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

Song Qianxia lay despairingly on her workstation.

Her mind went blank; she felt this was even more dangerous than taking on ten mercenaries in the underground black market.

Just as she was about to close her eyes and pretend to faint.

Suddenly, a muffled "bang" came from the side.

Song Qianxia was so frightened that she sat up like a spring.

Gu Tingchen left but returned.

He placed a freshly brewed cup of hot coffee directly on her desk.

The man casually pulled over Lin Wan's empty swivel chair and sat down next to Song Qianxia.

The two were very close.

The refreshing scent of Gu Tingchen's shower gel, mixed with the bitter aroma of coffee, wafted over.

"You didn't leave?" Song Qianxia's eyes widened.

"If I leave, who will write this report?" Gu Tingchen leaned back in his chair, raised his chin, and said, "Put your hands on the keyboard and look at the screen."

Song Qianxia could only do as she was told with a bitter face.

"Captain Gu, let me make this clear beforehand: my highest score in Chinese is only 60."

Gu Tingchen took a sip of coffee and ignored her excuses.

"Type it out. Just write down how you forced that GTR to stop."

Song Qianxia swallowed hard, her hands tapping away on the keyboard as if practicing one-finger typing.

One minute later, a line of text appeared on the screen.

"I saw that big bald guy was about to run away, and in a panic, I swerved the steering wheel all the way. I rammed into that beat-up car and slammed it against the tollbooth bollard. It felt great."

After typing the last word, Song Qianxia nodded with considerable satisfaction.

It is easy to understand and vivid.

Gu Tingchen stared at the words, his temples throbbing.

"Song Qianxia." Gu Tingchen's voice was very calm.

"Are you writing a law enforcement record, or a diary of a gangster's street brawl?"

Song Qianxia was not convinced.

"That's exactly what happened, okay? It was such a close call; that bastard almost got off the highway and disappeared!"

"I'm just stating the facts."

Gu Tingchen sighed and reached out to pull the keyboard in front of him.

His long, slender fingers flew across the keyboard.

Soon, the phrase with strong gangster connotations was deleted and replaced with another text.

"The target vehicle attempted to flee violently. Based on the principle of emergency avoidance to protect public safety, our driver adopted a legal interception tactic, using the vehicle's center of gravity shift to restrict its escape route, forcing the target vehicle to slow down and stop."

Song Qianxia stared at the words, her mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

"How... how can this be salvaged?"

She stared at Gu Tingchen in shock.

"Captain Gu, that's ridiculous! I never thought about any emergency avoidance principles; I just wanted to hit him!"

Gu Tingchen turned his head and looked directly at her.

"Wanting to hit him was just personal venting. Taking legal action to stop him was law enforcement by the police."

He tapped the table with his knuckles.

"Song Qianxia, ​​this is the case closure report. It's not just for the city bureau leaders to see."

"It will also appear in court as part of the evidence presented by the prosecution against the suspect. It will also be reviewed by the judge and inspector."

"All actions must comply with law enforcement regulations."

Song Qianxia pouted and muttered something under her breath.

"Why make things so complicated when you can just catch the bad guys?"

"Once the person is in jail, the matter is resolved, isn't it? Writing out the details is a complete waste of time."

Freeport in Cyrillic region.

Qianmian's style of doing things has always been decisive and efficient.

Take the money, scout the location, eliminate the target, and retreat.

No one ever asked her to write a 500-word action summary, and no one cared whether she fired the gun with her left or right hand.

Efficiency and results are the only laws governing the underground world.

Gu Tingchen's face darkened as he looked at her dismissive expression.

"Justice cannot be judged solely by its outcome."

Gu Tingchen's voice was deep and clear, standing out prominently in the empty office.

Song Qianxia was stunned for a moment.

She turned her head and looked at the man next to her.

Gu Tingchen's dark eyes held a clarity she had never seen before.

"If you don't write reports and follow procedures, the power in the hands of the police is a bottomless pit."

Gu Tingchen looked at the computer screen.

"We face violence, bloodshed, and lies every day."

"If we ourselves don't follow the rules and only value results, thinking that any means are acceptable as long as we can get people involved."

"Then what's the difference between us and those criminals?"

Song Qianxia's heart skipped a beat.

She stared blankly at Gu Tingchen.

In that dark and sunless underground world.

She has seen far too many cases of double-crossing under the guise of justice and order.

Everyone told her that as long as the outcome was right, it didn't matter how many people died.

Available today.

This Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau criminal investigation team leader, who represents the law, was at 2:30 a.m.

Sit next to her and tell her, word by word.

Not only must the result be clean, but the process must also withstand scrutiny.

Song Qianxia lowered her eyes.

She didn't argue further, but silently pulled the keyboard back.

"I understand." Song Qianxia sniffed. "I'll continue writing. This time I won't use it randomly."

The next two hours.

The only sound in the office was the tapping of keyboards.

Song Qianxia would write a paragraph, and Gu Tingchen would guide her to revise it.

They transformed all her unorthodox methods into rigorous and compliant police tactical language.

The sky outside the window gradually brightened.

The mornings in Jiangcheng are always shrouded in mist.

"Save. Print." Gu Tingchen stood up.

The printer was humming as it ran.

The three pages of paper were neatly expelled.

Song Qianxia rubbed her sore eyes, feeling more tired than if she had been in a fight.

Gu Tingchen picked up the report and glanced at it.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright. Passed."

He picked up the car keys from the table.

"Let's go to the cafeteria for breakfast." Gu Tingchen turned and walked out.

Song Qianxia remained slumped in the chair, not moving.

"Captain Gu, my legs are numb. Could you bring me two meat buns and a cup of soy milk?"

Gu Tingchen stopped and looked back at her.

"With or without sugar?"

Song Qianxia's eyes lit up.

"Three spoonfuls of sugar! Thank you, boss!"

Watching Gu Tingchen walk out the door.

Song Qianxia leaned back in her chair, looking at the formal report on the table that still smelled of ink.

She couldn't help but smile.

This feeling of being bound by rules.

It doesn't seem too bad.