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The system settlement notification sounded.

Deep within Chen Lang's consciousness, a black and gold gift box unfolded on its own.

The six function panels are arranged in a row.

The text appears line by line.

[God-tier Skill Gift Box Open.]

[Reward locked: Permanent skill - God-level Counter-Surveillance.]

[Tracking and Recognition: Identifying the continuous following behavior of people, vehicles, and electronic devices.]

Anti-eavesdropping: Locating eavesdropping devices, identifying abnormal audio sources, and granting remote access permissions.

[Trace analysis: reconstructing personnel movement routes and identifying remaining information at the scene.]

[Disguise and Infiltration: Mastering methods of identity concealment, environmental integration, and low-exposure operations.]

[Route clearing: Plan evacuation routes and eliminate blind spots and interception points in surveillance.]

[Risk Prediction: Risks are assessed in advance by considering changes in the environment, personnel, and data.]

[Skill permanently bound.]

A massive amount of data flooded into my mind.

The coverage area of ​​building surveillance. The observation angles provided by car window reflections. Targets that are easily missed in the rearview mirror. The logic of calling a mobile phone microphone. Even activity traces left by clothing wrinkles, mud on shoe soles, and wear and tear on door locks.

All of these elements were combined into a complete judgment system in a very short time.

Chen Lang raised his eyelids.

The living quarters were still the same living quarters. But the information he saw suddenly had several more dimensions.

A camera on the left side of the center console covers the living room and cockpit, with a 17-degree observation gap below the bar. The bulletproof window reflects the bathroom doorway and also shows half of the area behind the sofa.

Shen Qingci's phone lay on the table. The screen was off, but the short video platform was still running in the background. The voice function had accessed the microphone two minutes ago, lasting for two seconds, and the permission chain was normal.

There are no external listening signals inside the vehicle. The armored doors are locked in place. The Titan uses independent encrypted communication, and external devices cannot access the core control layer.

Using the reflection in the car window, Chen Lang scanned the overhead lights, vents, and door gaps, and then brought the entrance to the living quarters into view.

In the blink of an eye, the entire vehicle had been thoroughly searched, from top to bottom.

everything is normal.

The phone screen lit up. A text message from Zhao Yulan was displayed in the background.

After the heavy truck left Dali, fans along the way kept taking pictures with their phones. The vehicle's features had already been exposed on various short video platforms. If someone were to follow the online route and wait on the main road outside Fenghuang Ancient Town, they would definitely be able to block this eight-axle behemoth.

Chen Lang swiped his thumb up. The SMS interface was completely cleared from the background.

He placed his phone face down on the wooden bar counter and turned to look at Shen Qingci.

She was sitting cross-legged at the other end of the sofa. Her journal lay open on her lap, the pen tip tracing a winding path along the parchment paper. The tie-dyed shawl Bai Weiwei had given her was on the armrest, which she pulled over and placed behind her back.

Chen Lang dried his hair with a towel and casually tossed the towel over his shoulder.

"What should I draw?"

"The pedestrian routes in Fenghuang Ancient Town." Shen Qingci didn't even look up. "The narrowest alley in the old town is only 1.2 meters wide. If you drive that big iron lump in, you won't be able to walk half the street."

"Then plan ahead and decide where to park your car."

"I've marked three."

The pen tip made three quick taps on the paper.

"There is an open space near the Rainbow Bridge, and the parking lot on the north bank of the Tuojiang River can fit large trucks. There is also an official camp outside the ancient city."

Chen Lang leaned over and glanced at her journal.

The route was drawn neatly in black pen. Next to it were the width of the streets and alleys, the number of steps, and the estimated walking time. In a few blank spaces, there were stamp-sized photos cut from tourist guides—stilted houses, stone-paved streets, and the Wanshou Palace by the Tuojiang River.

When did you check?

"While you were taking a shower."

"In the time it took me to take a bath, you've figured out the entire city's traffic system?"

Shen Qingci turned the page, revealing even denser annotations on the back.

"The food was also checked."

Chen Lang raised an eyebrow.

Her pen tip landed on a row of small characters: "There's a blood duck restaurant on Dongzheng Street, the kind where locals line up to eat it. There are a few teahouses on the second floor of Hongqiao with river views, and they're not crowded after 3 pm."

"Navigator Shen, this isn't route planning," Chen Lang said, staring at the notebook. "You're compiling a battle manual for Fenghuang Ancient City."

"When traveling, you need to have a plan for food, lodging, and transportation."

"So, shall we play?"

Shen Qingci paused for a moment.

"What game?"

"travel."

The name Chen Lang was drawn out for a very long time.

"Teacher Shen, we're just going shopping. We'll stroll around, grab a bite to eat, look at the lights across the river, and listen to the off-key singing at the next table. It's not like we're going to war."

Shen Qingci looked up at him.

"You just carried three people back down a 70-degree cliff by stepping on a plank."

"So what?"

"So our trip is fundamentally different from a normal person's trip."

Chen Lang braced the back of his head against the chair back and draped his long legs over the edge of the coffee table.

"Shen Qingci, haven't you ever thought about this—saving people is saving people, and shopping is shopping; these two things are completely unrelated."

He slowed down his speech.

"When we arrived in Fenghuang Ancient Town, we were just two ordinary tourists, eating rice noodles, drinking oil tea, and squatting by the river in the middle of the night, lost in thought."

"You're driving an eight-axle armored vehicle like a regular tourist?"

"Just leave the car outside the city. Didn't you mark the parking lot?"

"What if you've thrown it all away?"

"Go in on your legs."

"With your appearance, it's hard not to attract attention on the street."

Chen Lang looked down at his black T-shirt and tactical pants: "Isn't that plain enough?"

Shen Qingci's gaze swept over him.

From the wet hair clinging to her forehead, to the silver cross necklace draped over her collarbone, and then to the frame that stretched across her broad shoulders and narrow waist, capable of supporting any garment.

"white?"

"What's wrong?"

"If you're a vegetarian, then that heavy truck is just a bicycle."

Chen Lang braced himself against the back of the sofa with both arms and grinned.

"Okay, we'll label you then."

"not enough."

"Put on another pair of sunglasses."

"With sunglasses on your face, it looks like you're in a spy drama."

Chen Lang crossed his arms and carefully examined her.

"Then, Ms. Shen, could you put together an outfit for me?"

Shen Qingci's pen remained motionless on the paper.

Two seconds passed.

She flipped to a blank page in her journal and wrote three words at the top: "Travel Gear".

"Change to a light-colored top, and don't wear the windbreaker anymore. Change to a casual pair of pants, and wear canvas shoes or low-top sneakers. Tuck the necklace into your collar."

"Are you picking out clothes for your boyfriend, or helping a suspect change into civilian clothes?"

Shen Qingci's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the pen. A light blush spread across her ears.

She didn't say anything, staring down at the parchment paper, the scratching sound of the pen tip gliding across the paper quickening by two beats.

Chen Lang smiled and shifted his position. He rested his right arm on the back of the sofa, naturally crossing the gap between the two of them.

"And what about you?"

"Me what?"

What are you wearing?

Shen Qingci stopped holding the pen.

"Bai Weiwei's tie-dye shawl really suits the feel of Fenghuang Ancient Town." Chen Lang pointed to the piece of fabric on the handrail with his chin. "Pair it with a cotton-linen skirt, stand under the stilted building, and every shot will look like a masterpiece."

"Who wants to take a picture?"

"You have six photos of the ancient city in your journal."

Shen Qingci paused for half a second, then slowly closed the notebook and pressed the cover down with her elbow.

"That's called reference material."

"The reference material even cropped the picture of the stilted house into a heart shape?"

"That's for easy differentiation."

Chen Lang's lips curled up even higher.

Shen Qingci tapped the back of his hand with the cap of her pen.

"Shut your mouth."

"I didn't say anything."

"Your smile is practically reaching your ears."