing press home?"

Old Zheng led Gu Tingchen in.

The veteran experts looked up and glanced at it.

"Captain Zheng, it's no use bringing in Captain Gu from the Criminal Investigation Department."

An elderly expert with a full head of white hair shook his head.

"This is a technical job, not arresting people. Without finding the flaws in the manufacturing process of this batch of money, we won't be able to trace the source at all."

Old Zheng was desperate and would try anything.

"Old Gu, does your criminal investigation team have any experts in this area?"

Gu Tingchen didn't say anything.

He turned around and pushed Song Qianxia, ​​who had been hiding behind him, to the table.

"This is a technical consultant specially hired by our municipal bureau."

Gu Tingchen spoke calmly.

"Song Qianxia".

The meeting room fell silent instantly.

The senior experts adjusted their reading glasses and looked the young girl up and down.

Song Qianxia was still clutching the plastic bag that had contained the steamed buns.

There was still a little bit of meat juice stuck to the corner of his mouth.

Her hair was messy, and her eyes were glazed over.

She looks like a teenage internet addict who just came out of an internet cafe after spending the whole night there.

"Old Zheng, what are you talking about?"

The white-haired expert was immediately displeased.

"Even those of us who have been doing anti-counterfeiting authentication for thirty years can't figure it out."

"Why did you bring along a blonde girl?"

"Get her out of here right now, don't let her get the evidence dirty!"

Song Qianxia never wanted to meddle in other people's business.

Upon hearing this, he immediately went along with it.

"Yes, yes, the experienced masters are right."

Song Qianxia nodded repeatedly.

"I don't know anything. I'm going out to eat steamed buns now."

She turned around and tried to slip away.

A long, strong hand landed on her shoulder.

Gu Tingchen pinned her firmly to the spot.

"Since we're already here, let's take a look and see what happens."

Gu Tingchen picked up a pair of white anti-static gloves from the table and shoved them into her hands.

"Put it on."

Song Qianxia cursed Gu Tingchen eight hundred times in her heart.

Does this man have obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Do they have to squeeze every last drop out of her?

She sighed and resignedly put on her gloves.

The veteran experts watched coldly, their faces full of disdain.

Song Qianxia walked to the table and picked up the counterfeit banknote that had caused such a huge uproar.

The instant your finger touches the paper.

Her previously nonchalant expression suddenly changed.

In my previous life, I lived in the underground world of Cyrillic continent.

The black gold, counterfeit money, and bearer bonds that have passed through countless hands could buy a small country if combined.

With her eyes closed, she can distinguish the subtle patterns on the currencies of more than ninety countries around the world simply by touch.

This tactile memory, ingrained in one's very being, cannot be replaced by any instrument.

Song Qianxia gently rubbed the collar of the portrait on the banknote twice with her thumb and forefinger.

Then he held up the banknotes and looked at them against the overhead incandescent light.

In that very instant.

The expression on her face turned into pure disgust.

It's like a Michelin chef seeing a plate of spoiled fried rice.

"this one?"

Song Qianxia blurted it out.

"You call this high-precision simulation?"

These words caused an uproar in the conference room.

The old expert was so angry that his beard stood on end.

"What a big mouth you have, little brat!"

"Do you know what optically variable ink is? Do you know what gravure printing is?"

"Don't spout nonsense if you don't understand!"

Song Qianxia completely ignored his rage.

Her occupational habits took over again.

"This paper is not a blend of pure cotton and linen at all."

Song Qianxia threw the banknotes back onto the table with disdain.