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

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

After completing the discharge procedures, Lin Chen practically fled the hospital amidst the doctors' and nurses' earnest advice to "take care of your health, hero advisor."

He breathed a long sigh of relief the moment he changed back into his own clothes.

Compared to yesterday's chaotic scene in the ward, where four women created a drama and the air was thick with the smells of jealousy and gunpowder, taking on twenty armed thugs single-handedly was as easy and pleasant as taking a walk after dinner.

Women are indeed more terrifying creatures than Barrett.

After returning to his post, Lin Chen drove his RS7 straight to the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

However, as soon as the car entered the compound, he keenly sensed that something was amiss.

A somber and oppressive atmosphere permeated the police station building.

In the corridor, the police officers who came and went hurried along, their faces no longer relaxed as usual, but instead solemn and regretful.

Especially in the forensic medicine department, the entrance, which was usually so deserted that flies could freeze to death, was now surrounded by layers of people, whispering among themselves and occasionally letting out a sigh.

What happened?

Lin Chen frowned slightly and strode over.

"Excuse me, could you please make way?"

He pushed through the crowd and looked into the forensic room.

He stopped in his tracks at just one glance.

Jiang Tingxue sat on a chair in the corner, looking lost and dejected.

She was still wearing that impeccably styled white coat, but her usually neatly combed hair was now somewhat disheveled, with a few strands clinging to her pale cheeks.

Those beautiful eyes, which always shone with rationality and wisdom behind her gold-rimmed glasses, were now swollen and red like two peaches, empty and devoid of any sparkle.

She sat there quietly, like a beautiful sculpture that had lost its soul, completely out of place with the surrounding noise.

This was the first time Lin Chen had ever seen her so vulnerable.

"Hey bro, what happened?"

Lin Chen casually grabbed a passing young police officer and asked in a low voice.

The police officer turned around, saw it was Lin Chen, and immediately showed a respectful expression. He sighed and said regretfully in a low voice:

"Advisor Lin, don't you know? Professor Qin... is gone."

"Professor Qin?"

"Professor Qin Shouren is the top surgeon in Jiangcheng and a nationally renowned surgical authority."

The officer's tone was filled with heartache.

"He was also Jiang's mentor at the University of Forensic Medicine, and the two had a father-daughter relationship."

The officer paused, then lowered his voice even further.

"Last night, Professor Qin jumped from the roof of his apartment building and died instantly..."

"Colleagues who conducted the on-site investigation said that there were no signs of a struggle, the doors and windows were intact, and the suicide note was found. The preliminary conclusion is that it was a suicide due to depression."

"The higher-ups are ready to close the case."

suicide?

Lin Chen's gaze fell once again on the thin figure in the corner, and his heart inexplicably clenched.

Jiang Tingxue, who was confident, composed, and even somewhat arrogant in her professional field, and who was an intellectual beauty who could set aside her pride and call herself "teacher" in pursuit of knowledge, was now like a butterfly with its wings soaked by a rainstorm, helpless and pitiful.

She seemed to have noticed his gaze.

Jiang Tingxue's empty eyes twitched, and she slowly raised her head.

The moment her gaze met Lin Chen's, her eyes, which had been holding back tears for so long and were already brimming with them, seemed to find an outlet to let them flow.

"Lin Chen..."

Her voice was hoarse and trembling with tears.

The next second, she suddenly stood up from the chair, like a drowning person grabbing the last piece of driftwood, and stumbled to Lin Chen.

Her small, icy hands gripped Lin Chen's arm tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"They all say it's suicide, but that's impossible!"

"My teacher was an optimistic and open-minded person all his life. We had dinner together last week, and he said he wants to take his wife on a world tour next spring!"

"How could he possibly commit suicide!"

Hot tears slid down her pale cheeks and dripped onto the back of Lin Chen's hand, carrying a scorching heat.

Her beautiful eyes were bloodshot and filled with despair, and her voice trembled violently with emotion.

"Someone must have framed him! Someone must have!"

"Lin Chen, please... please help me... help me find out the truth..."

"Only you can help me..."

Looking at the woman in front of him, who was on the verge of collapse, abandoning all pride and strength, and pleading with him desperately, Lin Chen's heart softened for no reason.

A strong urge to protect welled up from the bottom of my heart.

He didn't say anything, but simply took her cold hand in his own, and then gently pulled her into his arms.

Jiang Tingxue's body stiffened abruptly.

Immediately, her taut nerves seemed to snap completely, and she could no longer hold back. She buried her face in Lin Chen's firm chest and burst into tears.

The cries were filled with grievance, helplessness, and despair, moving all the surrounding police officers to turn away, unable to bear watching any longer.

Lin Chen gently patted her slightly trembling back and whispered in her ear in a steady and reassuring voice:

"Don't be afraid."

"Leave it to me."

Those five simple words seemed to possess a certain magic, miraculously calming Jiang Tingxue's collapsing emotions.

And just then...

A clear, cold voice rang out from behind the crowd.

"What are you all doing gathered here? Don't you have any work to do?"

The crowd automatically parted to make way for each other.

Su Qingge walked over with a kraft paper file folder in her hand and an icy expression.

However, when her gaze fell on the two embracing, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Something stung deep within those cold phoenix eyes, causing a pang of sorrow that she herself was unaware of.

She saw Jiang Tingxue crying in Lin Chen's arms, her face streaked with tears, while Lin Chen was like a most reliable harbor, allowing her to lean on him.

That was the place that should have belonged to her...

Su Qingge's breath hitched slightly, and her fingers gripping the file folder tightened unconsciously.

But she is, after all, Su Qingge.

In less than a second, she forcefully suppressed that inexplicable emotion and regained the calm and competence of a criminal police captain.

She walked up to the two of them and handed the file folder in her hand to Lin Chen.

"I also think there's something fishy about this case."

Her voice remained cold and businesslike.

"Professor Qin was a well-known figure in society, and his death had a great impact."

"But the on-site investigation report was perfect. Physical evidence, eyewitness testimony, everything pointed to suicide. We couldn't find any trace of homicide."

Hearing her voice, Jiang Tingxue, who was in Lin Chen's arms, suddenly woke up as if from a dream. Her pretty face flushed red, and she quickly withdrew from Lin Chen's arms. She wiped away her tears in a fluster, lowered her head, and dared not look into Su Qingge's eyes.

Lin Chen released her and casually took the file folder that Su Qingge handed him; it felt slightly heavy in his hand.

He opened the file folder, pulled out the scene photos and investigation report, and quickly flipped through them.

The scene in the photo is indeed excessively clean.

There was no fighting, no struggle, not even a single extra footprint.

The preliminary autopsy report from the forensic doctor also showed that, apart from the fatal injury caused by the fall from a height, there were no other suspicious injuries on the deceased's body.

Perfect...

It was as if someone had deliberately arranged it.

A cold smile curved at the corners of Lin Chen's lips.

He closed the file, looked up at the two stunningly beautiful women with different expressions in front of him, and spoke calmly, yet with an undeniable confidence.

"rest assured."

There is no perfect crime in this world.

"Dead people can talk too."