When Qin Feng inserted the bloodstained SIM card into the Big Ben console, the sound of the gears meshing startled the pigeons of the entire city of London. Tang Ren's mahogany sword stuck in the pendulum, and the bronze bell tongue swung three centimeters away from his nose, reflecting the CRIMASTER rankings rotating 30 degrees.
"The Great Shift of the Universe!" Tang Ren's scream was crushed by the sound of the bell. The system interface on Su Chen's retina suddenly collapsed into a Mobius ring, and the criminal data tampered by the Q organization over the past twelve years poured out from the ring like a venomous snake - each perfect crime was connected from beginning to end, forming a closed loop that devoured itself.
Lvy's holographic projection seeped out from the cracks in Roman Number IV: "Mr. Qin, your father personally uploaded your mother's consciousness to the CRIMASTER database. Are you going to destroy her last chance of survival now?"
The clock tower suddenly tilted forty degrees. Qin Feng grabbed the gear chain in the middle and looked at the ultimate code left by his father-in-law. In the rust of Big Ben, there was the Qin family's ancestral motto encrypted with the amplitude of the pendulum: "Study things to gain knowledge".
"Wrong... You are all wrong!" Tang Ren suddenly took out his dowsing ruler and poked it into the control panel. The copper money mechanism ejected seven silver needles, accurately piercing the riveting points of the Roman numerals. Big Ben sounded its dying bell, and all the criminal data streams began to rewind.
Su Chen's system screamed from the depths of his consciousness. The faces of the victims wiped out by the Q organization suddenly materialized, and a translucent hand stretched out from between the gears to grab Lvy's projection. When Qin Feng recited the first math formula his mother taught him, the entire clock tower turned into a huge Pascal triangle, and each number lit up the pupils of the wronged souls.
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When the 27th bubble of Tang Ren's Nezha Wind Fire Wheel appeared in the water, he finally touched the rusted bronze Xiezhi statue. The brain wave induction network laid by the Q organization on the riverbed was emitting a cold blue light, weaving the subconscious of thousands of London citizens into a "mass judgment system."
"Thunderbolt! I'll break your formation!" He took out a glutinous rice ball and stuffed it into the Xiezhi's mouth. Qin Feng controlled the drone on the shore to drop a high-voltage electric shock device. The truth of twelve years ago emerged from the exploding waves - Qin Feng's mother's portrait suddenly appeared in the list of the first generation of CRIMASTER developers.
Su Chen fell to his knees in agony from the system's backlash. In his blurred consciousness, he saw that the real "gardener" of the Q organization was actually the remaining AI personality of his mother. Before the explosion, she planted her own consciousness fragments into the global crime database, and was reborn like a seed in every murder case.
"Mom..." Qin Feng's bracelet suddenly lit up the coordinates of the Qin family's ancestral home. When he embedded the pocket watch left by his father into the left eye of the Xiezhi, the bronze beast spit out not flames, but tons of physical evidence: bloody account books, tampered autopsy reports, and even the police ID that Tang Ren lost in Bangkok.
Tang Ren suddenly pulled out half of the stone tablet from the mud: "Isn't this the 'Laborers' Monument' carved by my great-grandfather?!" In the incomplete part of the inscription, the Q-mark was oozing blood in the moonlight.
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When Kiko's fireworks exploded in the cellar of the Qin's ancestral hall, 2,000 old Nokia phones were playing "The Flower of the Imperial Concubine" in different languages. Tang Ren's dragon-hunting ruler suddenly disintegrated automatically, and the parts were assembled into a bronze key - the core component of the "Zheng He Secret Box" stolen from the British Museum.
"It turns out that our ancestors had already planned this!" Tang Ren poked the key into the Tai Chi diagram on the altar. The cellar wall flipped upside down, revealing several brain specimens soaked in formalin. Each nerve synapse was connected to the CRIMASTER user's brain-computer interface, just like the evil device in St. Martin's Church.
Qin Feng trembled as he touched a glass jar labeled "Qin Zhoushi". His mother's neurons suddenly lit up with starlight in the solution, and a will written in incense ash appeared on the ground: "The true perfect crime is to make evil long for light forever."
The tablets in the ancestral hall suddenly collapsed collectively. Su Chen's system captured the key frame in the data torrent - at the scene of the explosion that year, the mother did not operate the self-destruction program in the end, but engraved the original code of the Q organization into the gear parameters of Big Ben.
"So she is the first generation 'Gardener'..." Su Chen spat out a mouthful of black blood. The system interface suddenly turned pure white jade color, and all the tampered criminal records began to automatically correct themselves.
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Three months later, when Tang Ren transformed the electronic compass into a Feng Shui hot pot induction cooker, Qin Feng was staring at the new CRIMASTER leaderboard in a daze:
[Night Watchman, number of problems solved: 0 (supervising all closed cases)]
Kiko's video call surfaced from the bottom of the boiling pot: "The remnants of the Q organization 놇 Tokyo Ginza 뇾 Ukiyo-e laundered money. This time they said..." The picture was suddenly exposed by Tang Ren's chopsticks.
"What are you talking about! Let's eat the tripe first!" He picked up a piece of beef and threw it towards the camera. "This time I'm going to bring ten compasses and make an electromagnetic divination array!"
Su Silently wiped the bronze key left by his mother. The new task of the system flashed on the retina: "Warning: Gu Kaizhi's "Luo Shen Fu Tu" has quantum entanglement phenomenon", and in the incense burner of the ancestral hall, a photo half-hidden by ashes showed the figure of Qin Feng's father - he was standing at Tokyo Tower, with Sinuo's origami bracelet on his wrist.
The shadow of Big Ben swept over the rising heat of the hot pot, casting a new mystery on the CRIMASTER homepage. The wind from the Thames wrapped the lyrics of the Cantonese opera twelve years ago, blowing the laughter and scolding of the three men into the more cloudy dawn.