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

Back at the police station, the atmosphere in the Major Crimes Unit's meeting room was oppressive.

On the giant screen, images of the museum were played on a loop, with every detail of the "blood-red sculpture" magnified and magnified again, assaulting everyone's visual senses.

After Lin Chen publicly refuted Li Mingyu's "revenge killing theory," he completely lost his voice.

He huddled in the corner, fiddling with his phone, trying to minimize his presence.

Su Qingge sat at the head of the conference table, her expression solemn, her gaze frequently falling on Lin Chen.

"Lin Chen, you just said the killer was an artist?"

Su Qingge broke the silence, her tone tinged with doubt.

"But why would he choose such an extreme way to 'create'?"

Lin Chen did not answer immediately. He slowly walked to the whiteboard and picked up a marker.

He didn't look at any documents; he simply closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

[God-level Psychological Profiling] Fully Launched!

At that moment, his brain seemed to transform into an ultra-precise computer.

Every detail of the museum setting, from the angle at which the body was placed to the shadows cast by the lights.

From trace amounts of chemical pigments remaining in the air to the almost invisible indentations on the marble base.

Even the fanatical, obsessive evil aura he had sensed at the scene was accurately captured, analyzed, and reconstructed in his mind by the system.

"The murderer is male."

Lin Chen's voice was deep and magnetic, as if it possessed some kind of magic, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Ages between 28 and 35, height around 175 cm, and slim build."

He opened his eyes, his gaze terrifyingly deep, as if it could pierce through all the fog.

He pointed to the posture of the corpse "Discobolus" on the screen.

"The victim's center of gravity was very stable, which indicates that the murderer had an exceptional grasp of human anatomy and balance when moving and securing the body."

"At the same time, the tiny indentations left on the marble base can be used to deduce the killer's weight range based on the calculations of [God-level Physics Mastery]. Combined with his height, we can conclude that he was of slender build."

"He has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and germaphobia."

Lin Chen then pointed to the screen, at the almost spotless marble floor surrounding the corpse.

"No extra bloodstains were left at the scene, not even tool marks."

"This is not just about professionalism, but also a morbid pursuit of perfection."

"He meticulously cleans every detail, leaving no 'flaws'."

"He was well-versed in human anatomy and the history of Western classical art."

Lin Chen's gaze returned to the corpse, his fingertips lightly touching the picture on the whiteboard.

"The techniques for muscle separation and joint fixation have reached an unparalleled level."

"And the work 'Discobolus' directly proves his obsession with classical sculptural aesthetics."

"He is not just imitating, but trying to surpass, using the most original materials to replicate the 'perfection' in his mind."

The conference room was completely silent; everyone was stunned by Lin Chen's meticulous analysis.

They had never seen anyone depict the image of a murderer they had never met so accurately.

"He was extremely arrogant, believing himself to be a 'god' who transcended the mundane world."

Lin Chen's tone grew even colder, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"By choosing to commit his crime in a public place like a modern art museum and displaying his 'work' in such a high-profile and provocative way, he is announcing his existence to the world and challenging conventional morality and law."

"He considered himself an artist above all others, while we are merely ordinary people who cannot comprehend his 'greatness'."

"Therefore, he will not be satisfied with just one work."

Su Qingge continued, her face growing even paler.

"That's right."

Lin Chen nodded, his tone heavy.

"This is just the beginning."

"He will keep 'creating' until he feels that his artistic ideas have been fully expressed, or he is stopped."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the police officers present before finally settling on Su Qingge.

"Now, we need to narrow down the scope of our investigation."

"Retrieve the archives of all medical and art colleges in Jiangcheng City, and focus on investigating graduates or dropouts who have pursued a double major in medicine and art."

"Especially those who have dropped out of school and have a history of mental illness or have shown paranoid or antisocial tendencies."

"The killer used a special preservative pigment after peeling off the skin."

Lin Chen added that this information came from his "god-level sense of smell".

"This pigment has a unique smell, a complex aroma with metallic notes and some kind of plant root."

"Check for recent purchase records of this special chemical agent, or clues about related factories."

"At the same time, the victims he chose were young women with a slender build, which met the requirements of human aesthetics in the 'Discobolus' sculpture."

"This suggests that he has specific criteria for selecting victims, perhaps in pursuit of a certain ultimate aesthetic."

"Expand the victim's social network to see if there are any commonalities."

Su Qingge was horrified. Lin Chen's profile depicted the killer's image in an instant, with such accuracy that it was appalling.

She immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and relayed Lin Chen's instructions.

"Technical Department, immediately conduct a big data screening of the archives of all medical and art colleges in the city, based on Consultant Lin's profile!"

"Action team, expand the victim's social network and identify young women who match the killer's aesthetic preferences!"

"The trace evidence department will focus on analyzing the composition of the preservative pigments and tracing their origin!"

The entire police station instantly sprang into operation thanks to Lin Chen's few words.

Looking at the busy crowd and then at Lin Chen's confident and composed figure, Li Mingyu felt not only jealousy but also an indescribable fear.

He knew that the gap between himself and Lin Chen was no longer small.

Lin Chen's gaze returned to the blood-red sculpture on the screen, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

"I will find you, 'Artist'."

He said it silently to himself.

"All your 'works' will become evidence of your self-destruction."