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

2 PM, Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau Major Crimes Unit Conference Room.

The projector's light shone on the white wall, emitting a buzzing sound as it cooled down.

Xiao Zhang from the cyber police unit held a newly printed urgent report in his hand, and pushed open the door with hurried and large strides.

"Captain Gu, the dark web monitoring system just triggered a level two alert."

Xiao Zhang placed the report in the center of the conference table.

"The account called 'Night Owl Messenger' posted an encrypted message on the underground forum's public channel ten minutes ago."

Old Zheng, who was drinking tea, put down his thermos.

Zhou Zheng also sat up straight in his chair, his gaze falling on the projection screen.

Gu Tingchen didn't say anything, but reached out and took the report, turning to the first page.

There is only one line of deciphered text above.

"Would a true master of a thousand faces personally come to correct the mistakes?"

This seemingly random and short statement caused an uproar in the quiet meeting room.

Old Zheng stroked his stubble and asked, puzzled, "Do these criminals like to use cryptic language now? What does 'correcting a mistake' even mean?"

That was a provocation.

On the video call screen, Xie Lin, who was far away overseas, pushed up his glasses.

"Night Owl's actions have always been highly purposeful. They deliberately sent Wang Qiang to impersonate Thousand Faces, and now they've left this message; it's a message to certain people in the underworld."

Xie Lin's voice sounded very serious.

"Or rather, they are testing whether Qianmian is truly dead."

The atmosphere in the meeting room instantly turned cold.

Everyone knew that the legendary figure in Cyrillic State who had once turned the underground order upside down had been rumored to have died six months ago.

But the way Night Owl is doing this clearly shows that he doesn't believe the news of the death.

Song Qianxia, ​​sitting in the far corner of the conference table, was holding a plastic stick from a lollipop in her hand.

When she saw that sentence in the report, her hand froze in mid-air.

Those bastards are fishing.

In her mind, Song Qianxia cursed those old foxes in charge of intelligence, Night Owl, to the bone.

In her past life, after completing a money laundering mission in Cyrillic, she simply went to the street to eat a bowl of spicy hot pot, only to be choked by a single peppercorn and unable to catch her breath.

This way of dying is truly outrageous, so outrageous that even the big shots in the underworld, who are used to conspiracies and tricks, simply cannot believe it.

They always thought she must have faked her death, and that she must have hidden the priceless Pandora key somewhere.

Now, Night Owl is deliberately creating counterfeit goods in Jiangcheng and posting provocative messages on the dark web.

It was all to force her to show herself.

They felt that, given Qianmian's arrogant and intolerant nature, he would definitely take action to eliminate anyone who made a fool of themselves under his name.

She leaves a trace whenever she takes action.

As long as there's a trace, Night Owl can trace her down through the internet.

Dream on!

Song Qianxia threw the plastic stick into the trash can without showing any sign of distress.

I have a proper job now, who has time to play this boring self-proof game with you guys on underground forums?

"Advisor Song."

Gu Tingchen's voice suddenly rang out.

Song Qianxia looked up and met Gu Tingchen's deep black eyes.

The man sat at the front of the conference table, holding a black pen and tapping it absently on the surface.

"What do you think of that statement?" Gu Tingchen asked.

All eyes in the room once again turned to Song Qianxia.

Lin Wan sat down next to her and whispered a reminder: "Aren't you a hater? Quickly analyze this from a hater's perspective."

Song Qianxia cleared her throat and leaned back in her chair.

"I think this Night Owl Messenger is a total drama queen."

She spread her hands, her tone somewhat nonchalant.

"They sent an imposter to cause trouble, but our Jiangcheng police caught him in half an hour. They lost face, so they had to find a way to save face."

Song Qianxia started talking nonsense.

"So they deliberately posted that sentence to project an air of 'everything is under control' and 'unfathomable.' In reality, it was just to save face on the dark web."

Old Zheng nodded in agreement: "That makes sense. These criminal organizations are now even more enthusiastic about online marketing than those internet celebrities."

Xie Lin sneered online: "Advisor Song, please don't use this kind of entertainment-oriented thinking to speculate about international criminal groups. Night Owl doesn't do useless work."

"Officer Xie, then why do you think it is?" Song Qianxia retorted without any politeness.

"Do you really think that Thousand Faces, who's already dead, can crawl out of his coffin, go through the internet cable, and beat them up?"

Xie Lin was speechless.

Gu Tingchen watched Song Qianxia arguing with someone at the conference table without interrupting her.

He knew better than anyone that the more nonchalant this little girl acted, the more guilty she was.

Correcting errors?

Gu Tingchen's gaze lingered on the report for a few seconds.

If Qianmian really didn't die, if she really is in Jiangcheng, or even in this room.

So Night Owl's next move will definitely not be as simple as just posting a message.

They will create a bigger commotion, forcing this person hiding in the shadows to take action.

"Alright."

Gu Tingchen put away his pen, interrupting the argument in the conference room.

"Whether Night Owl is fishing or doing a marketing campaign, as long as they dare to commit crimes in Jiangcheng, we'll arrest them one by one."

He stood up and his gaze swept across everyone's faces.

"The cyber police unit will continue to closely monitor the dark web and report any new encrypted data streams immediately."

"The criminal investigation team and the special police team are on standby."

After assigning tasks, Gu Tingchen adjourned the meeting.

People gradually packed their things and left.

Song Qianxia also grabbed her canvas bag, ready to go to the cafeteria with Lin Wan for a free dinner.

Just as he reached the door, Gu Tingchen's voice came from behind him again.

"Song Qianxia, ​​can you stay here for a moment?"

Lin Wan gave her a sympathetic look and whispered, "I guess they're going to cut your allowance again. Good luck."

After saying that, he ungratefully slipped away.

The meeting room door closed, leaving only the two of them.

Song Qianxia turned around and looked at Gu Tingchen, who was standing in front of the projection screen.

The setting sun shone through the window, casting a golden glow on the man's broad shoulders.

"Captain Gu, is there any further instruction?" Song Qianxia asked with a smile.

Gu Tingchen walked up to her, and the two of them got quite close.

He didn't speak, he just looked at her quietly.

His gaze was so sharp, it seemed to see right through her every thought and thought.

Song Qianxia felt a little uneasy under his gaze and subconsciously wanted to take a step back.

"Don't touch the dark web," Gu Tingchen said.

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"Owl has cast his net, and he's just waiting for the fish to run into it. If you check that account now, you'll be playing right into their hands."

Song Qianxia's heart tightened.

That devil incarnate, he really guessed that she planned to go back to her dorm that night to track down the IP address of that account.

"Captain Gu, what are you talking about?" Song Qianxia continued to play dumb. "My computer is so crappy it can't even run a large game, why would I touch the dark web?"

Gu Tingchen did not expose her lie.

He simply raised his hand and gently patted the strap of her canvas bag.

"Remember what I said yesterday."

Gu Tingchen looked into her eyes.

"You're standing in the sunlight now, as a member of the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau. Don't use those old methods to solve problems anymore."

"If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. It's not your turn, a temporary worker, to fight alone."

After saying that, Gu Tingchen walked past her, opened the conference room door, and left.

Song Qianxia stood still, looking in the direction of the door.

She reached out and touched the bag strap he had just patted, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Why not solve the problem using the old methods?

In the survival rules of the underworld, no one is trustworthy except yourself.

But now, this stubborn and principled criminal investigation captain is telling her in his own way.

Don't take the bait, I'll protect you.

Song Qianxia pursed her lips, slung her canvas bag over her shoulder, and strode out of the conference room.

"That's easy for you to say."

He muttered to himself, "I'll find a more discreet server to use when I get back tonight to investigate."