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

Time passed by, second by second.

The atmosphere in the basement grew increasingly tense.

Holding various test reports, Mr. Qian's brows were furrowed so deeply they could have trapped several flies.

"How strange, how really strange."

He paced back and forth in front of Gu Tingchen, muttering to himself.

"This place is cleaner than an operating room!"

"No footprints, no fingerprints, no hair."

"Even the dust on the ground is distributed very evenly, with no trace of large items being dragged out."

Zhao Ming climbed down from the ventilation duct, getting covered in dust and dirt.

"Captain Gu, I've also checked the ventilation ducts; the filters are intact."

"The screws showed no signs of being tampered with, and the dust on them was intact."

"Let alone transporting money, even a fly flying out will leave a trace."

Gu Tingchen stood in front of the shelves, his gaze sharp.

"Have the surveillance footage results come out yet?"

The technician standing nearby quickly reported this.

"Captain Gu, the branch office has reviewed the surveillance footage from last night to this morning frame by frame."

"No one entered or left the bank, and the street surveillance cameras outside did not capture any large vehicles parked there."

Thirty million old banknotes.

It's not a transfer, it's not numbers, it's real paper money.

The total weight is at least 300 kilograms.

Its volume is enough to fill several large suitcases.

Such a colossal object was housed in a completely enclosed, sealed room with no passageways and no personnel entering or exiting.

Did they just vanish into thin air like that?

Mr. Qian pushed up his glasses and began his outrageous reasoning again.

"Captain Gu, I've thought about it."

"Could it be that the criminals used some kind of unknown spatial folding technology?"

Upon hearing this, several young police officers nearby almost burst out laughing.

Mr. Qian also felt that it was a bit far-fetched, and quickly changed his tune.

Just kidding, just trying to lighten the mood.

"I think the most likely explanation is collusion between insiders and outsiders."

"They probably used a high-pressure water gun to pulp the money and then flushed it down the drain!"

Zhao Ming's lips twitched.

"Mr. Qian, the sewer pipes are only five centimeters in diameter, and they're connected to the municipal pipe network, so they're already clogged."

Silence fell upon everyone again.

A sense of despair spread throughout the entire criminal investigation team.

Song Qianxia leaned against the supporting pillar in the corner, watching the group of people busy themselves in silence.

She raised her wrist and glanced at the digital watch she had bought for thirty yuan at the night market.

It was exactly 1 p.m.

Lunchtime was completely ruined.

If this continues, we might not even have dinner.

work overtime?

For someone determined to be a salted fish, working overtime is impossible, absolutely impossible in this lifetime.

He was known as "Thousand Faces" in his previous life as the overlord of the underworld.

She knows all too well the methods used by those shady and illegal industries.

High-pressure water guns and miniature mechanical snakes are all just the imaginations of laymen.

Real crimes often employ the simplest and most practical physical methods.

Thirty million in cash is too heavy and too bulky.

The equipment must be transported without damaging the surveillance cameras or the door locks.

It doesn't conform to the laws of physics at all.

Since it's impossible to move it, the only answer is obvious.

Song Qianxia's gaze slowly swept across the vault.

The walls, ceiling, vents, and finally landed on the ground.

Her gaze lingered on the far right corner of the vault.

There were three ordinary armored trucks parked there.

It's the kind of large metal shopping cart with four wheels that you often see in supermarkets.

Bank staff usually use these vehicles to move bundles of cash.

Song Qianxia narrowed her eyes and stared at the three carts.

There's an old saying in the underworld.

Once all the impossibilities have been eliminated, the one that remains, no matter how outrageous, is the truth.

She didn't want to waste any more time here.

She was very hungry and wanted to go home from get off work.

So, Song Qianxia cleared her throat and slowly walked out from the corner.

"that……"

She raised one hand, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"I think you might be looking in the wrong direction."

brush.

All eyes were once again focused on her.

Lin Wan exploded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Song Qianxia! What are you trying to do now?"

"You just stumbled upon the door by sheer luck, and now you think you're some kind of detective?"

"The experts are discussing the case; you have no right to interrupt. Get back to the outer perimeter and set up the police cordon!"

Song Qianxia completely ignored Lin Wan's barking.

She looked at Gu Tingchen.

Gu Tingchen was also looking at her, his eyes deep and unreadable.

"Speak," Gu Tingchen said, granting her permission to speak.

Song Qianxia pointed to the ground.

"As Mr. Qian just said, the dust on the ground is evenly distributed, and there are no signs of large items being dragged."

"That statement is only half true."

"There really isn't one on the path leading to the gate."

"but."

Song Qianxia turned around and pointed to the far right corner of the vault.

"There are two very clear tire tracks on the route from the shelf to that corner."

Old Qian snorted coldly.

"So what? That's a bank's armored truck."

"It's normal to have tire tracks after pushing it around every day, isn't it?"

Song Qianxia shook her head and squatted down next to the tire track.

"They are different."

"When an empty car is pushed across, the tire marks are very shallow."

"But the dust along the edges of these two indentations was very compacted, indicating that the cart was carrying an extremely heavy load when it passed by."

"It weighs at least over 300 jin (150 kg)."

She stood up and dusted off her hands.

"Something this heavy can't be moved out of a confined space at all."

"Since we can't get out..."

Song Qianxia stretched out her finger and pointed directly at the three carts parked in the corner.

"That money definitely never left this bank."

"They're currently hidden in those carts."