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

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

The bell rang precisely on time at the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau's main building, signaling the end of the workday.

The entire criminal investigation team office instantly came alive.

Everyone packed up their things, preparing to end the day's chaos.

Lin Wan stacked the files on the table and picked up her coat from the back of the chair.

She turned to look at the workstation next to her.

Song Qianxia was slumped in her chair, holding a half-eaten lollipop in her hand, staring blankly at the computer screen.

The screen displays a local forum for Jiangcheng residents, with the page currently displaying a discussion thread on "Which hot pot restaurant is the most authentic?"

"Consultant Song, it's time to go home." Lin Wan tapped on her desk.

"Let's go eat at that newly opened skewers restaurant, Lao Zheng's treating."

Song Qianxia took the lollipop out of her mouth and sighed.

"You guys go ahead, I don't have an appetite today."

She rubbed her stomach, pretending to be weak.

"My period is coming soon, and my stomach is a bit painful. I want to rest in the office for a while and go back to the dorm when I feel better."

Lin Wan looked at her with sympathy.

"Then drink more hot water. Would you like me to bring you some porridge?"

"No need, no need, I have some bread in my drawer. You guys go ahead and eat, make Old Zheng pay for another meal." Song Qianxia waved her hand.

Ten minutes later.

The office was completely empty.

The motion-sensor lights in the corridor also went out.

After confirming that no one was on the entire floor, Song Qianxia jumped up from her chair.

The weakness on her face vanished instantly.

She did not use the computer on her desk.

The municipal bureau's main system is connected to the cyber police department's backend, so any illegal access records will be captured immediately.

She certainly didn't want to be invited for tea tomorrow morning.

Song Qianxia strolled out of the main office and turned into the storage room at the end of the corridor.

This place is filled with discarded office equipment.

She rummaged through a cardboard box in the corner for a long time before finally finding a dusty spare laptop.

This computer is at least eight years old; the paint on the casing is peeling off, and the letters on the keyboard are worn away.

"You're the one!"

Song Qianxia blew off the dust and carried the computer back to her workstation.

She didn't plug in the network cable, but instead connected to her mobile hotspot.

The boot-up speed was outrageously slow; it took a full three minutes for the screen to light up.

Song Qianxia took out a black, specially made USB flash drive from her pocket and plugged it into the USB port.

She did not access the Windows system.

His fingers rapidly tapped several shortcut keys on the broken keyboard.

The screen went black instantly, followed by a string of green code.

The system was forcibly booted into the portable Linux environment that came with the USB drive.

This is the real workbench of a thousand faces.

Song Qianxia's ten fingers flew like lightning.

She first used three overseas jump servers to hide her real IP address.

Then, using the onion router, I directly accessed that dark web forum.

On a black background, blood-red text reappeared on the screen.

The post offering a $50 million reward is still prominently displayed at the top of the thread.

Song Qianxia opened the post but didn't bother to read the idiotic action plans.

She directly accessed the webpage's backend source code.

She knew the rules of the underworld best.

Anyone who dares to accept such exorbitantly priced jobs on the dark web must have left a verification channel for encrypted communication with the employer.

Once the underlying logic of this verification channel is found, the real location of the person accepting the order can be traced back.

"Let me see which blind bastard dares to impersonate me."

Song Qianxia gave a cold laugh.

She quickly scanned the complex code.

In less than two minutes, she found an encrypted script hidden at the bottom of the page.

Song Qianxia opened the script, and an old-fashioned verification interface immediately popped up on the screen.

You need to enter a dynamic key consisting of a string of hexadecimal characters.

Looking at this interface, Song Qianxia almost burst out laughing.

"this one?"

She shook her head with a look of utter disdain.

This encryption method is an old relic that was popular in the underground black market of Cyrillic State three years ago.

The real multifaceted people don't use this kind of rubbish anymore.

This structure contains a fatal logical vulnerability: by sending a specific overflow data packet, one can bypass the verification and obtain administrator privileges.

"The fakes haven't even fixed the entry verification, yet they dare to take orders."

Song Qianxia flexed her fingers, and her knuckles made a cracking sound.

"Today I'm going to teach you what true technical superiority looks like."

She opened the terminal window and began writing a targeted overflow script.

Lines of code scrolled rapidly across the screen.

The progress bar jumped from 10% to 80%.

Once the progress bar is full, the other party's real IP address will be immediately exposed to her.

Whether it's someone from Night Owl's gang or some other nobody.

She will follow the clues and find out whoever dared to frame her.

Ninety percent.

Ninety-five percent.

Song Qianxia stared intently at the screen, a cold smile playing on her lips.

Just as the progress bar was about to jump to 100%, at that crucial moment...

A soft sound of footsteps suddenly broke the silence of the office.

Song Qianxia's nerves tensed instantly.

Her intuition told her that someone was approaching.

Moreover, the footsteps of the person who came were extremely light, and they even deliberately avoided the seams of the floor tiles. This was a stealthy gait that had been professionally trained.

Before she could react.

A large, bony hand suddenly reached out from behind.

It rested steadily on the edge of her desk.

The man's clean, refreshing, and cool fragrance instantly enveloped her.

"Officer Song."

Gu Tingchen's voice came from behind.

It is gentle and without undulations, yet it possesses an extremely strong penetrating power.

"Not going back to the dorm so late at night."

"What are you looking for on this broken computer?"