You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

Li Mingyu was so choked by Lin Chen's words that his face turned bright red, as if he had been stripped naked in public, and all his dignity and self-esteem had been shattered!

The humiliation from last night still stung, and this morning's Bugatti Veyron felt like a thorn in his heart.

With both old and new grudges combined, he completely lost his mind!

"Lin Chen!"

He slammed his hand on the table and pointed at Lin Chen's nose, cursing loudly.

"The evidence is irrefutable! There are witnesses and physical evidence! Stop with your sarcastic remarks and attempts to gain attention!"

"I bet you just can't solve last night's case and are trying to make a name for yourself here! Don't think you're something special just because you drive a nice car. This is a police station, not a place for you to flaunt your wealth!"

Li Mingyu's voice became shrill with excitement, and everyone in the conference room frowned.

However, faced with this almost roaring accusation...

Lin Chen didn't even lift his eyelids.

He slowly stood up, ignoring the on the verge of collapse Li Mingyu, and walked straight to the large screen at the front of the conference room.

With his hands in his pockets and his posture upright, his leisurely composure stood in stark contrast to Li Mingyu's hysteria.

Lin Chen's gaze was focused on the high-definition photo of the car accident scene.

His gaze finally settled on the edge of the cliff, on that patch of dark asphalt road.

Zoom in here.

His voice was cool and calm, yet carried an undeniable sense of command.

The technician in charge of operating the computer paused for a moment, then subconsciously did as instructed.

The image was rapidly magnified and became increasingly clear.

On the edge of the cliff, a barely noticeable black scratch appeared before everyone's eyes.

The mark was short and faint, blending into the rough texture of the asphalt road surface. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice it at all.

Lin Chen stretched out his finger and touched the mark from a distance.

"Did you see that?"

His voice echoed throughout the conference room.

"These are the skid marks left on the ground by the tires when the ABS anti-lock braking system intervened at high speed."

"According to the on-site scale, its length is only 1.5 meters."

Old Captain Zhang Zheng frowned and subconsciously asked:

"1.5 meters? What can such a short mark prove?"

Lin Chen turned around, his sharp gaze slowly sweeping across the entire room before finally landing on Li Mingyu, whose face was beginning to turn pale.

"I would like to ask everyone, especially the veteran detectives here, a question."

"For a person with a blood alcohol content as high as 200mg, who is already deeply intoxicated and in a state of impaired consciousness, are their muscles tense or relaxed?"

The old team leader, Zhang Zheng, almost blurted it out.

"Of course he's loose! He can't even hold the steering wheel properly, let alone brake!"

Lin Chen nodded and continued his reasoning. His voice was not loud, but every word struck like a hammer blow to everyone's heart.

"That's right."

"When people are drunk and unconscious, their bodies are completely relaxed, and they cannot make any effective evasive maneuvers when faced with danger."

"It's even more impossible to make such a short, forceful, and extreme reaction of slamming on the brake pedal at the last moment before the vehicle is about to plunge off the cliff!"

Lin Chen slightly turned his body and made a sudden braking motion in the air, his eyes instantly turning sharp.

"Only when a person is extremely lucid and facing the immense fear of impending death will their survival instinct drive them to slam on the brakes with all their might!"

He paused for a moment, then uttered a conclusion that sent a collective gasp through the room.

"Therefore, the deceased Wang Jian was conscious in the last 0.5 seconds before the car plunged off the cliff!"

"He watched helplessly as he was drawn to death, desperately trying to save himself, but to no avail!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

A chorus of barely suppressed gasps erupted in the conference room!

The veteran detectives present looked at Lin Chen with shining eyes, nodding repeatedly, their eyes filled with admiration and awe.

This young man's observation skills are so sharp they're almost supernatural!

Li Mingyu's face had turned from red to green, then from green to white, and cold sweat kept sliding down his temples.

Every word Lin Chen said was like a resounding slap across his face.

He felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger, but he couldn't find any reason to refute it, so he could only blush and try to argue his way out of it.

"Then...that could also be a stress response! When a person is facing a life-or-death situation, their adrenaline surges, their potential explodes, and they make a subconscious action, is that not possible?!"

Even he himself felt unsure of his own words.

Lin Chen looked at him like he was an idiot, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Stress response?"

"Deputy Captain Li, please use your brain."

"The forensic report states that the deceased's blood alcohol content was 200mg/100ml. At this level, his nerve reflexes were so sluggish that they were almost nonexistent. Even if a god descended to earth, let alone adrenaline, it would be impossible for him to make such precise braking."

Lin Chen's voice suddenly turned cold, and his eyes were like knives.

"So, this is not an accident."

"It's murder!"

"The murderer used some method to make Wang Jian appear deeply intoxicated after his death, thus creating the illusion that he lost control while drunk driving and fell off a cliff!"

The evidence is irrefutable, and the logic is sound!

Li Mingyu could no longer utter a single word.

He felt dizzy and his legs went weak. If he hadn't grabbed the chair behind him, he probably would have collapsed to the ground.

Lin Chen ignored this guy who had completely turned into a clown.

"To verify my hypothesis, one final step is needed."

He turned and looked in the direction of the forensic autopsy room.

"I want to perform the autopsy myself."

……

Forensic autopsy room.

A chilling cold air, mixed with the distinctive smell of formaldehyde, hit me.

Under the enormous operating lights, a corpse covered with a white sheet lay quietly on the cold stainless steel dissection table.

Jiang Tingxue was wearing a perfectly fitted white lab coat, professional goggles, and blue rubber gloves. Her long, black hair was neatly pinned up at the back of her head.

Her expression was focused, her temperament as aloof as an ice lotus atop a snow-capped mountain, and the sharp scalpel in her hand was about to fall.

"Squeak—"

The door to the dissection room was pushed open.

Jiang Tingxue paused, her brows furrowing slightly as she turned back with some displeasure.

She hates being disturbed while she's working.

But when she saw that familiar figure at the door, a corner of the icy coldness in his eyes, which kept people at a distance, silently melted away.

It felt as if the ice and snow had just melted, and spring had arrived with flowers in bloom.

She immediately put down the scalpel in her hand and quickly went to meet him.

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Tingxue removed her mask, revealing a stunningly beautiful face that would amaze any man.

Her usual coldness vanished, replaced by a tenderness and joy that even she herself was unaware of.

She pointed to a set of purple clay teaware in the rest area next door, her voice soft.

"Would you like some tea? I just brewed some Biluochun tea and was about to bring it over to you."

The young intern assistant following behind her saw this scene and dropped the notepad in her hand with a "thud," her jaw nearly dislocating in shock!

Good heavens!

What did I see?

That forensic doctor, Jiang, who could verbally abuse interns to the point of despair, yet dissect corpses without batting an eye, and was privately known as the "Iceberg Ghoul" by everyone in the department...

She actually offered to make tea for a man?!

Was it a pre-Qingming Biluochun tea that she treasured herself and wouldn't even give to the section chief when he asked for it?!

Has the world gone mad?!

Lin Chen looked at Jiang Tingxue's bright eyes, smiled, and waved his hand.

"We'll drink the tea later."

He walked to the dissection table, his eyes instantly becoming focused and sharp.

"Get to work first."