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

The big data screening process was fast, but the list of people who met the criteria for profiling Lin Chen was still dozens of pages long.

After all, Jiangcheng is a first-tier metropolis with a large number of students in medical and art colleges, and it is not uncommon for people to pursue dual studies and have an obsessive tendency.

Holding the thick list, Lin Chen headed straight for the forensic lab.

He knew that finding the real "artist" required a more precise screening.

In this field, Jiang Tingxue is undoubtedly the best helper.

In the forensic lab, Jiang Tingxue was still wearing her white coat, her eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses fixed intently on the microscope.

The air was filled with the smells of formaldehyde and a faint disinfectant, cold and solemn.

Hearing footsteps, Jiang Tingxue didn't even look up, her cold voice ringing out.

"What do you want from me again? My research isn't finished yet."

"I'm not here to ask you for research, I'm here to ask for your help."

Lin Chen placed the list in front of her, his tone softening.

"This is a list of suspects in a serial murder case. The killer's methods are extremely unusual. I believe he is well-versed in human anatomy and the history of Western classical art."

"Take a look, see if there's anyone you recognize in here."

Jiang Tingxue put down her tools, took off her glasses, and rubbed her tired brow.

Her gaze fell on the list, turning the pages one by one.

When her gaze settled on one of the names, her body stiffened abruptly, her face turned deathly pale, and even the list in her hands began to tremble slightly.

"Lin Chen...I know this person."

Jiang Tingxue's voice trembled slightly, and her pupils dilated slightly.

She pointed to a name on the list, and that name was none other than "Monet".

Lin Chen noticed her unusual behavior and immediately stepped forward to take her cold hand in his.

Her palms were cold and damp, with fine beads of sweat seeping from them—something that was completely unusual for the usually aloof and self-possessed Jiang Tingxue.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this person?"

Lin Chen's voice was steady and powerful, giving her a sense of reassurance.

Jiang Tingxue took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner turmoil.

She raised her head, her once clear and cold eyes now filled with complex emotions: fear, disgust, and a trace of indescribable sorrow.

"Monet... he was my classmate in university."

Jiang Tingxue's voice was somewhat hoarse, as if the name itself carried some kind of curse.

"He was two years ahead of me, a genius who studied both medicine and sculpture."

"His sculptures were famous at the school, and his pursuit of human aesthetics bordered on obsession. But... he was a madman."

Jiang Tingxue's body trembled slightly, as if she had returned to that chilling memory.

"He was expelled from school and sent to a mental hospital for trying to dissect live homeless people in search of 'perfect muscle definition'."

"This incident caused a huge uproar at the time; everyone thought he would spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital. I thought he was still in there..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen's eyes instantly turned cold.

Vivisection of homeless people?

This is no longer just paranoia, but outright antisocial personality disorder.

This perfectly matches the "artist" image he portrayed.

"When was he sent in? And when was he released?"

Lin Chen asked in a deep voice.

Jiang Tingxue shook her head, her face full of confusion.

"I don't know when he came out."

"I haven't paid any attention to his news since I graduated. I thought he... he would never come out again."

"I'll check."

Lin Chen immediately took out his specially made phone, and his [God-level Hacking Skills] instantly went into full power!

His fingers flew across the screen, creating intricate lines of code that shimmered with light.

The internal system of Jiangcheng Mental Hospital was useless to Lin Chen.

He easily bypassed layers of firewalls and struck at the heart of the enemy.

In less than thirty seconds, Monet's file was presented to Lin Chen.

"Three months ago, he forged a recovery certificate and was successfully discharged from the hospital."

Lin Chen's voice carried a hint of coldness.

Jiang Tingxue's face turned even paler, and her body swayed precariously.

She never imagined that her past nightmare would return to the world three months ago, and reappear in such a terrifying way.

"There's one more thing..."

Jiang Tingxue's voice became even weaker, almost like she was talking to herself, but Lin Chen's [God-level Hearing] clearly captured every word.

"Monet... Monet pursued me madly when he was in college. After I rejected him, he vowed to make me his most perfect work of art."

The moment the words left his mouth, the air in the forensic room seemed to freeze instantly.

Lin Chen's eyes turned completely hellishly cold at that moment.

A powerful killing intent emanated from him, causing the temperature in the entire forensic room to drop suddenly.

He gripped Jiang Tingxue's cold hand tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He raised his head, his dark eyes devoid of any emotion, yet the profound chill emanating from them was enough to terrify anyone.

"He dared to lay a finger on my woman, he's dead meat."

Lin Chen's voice was deep, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an undeniable determination and ruthlessness.

Jiang Tingxue was shocked by the powerful aura emanating from Lin Chen.

She felt the scorching heat from his palm, and the murderous intent that originated from the depths of Lin Chen's heart, born for her. Miraculously, the fear in her heart dissipated somewhat, replaced by an extreme sense of security and warmth.

She knew that this man would stand against the whole world for her.

Lin Chen didn't say anything more.

He picked up his phone, dialed Su Qingge's number, and spoke in a brief and commanding tone.

"Qingge, immediately issue a citywide arrest warrant. Target—Monet."

"Male, 28 years old, 175 cm tall, slender build, with a dual background in medicine and sculpture, and a history of mental illness."

"He is extremely dangerous and is very likely to commit another crime, and his target is likely someone close to me."

When Su Qingge heard Lin Chen's words on the other end of the phone, her heart skipped a beat. She knew what Lin Chen meant by "people around him".

Her voice carried a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"I understand, Lin Chen. I'll make the arrangements immediately. You...you also need to be careful."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Chen's gaze returned to Monet's file, his eyes flashing with a hunter's cold light.

"Monet, you choose the path to hell when there is one."

Lin Chen muttered to himself.

"You'd better pray you don't fall into my hands."