100,000 Simulations: I Was a Criminal in My Dreams

"Ten thousand times." Chen Feng sat bolt upright in bed, cold sweat beading on his forehead, splashing onto the dimly lit screen of his phone. The time was 5:00 AM; only three hours remained until his graduation from police academy and his internship in the criminal investigation unit. It wasn't a nightmare. For the past four years, he'd had this "dream" every night. His dreams weren't filled with flowers and splendor, nor with tranquility; only endless, relentless crime simulations—from concealing weapons in street fights to fabricating crime scenes in serial killings; from the precise technique of prying open a bank safe in five seconds to manipulating…