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

The hairs on Song Qianxia's back stood up instantly.

"What are you talking about, the script...?"

"Hey, Captain Gu! I feel like I'm bursting with inspiration right now, I have to strike while the iron is hot and write down tonight's tactical recap immediately! Yes, write a report! I'm off!"

After saying that, she didn't give Gu Tingchen a chance to interrogate her alone and dashed into the police car outside.

On the way back, Song Qianxia huddled in the back seat of the police car, clutching her laptop, typing away furiously.

In an attempt to justify her earlier statement about a "ten-year-old script," she concocted a long list of obscure terms such as "criminal psychology," "spatial movement analysis," and "behavioral probability," piling up technical jargon to create a 5,000-word report titled "Report on Exhibition Hall Security Prediction and Suspect Psychological Modeling Assessment."

The police car sped back to the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau.

The Criminal Investigation Division office was still brightly lit at 2 a.m.

The operation was successfully completed.

The priceless Pandora core chip remained safely and undamaged in the display case. Furthermore, two suspects attempting to commit the crime were apprehended. The entire task force breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as Song Qianxia entered the door, she respectfully slammed the freshly completed 5,000-word report onto Gu Tingchen's desk, then quickly fled back to her workstation, pretending nothing had happened.

Old Zheng, carrying a thermos, walked over to Song Qianxia's workstation with a smile.

"Consultant Song, we really owe you a lot tonight."

Old Zheng gave a thumbs up.

"Those shouts you made in the monitoring room were absolutely brilliant! You had that kid's route figured out perfectly. In all my years as a police officer, I've never seen such amazing prediction."

Zhou Zheng also came over and, for the first time ever, expressed his approval of Song Qianxia.

"Indeed." Zhou Zheng touched the neck brace on his neck.

"Although you usually seem unreliable."

"But tonight's tactical instruction was absolutely flawless. It was far superior to the theoretical lessons in our SWAT team."

He was met with everyone's praise.

Song Qianxia didn't feel particularly happy.

Because she sensed it in the private office diagonally opposite.

A very oppressive gaze was fixed on her through the gap in the blinds.

Gu Tingchen sat behind his desk, holding the 5,000-word evaluation report written by Song Qianxia in his hand.

The man's gaze grew increasingly meaningful.

Song Qianxia swallowed hard and quickly began another round of nonsense.

Hi everyone, you flatter me.

Song Qianxia waved her hand, feigning humility.

"Actually, there's nothing magical about it."

"I just enjoy studying criminal psychology in my spare time."

She started talking nonsense.

"Combining the spatial flow of the site with behavioral probability."

"By building a mathematical model, I deduced the suspect's optimal route."

Song Qianxia was talking nonsense with a straight face.

"This is all science! The power of science is boundless!"

Old Zheng was stunned.

"Wow, these young people these days are really something. They're even using mathematical models to catch thieves."

Although Zhou Zheng didn't quite understand, he still found it impressive.

Lin Wan sat beside her, sorting through the files while asking in a low voice.

"Consultant Song, you said in the meeting before that you are a fan of Qianmian."

Lin Wan lowered her voice.

"Why are you, a fan, so disgusted by your idol's methods?"

Song Qianxia was worried about not having a place to showcase her talents.

Respond immediately.

"Lin Wan, you just don't understand."

Song Qianxia took a sip of water to moisten her throat.

"I'm not an ordinary fan."

"I'm a hater."

Lin Wan was stunned.

"Anti-fans?"

"Yes, that's right." Song Qianxia said confidently.

"Don't you know the rules of the fandom now?"

"Too much of a pink can turn into a dark color."

"I studied her information every day, just to find her flaws, and then I posted a lot of complaints about her online."

Song Qianxia spoke more and more fluently.

"The tricks that imposter used tonight were an insult to my intelligence."

"As a professional hater, I absolutely cannot tolerate this kind of reputation-damaging behavior!"

Lin Wan was stunned.

"The haters have done such detailed research? They even know the weight-bearing capacity of the exhaust ducts?"

"Absolutely." Song Qianxia patted her chest.

"Love what you do. Even haters should have professional ethics."

The office door was pushed open.

Gu Tingchen came out from inside.

He held a freshly printed interrogation record in his hand.

The man strode up to Song Qianxia.

"Professional hater."

Gu Tingchen looked down at her, his tone slightly teasing.

"Your professional ethics are truly admirable."

Song Qianxia chuckled twice.

"Captain Gu, you flatter me. It's all about serving the people."

Gu Tingchen did not expose her nonsense.

He threw the interrogation records he was holding onto the table.

"The college student confessed."

Gu Tingchen pulled up a chair and sat down.

"He was just a tool for people to do things for money. The other party contacted him through the dark web and paid a deposit with cryptocurrency."

"He didn't even know if the other person was male or female."

Old Zheng felt that things were not simple.

"Hasn't this lead gone cold?"

"It's not broken." Gu Tingchen looked towards the interrogation room.

"The real imposter is the key."

Gu Tingchen tapped his long, slender fingers on the table.

"But this person is very stubborn."

"He hasn't said a single word since he was brought back."

"His colleagues from the interrogation department took turns using various psychological tactics, but he managed to evade them all."

Gu Tingchen looked at Song Qianxia.

"He has clearly received very professional training in counter-interrogation."

Song Qianxia sneered inwardly upon hearing this.

That kind of third-rate stuff, and they call themselves professionally trained in counter-interrogation?

He probably just memorized a few "Anti-Interrogation Guides" and started acting all high and mighty.

"What should we do then?" Lin Wan asked anxiously.

"If he doesn't speak up, we won't know who ordered him to steal the chips."

"Night Owl's gang is definitely still keeping an eye on things from the shadows."

Gu Tingchen did not answer Lin Wan's question.

He suddenly stood up.

"Song Qianxia".

Gu Tingchen called her name.

A sense of foreboding rose in Song Qianxia's heart.

"Captain Gu, what are your orders?"

Gu Tingchen looked at her, and the corners of his mouth curled up very slightly.

"To the interrogation room."

Song Qianxia's eyes widened in surprise.

"ha?"

She immediately shook her head vigorously.

"Captain Gu, are you kidding me!"

"I'm just a temporary intern, how would I know how to conduct interrogations!"

Song Qianxia began to feign ignorance.

"I don't even know how to write an interrogation record."

"Let's leave these professional matters to the professional police officers."

Gu Tingchen wasn't buying it at all.

"Aren't you a professional hater?"

Gu Tingchen used her own words to shut her up.

"You know so much about Qianmian's modus operandi, you even built a mathematical model for it."

"Go and talk to him. See what this 'man of a thousand faces' really is all he's got."

Song Qianxia wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Captain Gu, haters only care about attacking people online; they don't provide any after-sales support!"

"I really can't do this!"

Gu Tingchen was too lazy to listen to her nonsense.

He reached out and grabbed the back of Song Qianxia's hoodie collar.

He lifted her off the chair like a chick.

"Enough talk, get in!"