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

Lin Chen's finger casually tapped on the third split screen.

The archivist named Lao Li, with his seemingly innocent face, instantly became the focus of the entire room.

Dead silence.

After a brief silence, Director Wang's suppressed sneer sounded particularly jarring in the empty laboratory.

"ha!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

He laughed as if he'd heard the funniest joke of the century, his beer belly sticking out, until tears almost streamed down his face.

"Consultant Lin, I admit you're a bit clever, but investigating cases requires logic!"

Director Wang abruptly stopped laughing, his fat face once again displaying a strong bureaucratic arrogance. He pointed at Old Li on the screen, his voice suddenly rising.

"Li Jianguo, 53 years old, has worked in the military industrial institute for 30 years sorting out archives. His ancestors were poor farmers for three generations. His political background check report is cleaner than my face!"

"You're telling me now that he's the mole?"

"Where's the evidence? Where's the motive? Just based on this little finger?"

"This is utterly absurd! It's the height of ridiculousness!"

Director Wang was spitting as he tried to regain the face he had just lost by using his most proficient methods of roaring and authority.

however.

He hadn't finished speaking.

Lin Chen's icy voice instantly echoed throughout the entire laboratory, freezing all his words in his throat.

"Noisy."

Lin Chen didn't even look at him; his gaze remained fixed on the screen, and he spoke as fast as a burst of bullets.

"Interrogation video, 3 minutes and 21 seconds."

"The interrogator asked him, 'Where were you between 10 p.m. and midnight on the night of the incident?'"

Lin Chen's voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Just moments before he answered 'working overtime in the archives organizing materials,' there was a barely perceptible twitch in his right shoulder, no more than three millimeters in diameter, lasting for 0.1 seconds."

Everyone instinctively looked at the screen, but couldn't see anything.

Director Wang immediately seized the opportunity to retort: ​​"Shocking?"

"Are you kidding me! Who doesn't fidget a little in an interrogation room? What kind of evidence is that!"

Lin Chen's unquestionable voice rang out again, carrying an absolute confidence that could crush everything.

This is "reverse inhibition".

"A highly trained top agent, when telling a colossal lie, will subconsciously engage opposing muscle groups to perform antagonistic contractions in order to suppress the instinct to retreat due to nervousness."

"His body is much more honest than his mouth."

Director Wang's brain felt as if it had been struck hard by a heavy hammer.

Reverse inhibition?

What the hell is this thing?

He'd never even heard of it!

Before he could react.

Lin Chen's fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard.

"The scene zooms in, at four minutes and seven seconds, he picks up the water glass and drinks for the first time."

On the main screen, Lao Li's action of holding the cup was instantly magnified to the extreme.

A chilling mockery curled at the corner of Lin Chen's mouth.

"Look at his little finger."

"The moment the water glass left the table, his little finger unconsciously curled up slightly at a 35-degree angle."

"Would someone who's worked at the bottom of the file management department for thirty years have such a habit, even eating with their hands?"

Lin Chen's voice suddenly turned sharp as a knife.

"This is typical royal English afternoon tea etiquette, a muscle memory ingrained in the bones of aristocrats from childhood!"

"You elites from the Secret Service can't even see this?"

Swish!

Director Wang's face instantly turned from red to white.

The expressions on the faces of the researchers who had initially been watching with a somewhat amused attitude gradually froze.

They began to feel a chill that went straight to their bones.

This young man wasn't reasoning.

He's skinning someone!

"besides!"

Lin Chen's voice did not pause at all, but instead became more and more urgent, like a storm, giving no one a chance to breathe.

The sound of keyboard typing resumed, the scene shifted, and the camera focused intently on Old Li's feet, which were clad in old cloth shoes.

"Throughout the entire 27-minute interrogation, his feet remained in a strange, outward-pointing posture."

"The distance between the heels is 30 centimeters, and the toes are turned outward at a 45-degree angle."

"Moreover, if you look closely, his heels never completely touch the ground; they are in a barely perceptible state of tiptoeing."

Lin Chen's eyes were as cold as a scalpel.

"This isn't how an ordinary person stands!"

"This is the most standard starting stance in Israeli Krav Maga! It allows for instantaneous power generation from any angle to snap an opponent's neck!"

"Does a record clerk need to adopt this posture to guard against your interrogators?"

The temperature inside the laboratory seemed to drop to freezing point at that moment.

When they looked at the honest-looking man on the screen again, their eyes were filled with deep fear.

That wasn't an archivist.

That was a beast disguised as a human, ready to devour anyone it could!

But that's not all.

Lin Chen's offensive has only just begun to reach its climax!

"Pixel-level zoom! Left hand! The web of the thumb! The inside of the first joint of the index finger!"

Lin Chen's instructions were like military orders; the technician's hands trembled as he zoomed in on the image to its maximum.

On his rough, dark skin, two thick calluses, deliberately smoothed out yet still clearly visible, were clearly exposed to everyone.

Lin Chen's gaze was like that of death.

"A person who deals with paper every day should have calluses on their fingertips."

"These two marks are irrefutable evidence of his years of using the same posture and intense gripping of heavy tubular and sheet-like objects!"

"The calluses on the web of my left hand are from holding up the butt of a large-caliber sniper rifle!"

"The calluses on the inside of my index finger are from gripping a tactical knife in a reverse hand position during combat to prevent it from slipping out of my grasp!"

"Director Wang, tell me, when did your military research institute's archives become equipped with sniper rifles and daggers?"

"Or are you saying that your files are all organized using these things?!"

Every word is piercing to the heart!

Every word is like a knife!

Director Wang's mouth was agape when he stumbled and crashed heavily into the chair behind him with a thud.

He made a "hoarse" sound in his throat, his brain completely shut down, a blank.

His prized interrogation experience proved as fragile as a thin sheet of paper in front of this man, torn to shreds!

The scene was deathly silent.

Lin Chen slowly stood up from his chair, his gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on Director Wang's bloodless face.

"The above are all corroborating evidence from behavioral science; a top actor might be able to fake it."

He paused, letting the suffocating silence linger in the air for a full three seconds.

"But there is one thing that no amount of training can erase, a physiological instinct."

Lin Chen pointed to the screen again, bringing up the audio waveform of the interrogation.

He pointed to one of the wave peaks that had hardly changed.

"When the interrogator first mentioned the words 'deep-sea ghost'."

"His heart rate, blood pressure, and even skin conductance were all normal; his disguise was flawless."

"but……"

Lin Chen's tone was icy, as if he were pronouncing a death sentence.

"His breath stopped for half a second at that moment."

"This is the 'Ghost Breath' that appears only when a top spy hears the name of their key target, a mixture of extreme excitement and nervousness!"