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The atmosphere in the office of the Longdun Bureau branch in Donghai City was extremely oppressive.

Qin Yue stared at the large screen, her eyes bloodshot. The screen was filled with dense surveillance screenshots and data streams, like a net that was driving her crazy.

A technician with dark circles under his eyes and a hoarse voice.

"Captain Qin, regarding that blue stool, out of the more than 3,000 exchange points in the city, we've narrowed it down to 127 suspects who match the body type you provided."

Qin Yue pinched the bridge of her nose, her temples throbbing.

One hundred and twenty-seven.

Finding a needle in a haystack.

"Check them one by one."

Her voice was weary. "Investigate each of them for their alibi in the dock bombing and the Genesis building collapse."

"Yes."

The technician turned to leave.

The office door was suddenly flung open, and an intelligence officer rushed in, sweating profusely, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Report to Captain Qin! There's a new lead online!"

He pointed to his tactical tablet, panting heavily.

"Someone captured a high-resolution photo of the 'East Sea Fishing God' on the Donghai Bridge! And even included pictures!"

The entire office fell silent instantly.

Qin Yue suddenly looked up, her bloodshot eyes seeming to glow.

"Project it on the big screen!"

The next second, a photo took up the entire screen.

Beside the railing of the Donghai Bridge, a man with his back to the camera sat on a familiar blue plastic stool.

He wore a straw hat and his signature worn-out tank top. He was thin and held a fishing rod in his hand, looking relaxed.

it's him.

Qin Yue's heart skipped a beat.

"Technical team! Analyze the photos immediately! Compare the body measurements!"

"yes!"

The data stream scrolled wildly next to the photos.

"Captain Qin, the photo shows no signs of being photoshopped!"

"The figure's outline is 78% similar to the blurry figure in the dock's surveillance footage!"

"It's definitely him, fucking!"

Qin Yue's voice was hoarse, yet it carried an irrepressible excitement.

"Identify the poster's IP address! Determine when the photo was taken! Immediately dispatch personnel to the Donghai Bridge to set up surveillance!"

She stood up, placed her hands on the table, leaned forward, and had a cold and sharp expression.

"Alive! This time we must capture him alive!"

The entire command center instantly sprang into action at high speed.

"Location in progress... at a popular cafe in the west of the city!"

"The photo was posted 15 minutes ago!"

"Special Task Force One has departed! They will arrive at the Donghai Bridge in three minutes!"

Qin Yue stared intently at the screen, watching the red dots representing special operations vehicles on the map, and sped towards the target.

at last

I'm finally going to catch you by the tail.

"Report! Team one has arrived at the Donghai Bridge and spotted the target!"

The voice of the on-site commander, suppressing his excitement, came through the communicator.

Qin Yue clenched her fist.

"Is it under control?"

"Reporting to Captain Qin... there is a fisherman on the bridge."

The voice on the other end of the communicator suddenly became somewhat strange.

Qin Yue frowned.

"Hold them under control! Bring them back!"

"It's under control, but..."

"But what?! Tell me!"

Qin Yue shouted sternly.

The on-site commander's voice was filled with difficulty.

"He...he's sixty-eight this year, and he has a retirement certificate and a senior citizen's preferential treatment card..."

Qin Yue's expression froze instantly.

Almost simultaneously, the technician in charge of network tracking stood up, his face pale.

"Captain Qin...the person who posted the message...has been found."

His voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"He's a minor internet celebrity, livestreaming from a coffee shop... He admitted that the photos were photoshopped to ride the coattails of 'East China Sea Fishing God'... The original photo... the original photo is that old man on the bridge..."

boom--

Qin Yue felt as if her brain had been hit hard by a hammer.

A new photo was projected onto the big screen.

In the photo, an elderly man with a wrinkled face and gray hair is sitting on a blue plastic stool, smiling and making a peace sign at the camera.

The internet celebrity who photoshopped the picture even thoughtfully replaced his signature tank top and straw hat with his.

The entire command center was completely silent.

Everyone stared at the comparison of the two photos on the screen, their expressions more disgusted than if they had swallowed a fly.

"Pfft."

Someone couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Then, like lighting a fuse, suppressed giggles echoed from every corner of the office.

Qin Yue slowly turned her head, her gaze icy and piercing.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

She looked back at the screen, at the photoshopped image of the back that had ignited all her hope.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

Qin Yue slammed her fist hard on the alloy tabletop, causing the water glass on the table to jump up, crash to the ground, and shatter into pieces.

"asshole!"

Her roar echoed in the silent office, filled with endless frustration and humiliation.

"He tricked me again!"

She looked at the screen full of clues.

That blue stool that was treated like a sacred object.

That takeout bag whose ingredients have been analyzed countless times.

That printed playlist of "Good Luck" songs that could drive anyone crazy.

And here's this freshly made, multi-million dollar photoshopped image.

The more clues she found, the further she felt from the truth.

No.

It's not that we're getting further from the truth.

She felt like she was being driven crazy by these true and false clues.

……

Inside the gaming pod.

Li Haotian had no idea how much more work he had added to the Dragon Shield Bureau's workload.

He just rejected a high-priced offer from the mythical figure Indra.

"Friend, I'm very interested in your newly unlocked flamethrower unit. Name your price."

The pop-up ad for "Mythical Emperor Shitian" appeared again, exuding the wealth and power of a big shot.

Li Haotian yawned and replied slowly.

"Not for sale."

"This is for my own use, it's not for sale."

The other party was clearly not expected to refuse so decisively, and remained silent for a few seconds.

"Five million survival points, for the priority use of ten units of your account."

Li Haotian looked at the number and smiled.

"Dude, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about the phrase 'not for sale'?"

"Or do you think that having money really means you can do whatever you want?"

There was another moment of silence on the side of Di Shitian, the myth.

Clearly, as a top figure who has held a high position for many years and is used to solving all problems with money and resources, he is rarely rejected so bluntly.

"So what do you want?"

His tone carried a hint of impatience.

Li Haotian stretched and typed a line of text on the system panel.

"What do you want... Let me think."

"Okay, first tell me, how did you know I unlocked the new unit?"

From the moment he unlocked the Flameburst to the moment the other party sent him a message, only a few dozen seconds had passed.

This level of intelligence gathering is something that ordinary players shouldn't possess.

This time, Mythical Emperor Shitian replied very quickly.

"I have my own channels."

"This issue is outside the scope of our transactions."

Li Haotian smiled.

"Okay."

"Then my troops are not within the scope of our trade."

After saying that, he closed the chat window and prepared to log off.

He was very unhappy about being spied on.

He needed to figure out exactly how the other side's intelligence network operated.

Just as he was about to disconnect, the pop-up window stubbornly appeared again.

[A document titled "Speculations on Some Deep Data Interfaces in the Main God Game.docx" has been sent to you by Myth Emperor Screenshots.]

[Postscript: This is my sincere intention.]

Li Haotian raised an eyebrow.

Deep data interface?

He opened the file.

There were no lengthy explanations, only a structural diagram and a few brief annotations.

The diagram marked several server nodes he had never seen before, and the annotations boldly speculated that these nodes were not used for game operation, but rather served as "observation posts" for high-dimensional information to penetrate into the real world.

Furthermore, the document explicitly states that a very small number of talents of S-rank or higher can resonate slightly with these "observation posts," thereby "seeing" some underlying changes in the game that normal players cannot perceive.

For example, a player's gene tree unlocks a new branch.

Li Haotian's pupils contracted slightly.

It turned out to be the case.

talent.

Mythical Emperor Shitian possesses an extremely rare S-rank talent that leans towards intelligence gathering and reconnaissance.

This document is tantamount to revealing one of his biggest trump cards directly to Li Haotian.

[P.S.: Now, can we talk about the price?]

Li Haotian looked at the line of text and tapped his fingers on the panel.

"Can."

"But I don't sell military units."

"I'll sell you some information, information about 'The Doctor' and his masterpiece 'Zero'."

"So, top bro, wanna have some gossip?"