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

Jiangcheng Modern Art Museum, third floor exhibition hall.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of chemical pigments, mixed with an indescribable coldness and gloom.

On a white marble base, the female corpse, its skin peeled off and coated with bright red preservative paint, is "displayed".

She was frozen in the pose of the ancient Greek sculpture "Discobolus," her muscle lines perfectly fixed, appearing both eerie and terrifying under the stark white light.

Some of the young police officers around him were pale-faced, covering their mouths and trying to suppress their vomiting, while others had vacant eyes, clearly shocked by the scene before them.

Su Qingge also pursed her lips, looking at the "work of art" made of flesh and blood with complicated emotions, her stomach aching slightly.

"Ahem!"

A deliberate cough broke the deathly silence of the exhibition hall.

Li Mingyu, the guy who had just been publicly humiliated by Lin Chen at the dock, swaggered in as if he had been injected with adrenaline.

He covered his nose with a look of disgust, glancing at the corpse only once before turning away, as if looking at it for even a second would defile his eyes.

"Qingge, you still lack experience in this type of case."

Li Mingyu cleared his throat and, in a condescending tone, pointed out all the possibilities to Su Qingge.

"This is clearly a classic revenge killing! The murderer hated the victim to the core, which is why they used such cruel methods to desecrate the corpse and vent their anger!"

He pointed to the body, then looked at the surrounding police officers, his tone becoming increasingly resolute.

"Listen up, all of you! Immediately investigate the deceased's social relationships, focusing on romantic entanglements and business rivalries. Find everyone who had a grudge against the deceased!"

"This killer is an emotionally unstable madman, a complete psychopath!"

"If we catch him, we can give the people of Jiangcheng an explanation!"

Li Mingyu spoke with great passion, as if he had already grasped the whole truth of the case.

He even glanced at Lin Chen, who was standing not far away, with a hint of provocation in his eyes, as if to say: See, this is real professional judgment, unlike some "consultant" who only knows how to play tricks.

Su Qingge frowned slightly.

Although she also felt that the death was gruesome, Lin Chen's reminder made her realize that this was by no means a simple act of venting anger.

She was about to retort when she saw Lin Chen already taking a step and walking straight toward the terrifying "sculpture".

Lin Chen ignored Li Mingyu's nagging.

He took a pair of ultra-thin medical gloves from the evidence bag, put them on, and then slowly approached the body.

He inhaled the cold, chemically-laden scent of the air.

[God-level Sense of Smell] Activated instantly!

Besides the pigments and preservatives, there was also an extremely faint, complex smell with metallic and some kind of plant root flavor, as if it were some special material.

His gaze fell on the corpse, and at that moment, both [God-level Insight] and [God-level Microscopic Carving/Forgery] were activated simultaneously!

In Lin Chen's eyes, the corpse was no longer a bloody mess, but a work of art sculpted with the ultimate craftsmanship.

He saw that beneath the bright red paint, the direction of every muscle fiber was precisely revealed.

He could even "see" how those tiny cutting marks peeled away the skin little by little along the gaps in the muscle texture.

"Captain Li, if you don't need your brain, you can donate it."

Lin Chen's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable coldness.

Li Mingyu's smile froze on his face, and his face instantly turned red.

"What...what do you mean? Lin Chen! Don't think you can boss people around just because you've solved a few minor cases! I'm analyzing the case!"

"analyze?"

Lin Chen scoffed and shook his head dismissively.

He bent down, his fingertips lightly touching the edge of the paint-covered muscle on the corpse.

"Your so-called revenge killing was just a haphazard hacking and slashing attack stemming from a loss of control?"

He raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, and stared directly at Li Mingyu.

"Look at these incisions, smooth and precise. Each cut follows the direction of the muscle fibers and avoids all the major blood vessels."

"The cutting depth is consistent, the edges are neat, without the slightest hesitation or tremor."

Lin Chen's fingertips gently traced a fine line on the inside of the corpse's thigh.

"Here, the adductor muscles of the thigh connect with the iliopsoas muscle."

"The muscle fibers here have an extremely complex structure, and the slightest carelessness can cause serious tearing damage."

"But the killer was able to complete the dissection at a near-perfect angle, without leaving any extra wounds."

"This wasn't a venting fit of anger; it was extremely professional surgical technique, combined with the microscopic sculpting skills of a master artist! This understanding of human anatomy and muscle morphology has reached textbook level!"

Lin Chen's tone carried a hint of cold-blooded criticism of the killer's skills, but more so a disgust for this distorted "art".

He straightened up, his gaze sweeping over the pale-faced police officers around him, finally settling on Li Mingyu's face, which had turned from red to white, and said, word by word.

"The murderer wasn't killing people; he was 'creating' something."

"He not only did not hate the dead, but even regarded them as perfect material and the carrier of his artistic ideas."

"He wasn't a madman, but an extremely calm, extremely obsessive, and highly skilled 'artist.'"

The forensic and technical officers around them, who had initially been skeptical of Li Mingyu's "revenge killing theory," suddenly understood after hearing Lin Chen's insightful analysis.

They all nodded, their eyes filled with admiration and awe.

"Consultant Lin is right!"

A senior forensic doctor stepped forward, adjusted his glasses, and spoke with great emotion.

"These cuts are really too clean! I felt something was wrong when I checked them, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it."

"After listening to Consultant Lin's explanation, everything has become so clear!"

"This method is simply unheard of! Such a masterful understanding of human anatomy—this killer must be a top-tier anatomy expert!"

Another young forensic pathologist echoed this sentiment.

Li Mingyu's face had turned completely liver-colored.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Every word and every detail from Lin Chen was like a sharp knife, stabbing viciously into his face, making him feel utterly ashamed.

He wanted to refute, but found himself speechless, because every word Lin Chen spoke carried undeniable professionalism.

Seeing Li Mingyu's humiliated expression, Su Qingge felt a sense of relief, but more than that, she was worried about Lin Chen.

Such a killer is far more dangerous than an ordinary emotional criminal.

"Lin Chen, what should we do now?"

Su Qingge walked to Lin Chen's side and asked in a low voice.

She knew that Lin Chen was the true authority in this professional field.

Lin Chen's gaze returned to the "blood-red sculpture," a deep chill flashing in his eyes.

"This murderer wanted to use this corpse to announce his existence to the world."

Lin Chen's voice was soft, yet it carried an air of unwavering certainty that seemed to know everything.

"And this is just the beginning."

He turned around and looked at Su Qingge with sharp eyes.

"Pass down the order to block all underground channels related to art transactions and human anatomy."

"At the same time, I need a psychological profile of the killer, the more detailed the better."

"This artist will soon have new 'works' to be released."

Li Mingyu stood there, watching Lin Chen and Su Qingge's departing figures, his legs feeling slightly weak.

He couldn't understand why he always turned into a complete idiot whenever he met Lin Chen.

The feeling of being looked down upon by Lin Chen made him feel humiliated like never before.

"Lin Chen... I'm not done with you yet!"

Li Mingyu made a solemn vow in his heart, but his voice trembled slightly, as if he were trying to encourage himself.

Lin Chen, meanwhile, was leading Su Qingge toward the exit of the exhibition hall.

The chill that emanated from the depths of his soul did not dissipate; instead, it grew even stronger.