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

The incandescent lights in the interrogation room were blindingly bright.

Although the imposter was terrified by Song Qianxia's remarks about the dark web, his inherent recklessness remained.

He shrank his neck and his eyes darted around.

"I really don't know who the other party is. Dark web transactions never ask about the source; that's the rule."

He stubbornly refused to admit it, trying to salvage some ridiculous face in front of the police.

"And even though I took the money, my skills are still top-notch in the underworld!"

He looked at Song Qianxia's young and beautiful face and laughed contemptuously.

"Little policewoman, what do you know about the underworld?"

"What's so great about a thousand faces? She was just lucky not to get caught."

"If it weren't for the sheer number of you police officers, I would have taken that damn chip tonight! What she can do, I can do too!"

Song Qianxia was about to pick up the paper cup on the table and take a sip of water.

Hearing this, she laughed in anger.

Are they even in the top ranks?

With such rudimentary skills, he wouldn't even be worthy of carrying shoes for someone in the underground black market of Cyrillic continent.

At that moment, the interrogation room door was pushed open. Officer Li walked in carrying a large, transparent evidence bag.

"Captain Gu, all of this kid's tools for committing the crime have been confiscated."

Old Li placed the heavy bag of evidence on the table.

Upon seeing his own equipment, the imposter immediately raised his chin even higher.

"See these? They're all top-of-the-line!"

He looked at Song Qianxia defiantly.

"Your Jiangcheng police probably haven't even seen many of these things before."

Song Qianxia was too lazy to even roll her eyes.

She stood up and pulled the evidence bag directly in front of her.

"Old Li, unzip your jacket."

Old Li paused for a moment, then turned to look at Gu Tingchen.

Gu Tingchen leaned back in his chair, his long, slender fingers toying with a fountain pen. He didn't stop him; instead, he raised his chin with interest.

Old Li quickly opened the evidence bag.

Song Qianxia put on disposable gloves and took out the items one by one, arranging them neatly on the interrogation table.

"A cutting-edge item?"

Song Qianxia picked up the dark electronic device and threw it directly in front of the fake product.

"Fourth-generation RF decoder".

"The underlying logic chip of this thing is still an old model from three years ago."

"On the black market, this thing is worth at most two hundred US dollars now, including international shipping."

The imposter's face stiffened.

"You're lying! The person who sold it to me said it was the latest model and charged me five thousand!"

Song Qianxia gave a cold laugh.

"Then congratulations, you've been taken advantage of by unscrupulous merchants."

"The Pioneer Technology booth uses a sixth-generation quantum encryption lock."

"If you take a fourth-generation piece of junk to decode it, its processing speed will be as slow as a snail's pace."

"Besides being able to trigger an alarm instantly, it can't even crack a fart."

The imposter opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Song Qianxia didn't stop, and then picked up the black rappelling rope.

"And this rope of yours,"

She weighed it in her hand.

"It can indeed bear the weight, but the material is ordinary industrial nylon."

"This material generates a lot of noise when it slides down and rubs against the metal pipe."

"Real infiltrators use special Kevlar-blended sound-absorbing fibers."

"When you slide down this broken rope, the friction sound is as loud as a pig being slaughtered."

"Do you really think the SWAT officers outside are deaf?"

The imposter swallowed hard, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Old Li listened in stunned silence.

How come this new consultant, Song, knows more about the thief's equipment than the thief himself?

Song Qianxia threw down the rope and her gaze fell directly on the imposter's hands.

She walked around the table and stood in front of the imposter. She grabbed his handcuffed hand and showed it to Old Li.

"The area between my thumb and index finger is covered with thick calluses. My palms are rough and my knuckles are large."

Song Qianxia unceremoniously shook off his hand.

"These are marks left from long-term use of heavy blunt objects or machetes."

"Thieves who do meticulous work have hands that are better maintained than those of pianists. This is because the dexterity of their fingers determines the speed at which they can pick locks and whether they survive."

"Your hands are so rough, you'd be too rough to even carry bricks on a construction site. And you're telling me you're a skilled technician?"

The imposter instinctively pulled his hand back.

His arrogance has been largely dampened.

But Song Qianxia gave him no chance to catch his breath. She walked back to the table and picked up the printed announcement letter.

Pointing to the blood-dripping Gothic font and smiley face symbol above.

Song Qianxia looked disgusted.

"Of all the people you could impersonate, you had to pretend to be a thousand faces."

"Did you know that Qianmian suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

"If she really wanted to draw a smiling face, the curvature of the eyes had to be precise to the millimeter. Absolutely perfect symmetry!"

"The smiley face you drew has a huge left eye and a tiny right eye, and the mouth is crooked to one side. It's practically public torture for people with OCD!"

Song Qianxia became increasingly angry as she spoke, slapping the announcement letter in her hand repeatedly.

"And this tacky layout is just awful!"

The imposter was completely overwhelmed by her rapid-fire attacks.

He never imagined that a young girl from the municipal police station could strip him bare, leaving him with nothing but his underwear.

Not only did they expose him, but they also relentlessly attacked his intelligence.

"One last thing,"

Song Qianxia suddenly stopped all her complaints and expressions.

Her eyes instantly turned completely cold.

He placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and stared into the eyes of the imposter.

"There's dark red mud in the gaps between the soles of your shoes."

"That's the red soil unique to the area near the abandoned slaughterhouse on the outskirts of the city."

"There's black blood stains under my fingernails that I can't wash off. That's the residue left behind after blood oxidizes and seeps into the stratum corneum."

Song Qianxia's words were like daggers to the heart.

"You reek of years of involvement in the lowest levels of the underworld."

"These are traces of long-term exposure to violent crime, and even the death of someone."

"You're not some skilled thief at all. You're just a desperate criminal who does whatever it takes for money!"

"You think you can hide your indelible stench by wearing a mask and a cloak?"

These words were spoken.

The air in the interrogation room instantly plummeted to freezing point.

The imposter's face turned deathly pale at a visible speed.

His lips began to tremble, and cold sweat streamed down his face.

All the pretense he was so proud of was like a transparent joke in front of this woman.

He looked into Song Qianxia's cold eyes and felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

What kind of monster is this woman?

Without even asking about the specific technical details, they uncovered his entire secret with just a few glances.

Old Li stood to the side, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

He looked at the evidence on the table, then at Song Qianxia. He could hardly believe his ears.

This isn't a temporary worker, it's practically a human X-ray machine and lie detector!

Gu Tingchen sat to the side, watching everything unfold without making a sound.

He tapped the table lightly with the pen in his hand.

The crisp sound was particularly loud in the quiet interrogation room.

"Now."

Gu Tingchen looked at the imposter who had completely collapsed.

"Can we have a proper talk about the person who gave you a million?"