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

Lin Chen's gaze fell on Professor Qin's fingers, which were slightly curled up due to rigor mortis.

His gaze did not linger on the paint under his fingernails, but instead focused on the extremely unnatural bending shape of those fingers.

Especially the index and middle fingers.

Those two fingers were bent at an odd angle, with the fingertips almost touching the palm, forming a strange ring.

"cut."

Li Mingyu's signature, disdainful sneer came from the doorway.

"Hey, Advisor Lin, you haven't seen rigor mortis before, have you?"

He crossed his arms, adopting a condescending attitude, and strolled over.

"It's normal for muscles to contract and stiffen after death, and for fingers to bend. Can that really be considered a clue?"

"What a fuss over nothing."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Tingxue frowned, about to retort, but was stopped by a reassuring look from Lin Chen.

Lin Chen still ignored Li Mingyu's nagging.

He bent down, extended his gloved hand, and gently grasped Professor Qin's cold, stiff right hand.

He closed his eyes.

The extraordinary perception of human muscles and bones brought about by the [Grandmaster-level Combat Mastery] was quietly activated at this moment.

He carefully felt every texture of the stiff muscles, and felt the subtle resistance from the stiffened force after death.

A few seconds later, Lin Chen slowly opened his eyes.

A startling glint flashed in those deep eyes!

"No."

He shook his head, his voice not loud, but it echoed clearly in the deathly silent morgue.

"This is not rigor mortis."

Li Mingyu's smile froze on his face.

"What nonsense are you spouting? What else could it be but rigor mortis?"

Lin Chen released his grip, slowly straightened up, and stared directly at Li Mingyu with lightning-fast eyes.

"The muscle contractions caused by rigor mortis are uniform, but the knuckle muscles of these fingers exhibit a kind of 'command-like' spasmodic lock-up."

"These are the traces left when the nervous system issues strong commands before death, but these commands are severed at the moment of death."

"In his final moments, Professor Qin used every last ounce of his will and strength to desperately transmit information!"

As he spoke, Lin Chen raised his right hand, mimicking the gesture of a corpse's fingers.

His index and middle fingers are bent at the same angle, with the tips pointing downwards.

This action is strange; it has no specific direction.

Lin Chen maintained this gesture, his brows furrowed, his mind racing.

In his mind, he rotated, disassembled, and reconstructed the gesture from 360 degrees.

He's simulating.

Simulate the simplest and most instinctive action a person on the verge of death can perform in their final moments when their consciousness is blurred and their body is out of control!

suddenly!

Lin Chen's pupils suddenly contracted!

A terrifying glint flashed in his eyes!

"I see!"

"This is not a static gesture, but a stiff form left behind after a dynamic action has been forcibly interrupted!"

"It's Morse code!"

Lin Chen spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice carrying a hint of cold sharpness.

"He was typing the code with his fingers! His index and middle fingers were together, representing a long 'stroke,' and in his last moments before dying, he was preparing to make the second stroke, which is why his fingers were in that stiff, almost-closed position!"

The message he typed was... "Drawing!"

Upon hearing this, the air in the entire morgue seemed to freeze!

Jiang Tingxue's beautiful eyes widened instantly, filled with disbelief and shock!

Li Mingyu was struck dumb, completely stunned, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

Lin Chen didn't give them any time to process what was happening.

He abruptly ripped off his sterile gloves, threw them into the medical waste bin, and strode out.

"Let's go to the scene!"

……

Half an hour later.

The apartment where Professor Qin Shouren lived before his death.

The area has been cordoned off by the police, but the interior remains exactly as it was at the time of the incident.

study.

As Lin Chen stepped inside, a faint scent of ink and old paper wafted towards him.

He didn't touch anything, but simply stood in the center of the study and slowly closed his eyes.

[Divine Insight], now activated!

In an instant, the entire study was presented in his mind in a completely new dimension.

The trails of dust, the refraction of light, the flow of air... everything is transformed into the most precise data stream.

His gaze swept across the entire room like a radar.

The books on the bookshelf are categorized into different types.

The stationery is neatly arranged on the desk.

An easel covered with a dust cloth in the corner.

Everything seemed so normal, too normal to be true.

Finally, his gaze settled on the huge, richly colored oil painting on the main wall of the study.

It is a copy of Van Gogh's "Sunflowers".

But the painting is so exquisite that it is almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

Lin Chen slowly walked to the picture and gazed at it quietly.

[Divine Treasure Appraisal], activated!

Om-!

The world before his eyes changed instantly.

The materials of the painting, the composition of the pigments, the age of the frame, the structure of the wood... countless pieces of information flooded into his mind like a waterfall.

[Item: High-quality replica of the oil painting "Sunflowers"]

[Era: Modern]

[Materials: Linen, pine frame, premium mineral oil paint...]

[Assessment: An abnormal layer exists on the back of the frame, with internal reactions involving metal and silicon crystals.]

found it!

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

He pulled a Swiss Army knife from his pocket and flicked the sharp blade away with a "whoosh".

When Li Mingyu, who was following behind, saw this, he was so scared that his soul almost flew out of his body!

He rushed forward in one stride, letting out a bloodcurdling scream.

"Lin Chen! What are you doing!"

"This painting is Professor Qin's most treasured possession, worth over a million! How dare you destroy this evidence?!"

"Can you afford to pay for the damage?"

Lin Chen still ignored him, as if he were a fly.

Under Li Mingyu's horrified gaze, Lin Chen raised his knife and brought it down!

His movements were lightning fast and incredibly precise!

The tip of the knife gently traced the edge of the back of the picture frame.

The canvas wasn't damaged in the slightest, and not even a single extra sound was made.

The moisture-proof cardboard covering the back had a small slit neatly cut into it.

Lin Chen gently flicked it with the tip of his knife.

A thin piece of wood, almost exactly the same color as the wood of the picture frame, was peeled off, revealing a small, carefully carved-out groove inside.

Inside the recess, a tiny black USB flash drive, about the size of a fingernail, lay quietly.

The entire movement was fluid and seamless, executed in one go.

The air was deathly silent.

Li Mingyu's shrill shouts came to an abrupt halt.

His eyes were wide open like copper bells, staring intently at the small USB drive. The color drained from his face at a visible speed, then suddenly surged back, turning into a deep purple!

He felt a burning pain in his face.

It felt like being slapped more than a dozen times by an invisible hand!

Speechless.

I am so ashamed!