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

Bitter almond flavor.

It's extremely faint, so faint that even if a police dog puts its nose right up to the cup, it absolutely cannot smell it.

Lin Chen's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a dangerous pinhead.

He understood everything in an instant!

This fake chicken cup wasn't made to scam people at all!

This is bait!

A "Trojan horse" deliberately planted by Jack in this antique exhibition!

Given Jack's twisted artistic pursuits, he would never engage in meaningless experimentation.

The fakes are just a smokescreen to attract everyone's attention; the real killer is definitely hidden somewhere in this exhibition hall!

Lin Chen casually tossed the fake item, which had been contaminated with a trace of toxin, back onto the display stand, making a crisp "clang" sound.

He didn't make a fuss.

He knew very well that if the hundreds of wealthy and influential people present panicked and caused a stampede, the consequences would be unimaginable.

And this is exactly the farce that madman wanted to see.

"Dad, Mom, why don't you go with the manager to the VIP lounge for a cup of tea to calm your nerves?"

I'm going to the restroom.

Lin Chen calmly gave his parents some instructions, then turned and walked off the stage.

In the instant he turned around.

[Master-level Micro-expression Analysis]!

[Godlike insight!]

Full power, unleashing explosive power from every angle!

Om-!

At this moment, Lin Chen's brain transformed into the most efficient radar, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping across the entire magnificent exhibition hall.

He's filtering!

Filter out those amazed, angry, and fawning faces.

Filter out the glittering brilliance of those jewels.

He was searching for the absolute "disharmony" hidden beneath the ultimate extravagance!

Three seconds later.

Lin Chen's gaze was fixed on the northwest corner of the exhibition hall, on a giant medieval oil painting that occupied an entire half wall!

It was a reproduction of "The Last Supper," painted in a dark and somber style.

In Lin Chen's all-seeing gaze, he clearly "saw" that behind the heavy wooden frame of the oil painting, in the gap between the wall and the frame, there was an extremely faint infrared beam that was absolutely imperceptible to the naked eye, flickering eerily at a frequency of once per second!

found it.

Lin Chen didn't stop. Like any other guest, he picked up a glass of champagne from a passing waiter's tray and gracefully headed towards the restroom.

But in the instant I passed by that giant oil painting.

His body slid silently into the narrow visual blind spot behind the oil painting at an incredible angle!

Behind the oil painting is a recessed access panel for a ventilation duct.

At this moment, the iron gate of the inspection port has been removed and replaced by a metal device that is only the size of a shoebox, but whose structure is so complicated that it makes your scalp crawl!

This is a miniature poison gas generator!

Above the device are three transparent glass jars filled with high-pressure liquid cyanide.

Below the glass jar is a purely mechanical countdown firing device composed of hundreds or thousands of extremely tiny mechanical gears, hairsprings, and springs!

There are no electronic circuits, and no remote control receiver!

This means that conventional signal jammers are completely ineffective against it!

This is the oldest, purest, and most deadly aesthetic of mechanical violence!

At this moment, on the mechanical dial that represented the countdown to death, the hands were coldly moving toward the end.

Only 30 seconds left!

Once the countdown reaches zero, the main spring will release terrifying kinetic energy, shattering the glass jar. High concentrations of cyanide gas will then travel through the ventilation ducts, covering the entire exhibition hall within three seconds!

Everyone here will suffocate to death silently!

Lin Chen's eyes turned icy cold at that moment.

What an ingenious mechanical structure.

Unfortunately, you ran into me.

[God-level Mechanical Mastery]!

Om-!

In Lin Chen's eyes, the complex metal device instantly became transparent.

The meshing angle of every gear, the tension coefficient of every spring, and the vibration frequency of every hairspring were all broken down into the most intuitive physical data in his mind!

He "saw" the deadly main spring hidden deep within the layers of gears, connected to the firing hammer.

There were no professional bomb disposal suits or sophisticated bomb disposal tools.

Lin Chen slowly reached his suit pocket with his left hand.

There lay a very ordinary black bobby pin that he had casually taken from Su Ke'er's head before leaving this morning.

This is his only tool now.

Countdown, twenty seconds!

Lin Chen's breathing stopped completely at that moment, and he forcibly suppressed his heartbeat to the lowest frequency with his willpower.

[God-level magic hand speed], ultimate burst!

His right hand held the small hair clip, transforming into a blur that was impossible to catch with the naked eye!

"Whoosh!"

The hairpin pierced the dense, high-speed gears with unparalleled precision!

This is a micro-management skill that can drive anyone to despair!

The gap between the gears is less than one millimeter!

The hairpin must weave through these high-speed rotating metal teeth without touching any component; otherwise, even the slightest change in friction will cause the firing mechanism to trigger prematurely!

Countdown, ten seconds!

Lin Chen's hand was as steady as a mountain, without even the slightest tremor.

The hairpin is like a nimble snake, darting swiftly through the labyrinth of death.

Countdown, five seconds!

The tip of the hairpin finally touched the main spring that had been stretched to its limit!

Countdown, three seconds!

"Now!"

A terrifying glint flashed in Lin Chen's eyes!

He keenly observed that the meshing gap between the two main drive gears was only 0.1 seconds when they met!

His wrist jerked violently at a bizarre angle that defied human biomechanics!

That ordinary black hair clip, empowered by [god-level power] and [god-level hand speed], instantly transformed into the sharpest scalpel!

"Click!"

A very faint, crisp sound, like a snapping string, rang out from the narrow angle!

The main spring, which was strong enough to shatter bulletproof glass, was precisely snapped off by the hairpin, instantly losing all its tension and springing away limply!

The frantically spinning mechanical gears emitted a teeth-grinding "sizzling" grinding sound the moment they lost their power source, and then completely jammed!

The second hand stopped forever, just half a second away from zero.

The crisis is over.

The entire process was completely silent.

Just a wall away, the wealthy were still engaged in lively discussions about other antiques, while waiters bustled about carrying champagne.

No one knew that they had just narrowly escaped death.

Lin Chen slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and casually threw the severely deformed hairpin into the trash can.

He did not leave immediately.

Instead, he turned his head and gazed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the exhibition hall, straight to the dark rooftop of the office building across the street, hundreds of meters away!