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Lynn took the brochure, flipped through a few pages casually, and suddenly froze. Images of the stolen equipment flashed through his mind: chips, sensors, high-end circuit boards… these were the key components needed to build a small rocket!

"Gwen, where is this space exhibition being held? When does it start?" Lynn's tone became tense.

Gwen was somewhat surprised, but still replied, "It's at the science museum in the city center. The exhibition has been running for two days, and the grand finale, the rocket launch demonstration, is the day after tomorrow."

Lynn suddenly realized. Perhaps things weren't as complicated as they thought. "Spider-Man" might not be building some high-tech weapon, nor was he working for some mysterious organization. His goal was likely simply to participate in this college space show, assemble a small rocket using the stolen equipment, and demonstrate his technical skills.

"I see..." Lynn muttered to himself, his brows gradually relaxing. He took out his phone and immediately dialed Mark's number.

"Mark, I know Spider-Man's goal! He's not up to any grand scheme; he's after the college space show downtown. He probably just wants to use the stolen equipment to build a rocket and show off his skills."

Mark paused for a moment on the other end of the phone, then suddenly realized: "Detective, you mean, it's not as complicated as we thought? He's just a show-off fanatic?"

"That's very likely." Lynn nodded, his voice low and firm. "But whatever the motive, his actions are still criminal. We must find him as soon as possible and stop him before the launch demonstration."

"Understood!" Mark's tone instantly became energetic. "I'll go investigate the exhibitor list for the space show right now; maybe I can find some clues."

After hanging up the phone, Lynn looked at Gwen with a smile: "Thank you, Gwen. You just solved a big mystery for me."

Gwen blinked, looking somewhat confused, and asked, "What did I do to help?"

"It's nothing," Lynn patted her shoulder. "Just keep following the news from the space show. Maybe you'll see a more interesting 'performance' than you expect this time."

Upon returning to his office, Lynn immediately instructed the technical team to access a special database. He requested that they filter out files on mutants who matched the age of college students and were active in the Manhattan area. This database, established by the federal government to track mutants, contained a wealth of basic information.

Mark walked in with a cup of coffee and saw Lynn intently staring at the screen. He couldn't help but ask, "Detective, have you found anything?"

Lynn didn't look up, his fingers flying across the keyboard: "Not entirely certain yet, but the direction is clear. 'Spider-Man' possesses extraordinary climbing abilities and a precise need for high-tech equipment, which is likely related to some kind of special mutant ability. Now we need to find people who match these characteristics."

As the system continued filtering, names and photos gradually appeared on the screen. Lynn further narrowed down the search, focusing only on mutants in the college student age group who had a recent activity record.

"Look at this." Lynn pointed to a file on the screen, his tone tinged with excitement. "Green Hamilton, 21 years old, his talent is magnetic attraction. He can manipulate metal and attach it to any surface, which perfectly explains Spider-Man's climbing ability."

Mark leaned over for a look and nodded in agreement: "That's definitely an important clue. Is there anything else about his background?"

Lynn continued reviewing the file: "Green showed an exceptional talent for engineering and physics from a young age. His abilities allowed him to easily manipulate electronic devices. He was briefly detained for illegally trespassing into a laboratory but was released because no serious consequences resulted. He is currently enrolled at a university in Manhattan and happened to be involved in this space exhibition."

A glint of excitement flashed in Mark's eyes: "Detective, it seems we've found our target. Green not only meets the age and ability requirements, but his academic background also perfectly matches the stolen equipment."

Lynn nodded, his gaze sharp. "That's right. He's very likely 'Spider-Man,' and this space expo is his stage. His motive might not be money, but rather to show off his abilities. But we must stop him."

He immediately ordered: "Contact the security department of the Manhattan Science Museum to increase surveillance of the exhibition. At the same time, we need to find out Green's recent movements and make sure we can apprehend him before he takes any action."

Mark responded quickly: "Understood! I'll arrange an investigation into Green to see if he has any other accomplices or potential hiding places."

The following day, Lynn entered the Manhattan University campus and, following the directions provided by students, arrived at the entrance to the science and engineering interest group's activity room. Through the glass window, he could see a group of students gathered around a large table, discussing something with great interest. The table was covered with various electronic devices, tools, and a half-finished miniature rocket model.

Lynn's gaze quickly locked onto one of them. The young man in the dark hoodie was sitting at the table, intently embedding a circuit board into the rocket's control module. His movements were fluid, and a focused yet confident smile played on his face, as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist, leaving only him and his work.

"Green Hamilton," Lynn murmured the name to himself. He didn't go inside, but stood outside the door, carefully observing the situation inside the activity room.

Green's classmates clearly admired him greatly, frequently asking him questions. He patiently answered them and even demonstrated with the tools in his hand. When a classmate suggested a new improvement, Green's face lit up with excitement, and he immediately began discussing it with everyone.

Lynn's hands clenched slightly. He was now quite certain that the young man before him was "Spider-Man." His abilities, his background, and the purpose of the stolen equipment all pointed to an undeniable fact: Green was using his abilities and talents to orchestrate a daring stunt show.

But Lynn didn't go in immediately. He stood outside, quietly watching Green interact with his classmates. He saw not only a mutant with special abilities, but also a group of young people passionate about technology, trying to achieve a dream through their own efforts.

Lynn's thoughts became complicated. His duty was to enforce the law, to bring Green to justice, and to stop his illegal activities. However, he also realized that Green might not be a malicious criminal. His actions were more of a rebellious outburst, a test of his abilities, and a thirst for recognition.

"Detective, are you going in?" Mark's voice came through the earpiece.

Lynn didn't answer immediately. He took a deep breath and finally said in a low voice, "No, don't go in yet. He hasn't made any dangerous moves."

"But he is, after all, a suspect..." Mark hesitated for a moment.

"I know," Lynn said calmly, yet with a hint of determination. "But perhaps he's just a young man who needs direction. If we disturb him now, we might not only ruin his future, but also push him down the wrong path."

Mark didn't speak again, but his silence carried a sense of understanding.

Lynn glanced at Green in the activity room one last time, then turned and left. He knew the case wasn't over, but perhaps he could handle the young "Spider-Man" in another way, so that justice wasn't just punishment, but also guidance.

A few days later, crowds thronged the Manhattan Science Museum as the student space exhibition officially opened. Lynn, with her sister Gwen, entered the exhibition hall, feeling the vibrant energy and boundless enthusiasm of the young people for science and technology.

"Bro, don't you think this place is super cool?" Gwen excitedly grabbed Lynn's hand and pointed to the various rocket models on the display stand. "Look at these designs, they're amazing! Some of them even look like professional-grade."

Lynn smiled slightly, looking at the excitement on his sister's face, his tone filled with a touch of doting: "It's really great. To see so many young people who love technology gathered together is something to celebrate in itself."

The two followed the crowd to the main exhibition hall, which was already packed with visitors. In the center was an open area where several university student teams were preparing for the final stage of their rocket test flights. One of the groups caught Lynn's attention; it was Green's group.

Green stood at the front of the group, explaining the rocket's design concept to the judges. His tone was confident and enthusiastic, and the students around him nodded in agreement from time to time. The rocket model on the table was exquisite and complex, clearly the result of careful design and debugging.

"Is that their rocket?" Gwen asked softly. "It looks really impressive!"

Lynn nodded, looking at Green with a complicated expression: "Yes, they are indeed excellent."

The test flight began, and the Green team's rocket was steadily placed on the launch pad. Amidst a countdown, the rocket ignited and lifted off, spewing a dazzling plume of flame as it soared straight into the sky. A gasp of amazement rose from the audience, and applause and cheers echoed throughout the exhibition hall.

After reaching the predetermined altitude, the rocket successfully released a small probe and transmitted real-time data back via signal. The entire test flight was flawless, earning unanimous praise from the judges.

Ultimately, Green's group was announced as the first prize winner of the space exhibition. His classmates hugged each other excitedly, and Green stood in the center of the group, his face beaming with undisguised joy and pride.

"That's awesome!" Gwen clapped excitedly. "Brother, they're really amazing!"

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Lynn clapped, but his gaze remained fixed on Green. This young man had accomplished something to be proud of through his talent and hard work, without going down any wrong path.

As they left the exhibition hall, Gwen took Lynn's hand and said happily, "Brother, do you think they might become future scientists or engineers? I think Green definitely will!"

Lynn looked at her sister and smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, Gwen. They have the potential, and they deserve that future."

A few days later, Lynn found an opportunity to meet Green at a coffee shop outside the school. Green seemed a little nervous; he sat opposite Lynn with his head down, his fingers nervously stirring the spoon in his coffee cup.

"Detective," Green spoke first, his voice low, "I know why you've come to me. About that equipment, I... I know I shouldn't have stolen it, but I really had no other choice. I just wanted to finish this space exhibition."

Lynn looked at him, her tone calm but serious: "Green, you're wrong. Whatever your motives, theft is always illegal. You're a smart young man, talented and capable, but you shouldn't use the wrong methods to achieve your goals."

Green gritted his teeth, a hint of shame flashing in his eyes: "I know, Inspector. I only intended to borrow the equipment and return it after the exhibition... but things got more and more complicated, and I didn't know what to do."

Lynn nodded. "I understand what you were thinking at the time, but you must understand that every wrong decision has consequences. Those stolen devices didn't come without a price."

Green looked up, his voice tinged with anxiety: "Detective, I'm willing to take responsibility. I know I owe a lot, but I will work hard and pay it all back as soon as possible."

Lynn looked at him and smiled slightly: "Very good, I hope you think that way. Actually, I've already paid for the equipment for you."

Green looked up abruptly, his face filled with shock: "What? You paid for me?"

"Yes," Lynn nodded, "but this isn't to let you shirk responsibility, but to give you a chance to start over. I don't want to see you ruin your future because of this."

Green's eyes were complicated; he seemed to want to say something, but he didn't speak.

Lynn continued, "I've already connected you with some after-school jobs, like at a nearby repair shop, a courier center, and a library that needs part-time workers. You can earn money through these jobs, pay off your debts, and learn how to achieve your goals in the right way."

Green's eyes reddened slightly, and he said softly, "Detective, I don't know how to thank you..."

"No need to thank me," Lynn said calmly, but with a firm gaze. "Thank yourself for choosing the right path. Remember, talent is a responsibility; use it to do the right thing, not let it become a burden."

Green nodded firmly, his voice filled with determination: "I understand, Inspector. I will work hard to pay off my debts and use my abilities to do more meaningful things."

Lynn smiled slightly, stood up, and patted him on the shoulder: "Very good. I hope the next time I see you will be after you have completed another great work."

Green looked up, a relaxed smile finally appearing on his face: "I will, Inspector. I won't let you down."

Watching Green's departing figure, Lynn breathed a sigh of relief.

The following evening, Lynn stood outside the Manhattan Chronicle building, leaning against his car waiting for Kate to finish get off work. The twilight light was soft, and people were coming and going on the street, but Lynn's gaze remained fixed on the building's entrance.

A moment later, Kate emerged from the revolving door carrying a handbag. Seeing Lynn, she smiled and said, "Detective, you're right on time." (End of Chapter)