But Shi Jin couldn't show it. Looking at the safes that she had already pried open, no less than seven or eight, she silently gave her evaluation in her heart:

The Type 2 safe produced twelve years ago sacrificed some of its protective capabilities for ease of movement, and its movement was not as sophisticated as the Type 1 safe.

In short, a defeated general.

Relying on his superb acting skills, Shi Jin dragged out a job that could be completed in three minutes into thirty minutes. During the process, he even broke several tools and used some violent lock-picking techniques.

In short, after everyone who was watching the show felt themselves sweating profusely, Shi Jin finally opened the safe.

Of course, there won't be a next time.

Under her skillful hands, the thing was completely broken.

Her performance was in line with the young security officer's expectations. After all, she was just an ordinary mechanical maintenance worker, not a habitual professional lock picker, so it was normal for her to make some noise.

Seeing that the evidence was conclusive, the production line manager who had been so arrogant a few days ago lowered his half-bald head.

Although Shi Jin didn't know what happened, he knew that he might have to change his boss.

This kind of thing is like drawing cards. When a bad boss is transferred away, no one knows what kind of guy will come next.

The sudden farce ended quickly, and the security guards, whose attire and temperament were somewhat strange, took the suspect away from the production line.

Shi Jin also returned to his job once again and continued to play the role of a corporate slave.

Outside the factory, two young men were escorting the silent half-bald manager on the left and right.

"Today's mission went really smoothly. I wonder what's going on with the captain."

"I don't think there will be much progress. There's no pattern to the appearance of 'Magic Hands', and we have arrested countless people in the factory during this period of time. Not many of these guys are clean..."

"That's right. Let's send this guy in first, and then we'll go meet up with the captain right away. I'd like to learn a few more tricks..."

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“Specific transaction time.”

"Last night, last night..."

"Specific time!"

"I don't know, it was probably around twelve o'clock. I remember the moon was still very bright."

"Forget it, go out for a while, I'll talk to him alone."

Zhuang Mian interrupted the team member who was speaking in a rather tough tone and forcibly took over the ongoing interrogation.

It was called an interrogation, but in fact it was a report they received this morning.

This matter was originally not within the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Internal Affairs' purge team, but after a simple investigation by the members of the Public Security Bureau, they found that this matter seemed to be somewhat related to "Miaoshou".

The person who came to report was a small boss who ran a factory direct sales store in the outer city. Of course, he also had a more hidden identity, that is, a black market businessman.

According to his account, a woman wanted to sell him a small piece of gold last night. He himself had no ability to distinguish precious metals, but he knew that this kind of transaction was a violation of the rules, and few people would dare to do it even in the black market.

So the young boss chose to accept the offer, and then waited at the door of a security station in the inner city early in the morning and shouted to report.

After a simple test, it was found that the small piece of gold was not a genuine precious metal. The matter suddenly changed from a precious metal transaction to counterfeiting and trafficking, and the importance of the case instantly dropped.

But the security team soon discovered something was wrong.

That piece of "gold" looked more like it was cut from another whole block than it was smelted.

This is enough to show that there is still a lot of "gold" that has not been sold, and it is very likely that a certain scale of production and processing has already been achieved.

After they reported the incident, it was quickly merged with another one.

The list of items missing from the home of the office director of the factory that was robbed included a large number of gold jewelry.

What was shocking was that the office director personally explained that those things were all fake and that he had bought them from a black market merchant many years ago.

After repeated observations, the factory office director determined from the faintly visible patterns on the fake gold that this was one of his lost items.

As a result, the importance of the incident increased again, and it became an important piece of evidence directly related to the "Master".

The small boss who came to report was also sent to the interrogation room of the Ministry of Internal Affairs along with the fake gold.

Therefore, Zhuang Mian actually felt that this sudden interrogation was quite absurd.

Two seemingly unrelated cases were inexplicably linked together.

What she had to do now was to find out the customer's appearance from a black market businessman.

That's a black market. If everyone shows their faces when doing business, what's there to be "black" about?

Knowing that his men could not obtain any useful information, Zhuang Mian sent them out to guard the door of the interrogation room.

There was only himself and the small boss who came to surrender in the room.

The middle-aged businessman looked at the woman in front of him whose face was so cold that it was about to freeze, and he did not dare to be negligent in his heart.

He knew roughly where this was and had heard some rumors about the Upside-Down Sword.

Until now, he no longer hopes to get the bounty he expects, and only hopes to leave here alive.

Zhuang Mian stood up and walked behind the man, saying calmly:

"Relax, it's good for both of us."

Before the man could react, the brief but intense pain coupled with the dizziness from the beginning of the dream had already engulfed his sanity.

Ever since he first applied the ability of the dream channel to interrogation-related matters, Zhuang Mian has fallen in love with this feeling.

The ability to observe everything that has ever happened to the dreamer in an immersive way is what all relevant practitioners dream of having.

At this moment, she was standing in a corner of the black market stall, watching the middle-aged boss sitting on a low stool and the masked seller trading in the third person.

This allowed her to easily see the seller's gender, approximate height, and external physical features.

Female, chestnut hair, about 1.7 meters tall, walks with a steady pace, has some exercise experience or is engaged in physical work.

In the dream, Zhuang Mian gave his own judgment.

With only moonlight and the light of a small electric lamp, even she couldn't see the target's information through a dream.

After making sure that nothing was missing, Zhuang Mian exited the dream.

The young boss got the reward for reporting the crime as he wished, and was blindfolded and taken away from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Zhuang Mian quickly sorted out the information he had just received.

Less than two minutes later, the intercom in front of Zhuang Mian suddenly rang.

"Hello, this is Zhuang Mian from the cleanup team."

"Hello, Captain Zhuang, there is a gentleman who wants to see you."

"Do you have any documents?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and a nervous voice came:

"There is... there is a warrant signed by the councillor himself."