You're just a locksmith! What are you doing catching swindlers at the start?

Su Wan gently kicked Lin Zhou under the table, but Lin Zhou swallowed the phrase "lifetime free warranty" without changing his expression.

He picked up the teapot and got up to refill Su Wan's mother's tea.

"Auntie, have some tea."

Su Wan's mother watched as Lin Zhou hurriedly poured tea.

She took the teacup, gently blew on the tea leaves, took a sip, and mentally gave the young man an extra score.

It wasn't because he was quick at unlocking, but because he had just been kicked by Su Wan.

He didn't offer any explanation or take the opportunity to make any further promises; instead, he stood up and poured tea.

This kind of reaction ability is even more valuable than picking a lock.

Just as the group of people were chatting happily, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the private room.

At first, there were only faint voices, like several people talking loudly at the end of the corridor.

Lin Zhou's mother paused for a moment, but seeing that Lin Zhou's father was still focused on eating the chopped chili fish head, she didn't pay any attention.

Su Wan was picking up her teacup to pour tea when her hand suddenly paused slightly, and she put the teacup down.

The crying was mixed with a few indistinct shouts.

It sounded like someone was calling out a name, and there were also running footsteps.

"I'm going out to take a look."

Su Wan stood up, pushed her chair back, making a slight scraping sound.

Lin Zhou also stood up. The two of them pushed open the door to the private room, and there were already people running in the same direction down the corridor.

A large crowd had gathered at the entrance to the stairwell of the emergency exit.

Some people were filming videos with their phones, some were covering their mouths and talking to the people next to them, and some were making phone calls.

Su Wan squeezed into the crowd, with Lin Zhou following behind her. Their shoulders brushed past a middle-aged man in a mall security guard uniform.

Su Wan showed her identification, and the security guard immediately made way for her.

A crowd had gathered in front of the fire door of the safety passage.

A young woman was squatting on the ground, her makeup ruined by tears, her fingers gripping a metal handle next to the fire door tightly.

Behind that door was a small cold storage room used to store ingredients for the Hunan cuisine restaurant and several other restaurants nearby.

The cold storage door was very thick, with a stainless steel shell, and white cold air was emanating from the edges of the door seams.

A large padlock was hanging on the doorknob.

"My daughter! My daughter is inside!"

The young woman looked up at Su Wan. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her lips were trembling.

"She was playing hide-and-seek with her brother—she said she hid inside, and then the door closed! How long was she inside? Tell me how long she was inside—"

Someone nearby said it had been about ten minutes, and someone else said they had called the fire department but the firefighters hadn't arrived yet.

Someone tried to help the woman up from the ground by pulling her hand, but she refused to get up.

His hand gripped the cold lock ring tightly, his knuckles already frozen purple.

Su Wan turned to look at Lin Zhou.

"Can this be opened?"

Lin Zhou looked at the padlock.

The lock has a stainless steel casing, a standard pin tumbler mechanism, and a thin layer of frost on its surface.

The temperature in the cold storage is below minus ten degrees Celsius. At this temperature, the metal lock cylinder will shrink, and the pins and springs will become brittle, resulting in a completely different feel.

And there might be ice in the keyhole.

Condensation seeps in and freezes, making tools slippery.

He remained silent for a long time, his gaze sweeping over the white cold air emanating from the crack in the cold storage door, before looking at Su Wan.

"Don't ask, it's definitely possible."

He stepped forward, squeezed through the crowd, squatted down in front of the cold storage door, placed his tool bag on the ground, and unzipped it.

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A middle-aged man in a plaid shirt next to him was looking down at him.

He was holding a bunch of keys—probably the owner of a shop.

"Young man, this is the lock for the cold storage, not a regular door lock. Only the manager has the key, and he's not here today—are you sure you can handle it? What if the key breaks inside? What if you block the keyhole and can't open the lock?"

Lin Zhou did not look up.

He took the wire out of his toolbox; its copper-yellow tip gleamed under the corridor lights.

He was about to speak when Su Wan spoke first.

"I am a police officer."

She held up her badge, showing it to the man in the plaid shirt so he could see the badge and name.

"He's the technical expert I hired, a specially appointed technical consultant for the municipal bureau. He can open this cold storage door. If there's any problem—"

She took the documents back.

"I'll take responsibility."

The man in the plaid shirt opened his mouth, looked at Su Wan and then at Lin Zhou, and took a step back.

People nearby started whispering among themselves, with one saying, "The police have vouched for him."

Some people said, "Let her drive, let her drive, there's a child inside."

The young woman, who was squatting on the ground, looked up at Lin Zhou, her eyes red and her lips trembling.

Just then, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

"He's that guy online! The one who's the 'Three-Second King'! He's incredibly fast at picking locks! I just watched his livestream yesterday!"

The crowd stirred slightly.

Several young people holding up their phones quickly turned their cameras toward Lin Zhou. Some squatted down to film his face, while others zoomed in to focus only on the wire in his hand.

The voices in the crowd changed—"The 'Three-Second King' will do; he can open the safe in just a few seconds too."

"I told him he looked familiar; he wore that blue down jacket every time he unlocked a door."

Upon hearing these words, the young woman squatting on the ground felt her knees buckle and tried her best to suppress her sobs.

She stared intently at Lin Zhou's hand with bloodshot eyes—it was her only hope.

Lin Zhou shut these sounds out of his ears.

He inserted the wire into the keyhole. The keyhole was filled with ice, making it harder to push the wire in than usual.

He pinched the wire with his fingers and slowly pushed it in.

Do not apply too much force, otherwise the frozen marble will get stuck on the spring. If you apply too much force, the marble will freeze solid in the groove, and the lock will be completely blocked.

He rotated his wrist, and the tip of the wire touched the first marble, gently pushing it up.

The marble moved, feeling rough, like stepping on frozen snow.

He silently counted the angles in his mind and continued turning.

The white steam rising from the crack in the cold storage door made his fingers icy cold, but the three fingers he was holding the wire remained motionless, with only his wrist making a very slight movement.

Some people were whispering, while others held their breath.

Su Wan stood behind him, neither urging him nor asking how much longer he would need to wait.

She knew he was listening intently to the frozen lock.

Every time his fingers turned the dial, he was communicating with the lock.

She was simply keeping track of the time—how many seconds had passed since he inserted the wire into the keyhole.

The white vapor seeping from the cracks in the cold storage door grew thicker and thicker.

Lin Zhou pushed the second marble up, and the third one froze, becoming even more astringent than the first two.

He adjusted the angle of the wire, gently twisted it with his fingertips, crushing the ice shards bit by bit, and then pushed it up again once the marble could move.

Finally, the last marble fell into the slot. He pulled the wire out sharply, while simultaneously turning the padlock with his left hand.

With a crisp click, the frozen latch sprang open, and the padlock fell into Lin Zhou's other hand, covered in frost and gleaming silver.

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The man in the plaid shirt glanced back at him, hesitated for a few seconds, and then stepped back completely.

The voices in the crowd changed—"The 'Three-Second King' will do; he can open the safe in just a few seconds too."

"I told him he looked familiar; he wore that blue down jacket every time he unlocked a door."

Upon hearing these words, the young woman squatting on the ground felt her knees buckle and tried her best to suppress her sobs.

She stared intently at Lin Zhou's hand with bloodshot eyes—it was her only hope.

Lin Zhou shut these sounds out of his ears.

He inserted the wire into the keyhole. The keyhole was filled with ice, making it harder to push the wire in than usual.

He pinched the wire with his fingers and slowly pushed it in.

Do not apply too much force, otherwise the frozen marble will get stuck on the spring. If you apply too much force, the marble will freeze solid in the groove, and the lock will be completely blocked.

He rotated his wrist, and the tip of the wire touched the first marble, gently pushing it up.

The marble moved, feeling rough, like stepping on frozen snow.

He silently counted the angles in his mind and continued turning.

The white steam rising from the crack in the cold storage door made his fingers icy cold, but the three fingers he was holding the wire remained motionless, with only his wrist making a very slight movement.

Some people were whispering, while others held their breath.

Su Wan stood behind him, neither urging him nor asking how much longer he would need to wait.

She knew he was listening intently to the frozen lock.

Every time his fingers turned the dial, he was communicating with the lock.

She was simply keeping track of the time—how many seconds had passed since he inserted the wire into the keyhole.

The white vapor seeping from the cracks in the cold storage door grew thicker and thicker.

Lin Zhou pushed the second marble up, and the third one froze, becoming even more astringent than the first two.

He adjusted the angle of the wire, gently twisted it with his fingertips, crushing the ice shards bit by bit, and then pushed it up again once the marble could move.

Finally, the last marble fell into the slot. He pulled the wire out sharply, while simultaneously turning the padlock with his left hand.

With a crisp click, the frozen latch sprang open, and the padlock fell into Lin Zhou's other hand, covered in frost and gleaming silver.

The voices in the crowd changed—"The 'Three-Second King' will do; he can open the safe in just a few seconds too."

"I told him he looked familiar; he wore that blue down jacket every time he unlocked a door."

Upon hearing these words, the young woman squatting on the ground felt her knees buckle and tried her best to suppress her sobs.

She stared intently at Lin Zhou's hand with bloodshot eyes—it was her only hope.

Lin Zhou shut these sounds out of his ears.

He inserted the wire into the keyhole. The keyhole was filled with ice, making it harder to push the wire in than usual.

He pinched the wire with his fingers and slowly pushed it in.

Do not apply too much force, otherwise the frozen marble will get stuck on the spring. If you apply too much force, the marble will freeze solid in the groove, and the lock will be completely blocked.

He rotated his wrist, and the tip of the wire touched the first marble, gently pushing it up.

The marble moved, feeling rough, like stepping on frozen snow.

He silently counted the angles in his mind and continued turning.

The white steam rising from the crack in the cold storage door made his fingers icy cold, but the three fingers he was holding the wire remained motionless, with only his wrist making a very slight movement.

Some people were whispering, while others held their breath.

Su Wan stood behind him, neither urging him nor asking how much longer he would need to wait.

She knew he was listening intently to the frozen lock.

Every time his fingers turned the dial, he was communicating with the lock.

She was simply keeping track of the time—how many seconds had passed since he inserted the wire into the keyhole.

The white vapor seeping from the cracks in the cold storage door grew thicker and thicker.

Lin Zhou pushed the second marble up, and the third one froze, becoming even more astringent than the first two.

He adjusted the angle of the wire, gently twisted it with his fingertips, crushing the ice shards bit by bit, and then pushed it up again once the marble could move.

Finally, the last marble fell into the slot. He pulled the wire out sharply, while simultaneously turning the padlock with his left hand.

With a crisp click, the frozen latch sprang open, and the padlock fell into Lin Zhou's other hand, covered in frost and gleaming silver.

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The voices in the crowd changed—"The 'Three-Second King' will do; he can open the safe in just a few seconds too."

"I told him he looked familiar; he wore that blue down jacket every time he unlocked a door."

Upon hearing these words, the young woman squatting on the ground felt her knees buckle and tried her best to suppress her sobs.

She stared intently at Lin Zhou's hand with bloodshot eyes—it was her only hope.

Lin Zhou shut these sounds out of his ears.

He inserted the wire into the keyhole. The keyhole was filled with ice, making it harder to push the wire in than usual.

He pinched the wire with his fingers and slowly pushed it in.

Do not apply too much force, otherwise the frozen marble will get stuck on the spring. If you apply too much force, the marble will freeze solid in the groove, and the lock will be completely blocked.

He rotated his wrist, and the tip of the wire touched the first marble, gently pushing it up.

The marble moved, feeling rough, like stepping on frozen snow.

He silently counted the angles in his mind and continued turning.

The white steam rising from the crack in the cold storage door made his fingers icy cold, but the three fingers he was holding the wire remained motionless, with only his wrist making a very slight movement.

Some people were whispering, while others held their breath.

Su Wan stood behind him, neither urging him nor asking how much longer he would need to wait.

She knew he was listening intently to the frozen lock.

Every time his fingers turned the dial, he was communicating with the lock.

She was simply keeping track of the time—how many seconds had passed since he inserted the wire into the keyhole.

The white vapor seeping from the cracks in the cold storage door grew thicker and thicker.

Lin Zhou pushed the second marble up, and the third one froze, becoming even more astringent than the first two.

He adjusted the angle of the wire, gently twisted it with his fingertips, crushing the ice shards bit by bit, and then pushed it up again once the marble could move.

Finally, the last marble fell into the slot. He pulled the wire out sharply, while simultaneously turning the padlock with his left hand.

With a crisp click, the frozen latch sprang open, and the padlock fell into Lin Zhou's other hand, covered in frost and gleaming silver.

The man in the plaid shirt glanced back at him, hesitated for a few seconds, and then stepped back completely.

The voices in the crowd changed—"The 'Three-Second King' will do; he can open the safe in just a few seconds too."

"I told him he looked familiar; he wore that blue down jacket every time he unlocked a door."

Upon hearing these words, the young woman squatting on the ground felt her knees buckle and tried her best to suppress her sobs.

She stared intently at Lin Zhou's hand with bloodshot eyes—it was her only hope.

Lin Zhou shut these sounds out of his ears.

He inserted the wire into the keyhole. The keyhole was filled with ice, making it harder to push the wire in than usual.

He pinched the wire with his fingers and slowly pushed it in.

Do not apply too much force, otherwise the frozen marble will get stuck on the spring. If you apply too much force, the marble will freeze solid in the groove, and the lock will be completely blocked.

He rotated his wrist, and the tip of the wire touched the first marble, gently pushing it up.

The marble moved, feeling rough, like stepping on frozen snow.

He silently counted the angles in his mind and continued turning.

The white steam rising from the crack in the cold storage door made his fingers icy cold, but the three fingers he was holding the wire remained motionless, with only his wrist making a very slight movement.

Some people were whispering, while others held their breath.

Su Wan stood behind him, neither urging him nor asking how much longer he would need to wait.

She knew he was listening intently to the frozen lock.

Every time his fingers turned the dial, he was communicating with the lock.

She was simply keeping track of the time—how many seconds had passed since he inserted the wire into the keyhole.

The white vapor seeping from the cracks in the cold storage door grew thicker and thicker.

Lin Zhou pushed the second marble up, and the third one froze, becoming even more astringent than the first two.

He adjusted the angle of the wire, gently twisted it with his fingertips, crushing the ice shards bit by bit, and then pushed it up again once the marble could move.

Finally, the last marble fell into the slot. He pulled the wire out sharply, while simultaneously turning the padlock with his left hand.

With a crisp click, the frozen latch sprang open, and the padlock fell into Lin Zhou's other hand, covered in frost and gleaming silver.

The voices in the crowd changed—"The 'Three-Second King' will do; he can open the safe in just a few seconds too."

"I told him he looked familiar; he wore that blue down jacket every time he unlocked a door."

Upon hearing these words, the young woman squatting on the ground felt her knees buckle and tried her best to suppress her sobs.

She stared intently at Lin Zhou's hand with bloodshot eyes—it was her only hope.

Lin Zhou shut these sounds out of his ears.

He inserted the wire into the keyhole. The keyhole was filled with ice, making it harder to push the wire in than usual.

He pinched the wire with his fingers and slowly pushed it in.

Do not apply too much force, otherwise the frozen marble will get stuck on the spring. If you apply too much force, the marble will freeze solid in the groove, and the lock will be completely blocked.

He rotated his wrist, and the tip of the wire touched the first marble, gently pushing it up.

The marble moved, feeling rough, like stepping on frozen snow.

He silently counted the angles in his mind and continued turning.

The white steam rising from the crack in the cold storage door made his fingers icy cold, but the three fingers he was holding the wire remained motionless, with only his wrist making a very slight movement.

Some people were whispering, while others held their breath.

Su Wan stood behind him, neither urging him nor asking how much longer he would need to wait.

She knew he was listening intently to the frozen lock.

Every time his fingers turned the dial, he was communicating with the lock.

She was simply keeping track of the time—how many seconds had passed since he inserted the wire into the keyhole.

The white vapor seeping from the cracks in the cold storage door grew thicker and thicker.

Lin Zhou pushed the second marble up, and the third one froze, becoming even more astringent than the first two.

He adjusted the angle of the wire, gently twisted it with his fingertips, crushing the ice shards bit by bit, and then pushed it up again once the marble could move.

Finally, the last marble fell into the slot. He pulled the wire out sharply, while simultaneously turning the padlock with his left hand.

With a crisp click, the frozen latch sprang open, and the padlock fell into Lin Zhou's other hand, covered in frost and gleaming silver.

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The voices in the crowd changed—"The 'Three-Second King' will do; he can open the safe in just a few seconds too."

"I told him he looked familiar; he wore that blue down jacket every time he unlocked a door."

Upon hearing these words, the young woman squatting on the ground felt her knees buckle and tried her best to suppress her sobs.

She stared intently at Lin Zhou's hand with bloodshot eyes—it was her only hope.

Lin Zhou shut these sounds out of his ears.

He inserted the wire into the keyhole. The keyhole was filled with ice, making it harder to push the wire in than usual.

He pinched the wire with his fingers and slowly pushed it in.

Do not apply too much force, otherwise the frozen marble will get stuck on the spring. If you apply too much force, the marble will freeze solid in the groove, and the lock will be completely blocked.

He rotated his wrist, and the tip of the wire touched the first marble, gently pushing it up.

The marble moved, feeling rough, like stepping on frozen snow.

He silently counted the angles in his mind and continued turning.

The white steam rising from the crack in the cold storage door made his fingers icy cold, but the three fingers he was holding the wire remained motionless, with only his wrist making a very slight movement.

Some people were whispering, while others held their breath.

Su Wan stood behind him, neither urging him nor asking how much longer he would need to wait.

She knew he was listening intently to the frozen lock.

Every time his fingers turned the dial, he was communicating with the lock.

She was simply keeping track of the time—how many seconds had passed since he inserted the wire into the keyhole.

The white vapor seeping from the cracks in the cold storage door grew thicker and thicker.

Lin Zhou pushed the second marble up, and the third one froze, becoming even more astringent than the first two.

He adjusted the angle of the wire, gently twisted it with his fingertips, crushing the ice shards bit by bit, and then pushed it up again once the marble could move.

Finally, the last marble fell into the slot. He pulled the wire out sharply, while simultaneously turning the padlock with his left hand.

With a crisp click, the frozen latch sprang open, and the padlock fell into Lin Zhou's other hand, covered in frost and gleaming silver.

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The voices in the crowd changed—"The 'Three-Second King' will do; he can open the safe in just a few seconds too."

"I told him he looked familiar; he wore that blue down jacket every time he unlocked a door."

Upon hearing these words, the young woman squatting on the ground felt her knees buckle and tried her best to suppress her sobs.

She stared intently at Lin Zhou's hand with bloodshot eyes—it was her only hope.

Lin Zhou shut these sounds out of his ears.

He inserted the wire into the keyhole. The keyhole was filled with ice, making it harder to push the wire in than usual.

He pinched the wire with his fingers and slowly pushed it in.

Do not apply too much force, otherwise the frozen marble will get stuck on the spring. If you apply too much force, the marble will freeze solid in the groove, and the lock will be completely blocked.

He rotated his wrist, and the tip of the wire touched the first marble, gently pushing it up.

The marble moved, feeling rough, like stepping on frozen snow.

He silently counted the angles in his mind and continued turning.

The white steam rising from the crack in the cold storage door made his fingers icy cold, but the three fingers he was holding the wire remained motionless, with only his wrist making a very slight movement.

Some people were whispering, while others held their breath.

Su Wan stood behind him, neither urging him nor asking how much longer he would need to wait.

She knew he was listening intently to the frozen lock.

Every time his fingers turned the dial, he was communicating with the lock.

She was simply keeping track of the time—how many seconds had passed since he inserted the wire into the keyhole.

The white vapor seeping from the cracks in the cold storage door grew thicker and thicker.

Lin Zhou pushed the second marble up, and the third one froze, becoming even more astringent than the first two.

He adjusted the angle of the wire, gently twisted it with his fingertips, crushing the ice shards bit by bit, and then pushed it up again once the marble could move.

Finally, the last marble fell into the slot. He pulled the wire out sharply, while simultaneously turning the padlock with his left hand.

With a crisp click, the frozen latch sprang open, and the padlock fell into Lin Zhou's other hand, covered in frost and gleaming silver.

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The voices in the crowd changed—"The 'Three-Second King' will do; he can open the safe in just a few seconds too."

"I told him he looked familiar; he wore that blue down jacket every time he unlocked a door."

Upon hearing these words, the young woman squatting on the ground felt her knees buckle and tried her best to suppress her sobs.

She stared intently at Lin Zhou's hand with bloodshot eyes—it was her only hope.

Lin Zhou shut these sounds out of his ears.

He inserted the wire into the keyhole. The keyhole was filled with ice, making it harder to push the wire in than usual.

He pinched the wire with his fingers and slowly pushed it in.

Do not apply too much force, otherwise the frozen marble will get stuck on the spring. If you apply too much force, the marble will freeze solid in the groove, and the lock will be completely blocked.

He rotated his wrist, and the tip of the wire touched the first marble, gently pushing it up.

The marble moved, feeling rough, like stepping on frozen snow.

He silently counted the angles in his mind and continued turning.

The white steam rising from the crack in the cold storage door made his fingers icy cold, but the three fingers he was holding the wire remained motionless, with only his wrist making a very slight movement.

Some people were whispering, while others held their breath.

Su Wan stood behind him, neither urging him nor asking how much longer he would need to wait.

She knew he was listening intently to the frozen lock.

Every time his fingers turned the dial, he was communicating with the lock.

She was simply keeping track of the time—how many seconds had passed since he inserted the wire into the keyhole.

The white vapor seeping from the cracks in the cold storage door grew thicker and thicker.

Lin Zhou pushed the second marble up, and the third one froze, becoming even more astringent than the first two.

He adjusted the angle of the wire, gently twisted it with his fingertips, crushing the ice shards bit by bit, and then pushed it up again once the marble could move.

Finally, the last marble fell into the slot. He pulled the wire out sharply, while simultaneously turning the padlock with his left hand.

With a crisp click, the frozen latch sprang open, and the padlock fell into Lin Zhou's other hand, covered in frost and gleaming silver.

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The man in the plaid shirt glanced back at him, hesitated for a few seconds, and then stepped back completely.

The voices in the crowd changed—"The 'Three-Second King' will do; he can open the safe in just a few seconds too."

"I told him he looked familiar; he wore that blue down jacket every time he unlocked a door."

Upon hearing these words, the young woman squatting on the ground felt her knees buckle and tried her best to suppress her sobs.

She stared intently at Lin Zhou's hand with bloodshot eyes—it was her only hope.

Lin Zhou shut these sounds out of his ears.

He inserted the wire into the keyhole. The keyhole was filled with ice, making it harder to push the wire in than usual.

He pinched the wire with his fingers and slowly pushed it in.

Do not apply too much force, otherwise the frozen marble will get stuck on the spring. If you apply too much force, the marble will freeze solid in the groove, and the lock will be completely blocked.

He rotated his wrist, and the tip of the wire touched the first marble, gently pushing it up.

The marble moved, feeling rough, like stepping on frozen snow.

He silently counted the angles in his mind and continued turning.

The white steam rising from the crack in the cold storage door made his fingers icy cold, but the three fingers he was holding the wire remained motionless, with only his wrist making a very slight movement.

Some people were whispering, while others held their breath.

Su Wan stood behind him, neither urging him nor asking how much longer he would need to wait.

She knew he was listening intently to the frozen lock.

Every time his fingers turned the dial, he was communicating with the lock.

She was simply keeping track of the time—how many seconds had passed since he inserted the wire into the keyhole.

The white vapor seeping from the cracks in the cold storage door grew thicker and thicker.

Lin Zhou pushed the second marble up, and the third one froze, becoming even more astringent than the first two.

He adjusted the angle of the wire, gently twisted it with his fingertips, crushing the ice shards bit by bit, and then pushed it up again once the marble could move.

Finally, the last marble fell into the slot. He pulled the wire out sharply, while simultaneously turning the padlock with his left hand.

With a crisp click, the frozen latch sprang open, and the padlock fell into Lin Zhou's other hand, covered in frost and gleaming silver.