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

The family dinner proceeded in a harmonious yet subtly tense atmosphere.

Looking at the four "future daughters-in-law" in front of her, each more beautiful and capable than the last, Shen Manyun couldn't stop smiling. She was already thinking about what to name her grandson in the future.

Lin Chen sat at the table, enjoying this moment of tranquility, feeling that he had reached the pinnacle of his life.

However, just as he was about to pick up a piece of his favorite braised pork to treat himself...

Without any warning.

A faint chill, seemingly emanating from the depths of his soul, crept up his spine.

[God-level Danger Perception]!

The passive skill was triggered in the slightest way without any external stimulus!

Lin Chen paused slightly as he picked up some food, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

This feeling was strange, unlike the deadly threat I felt when facing Black Shark or the Thousand-Faced Man. It was more like being spied on from a distance by some cold, twisted, and malicious gaze.

Just then.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

The encrypted, specially made phone that Su Qingge had placed on the table suddenly began to vibrate extremely violently.

Su Qingge picked up her phone, glanced at the caller ID, her expression changed slightly, and she immediately got up and walked to a corner of the yard to answer the call.

A few seconds later, when she returned, her pretty face, which had just been flushed from the delicious food, had turned deathly pale, and her eyes were filled with shock and solemnity.

"Lin Chen, something's happened."

Su Qingge's voice was very low, but she couldn't hide the trembling in it.

"A murder has just occurred at the Museum of Modern Art in the city center."

"The deceased was a young woman, but... but her death was extremely bizarre, and her colleagues at the scene were too frightened to speak."

Upon hearing the words "murder case" and "strange," Lin Chen's heart sank, and the ominous premonition he had felt earlier instantly intensified.

He immediately put down his chopsticks and stood up.

"Let's go take a look."

"Excuse me, Qingge and I will go ahead and get busy. Please enjoy your meal."

Lin Chen smiled apologetically at Ye Qingcheng and the others.

Although the three women were reluctant, they knew the importance and urgency of the matter, and they all nodded in agreement.

"be safe."

Jiang Tingxue gave her instructions.

"Call me anytime if you need help."

Ye Qingcheng's words were concise and to the point.

Lin Chen took Su Qingge in her military jeep, and they sped towards the city center with sirens blaring.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the Museum of Modern Art.

The area has been cordoned off with three layers of police tape, and countless police cars and forensic vehicles have blocked the entrance.

After showing their identification, Lin Chen and Su Qingge crossed the cordon and entered the art museum.

The atmosphere inside the museum was extremely oppressive.

There was no smell of blood in the air; instead, there was a pungent smell of chemical pigments and preservatives.

The two went directly to the central exhibition hall on the third floor of the art museum.

When Lin Chen saw the scene in the center of the exhibition hall, even his heart, which was as hard as a rock, couldn't help but clench slightly.

On the white marble base in the very center of the exhibition hall, a brand new "work of art" was prominently displayed.

It was a human body posed in the classic pose of the famous ancient Greek sculpture "Discobolus".

Her entire body of skin was completely peeled off with surgical precision, and she disappeared without a trace.

The exposed muscle tissue was coated with a bright red, seemingly still-flowing special preservative pigment, which shimmered with an eerie luster under the light.

Every joint and every muscle line of "her" is perfectly fixed, showcasing the powerful and dynamic beauty of the "discobolus thrower" to the fullest extent.

There was not a trace of blood or any sign of struggle at the scene.

It's as if this "sculpture" made of flesh and blood was, from the very beginning, a beautiful work created for art.

Some of the young police officers around were leaning against the wall, retching, while others were pale-faced and their eyes were filled with uncontrollable fear.

Su Qingge couldn't help but turn her head away, feeling a wave of nausea washing over her.

Only Lin Chen stood there, expressionless.

He slowly closed his eyes, and at that moment, both the [Radar Scan] and the newly acquired [God-level Psychological Profiling] were activated simultaneously!

In his perception, there lingered a faint, yet incredibly fanatical, obsessive, crimson aura of sin, filled with a morbid pursuit of art, in the air.

Lin Chen suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracting sharply.

In his profiling model, the killer does not believe he is committing murder.

He was "creating".

This flesh-and-blood sculpture is just the first piece he exhibited in the city gallery of Jiangcheng.

A butcher who calls himself an artist...

They've made their appearance!!!