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

The police quickly issued an arrest warrant, and the entire city of Jiangcheng was placed on high alert.

All faculty and students of medical and art colleges, as well as medical staff of psychiatric hospitals, were asked to cooperate with the police in the investigation.

However, Monet seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

Just as the police were making a full-scale search but to no avail, the murderer struck again and openly provoked the police.

In the city center square, long police tape has once again been put up around the huge fountain pool.

The blinding red and blue police lights flashed alternately, illuminating the night sky in a ghastly white light.

When Lin Chen and Su Qingge arrived at the scene, the sight before them sent chills down the spines of all the police officers present.

In the center of the fountain, the white marble bathtub that was originally used for decoration is now filled with scarlet liquid.

A young man, naked, was placed in a bathtub.

A gleaming dagger was embedded in his chest, and the blood made the water even thicker.

His right hand hung limply at the edge of the bathtub, his fingertips clutching a neatly folded strip of paper.

The entire scene is a perfect replica of Jacques-Louis David's famous painting "The Death of Marat" from the French Revolution!

This is not just murder, but also the ultimate mockery and provocation!

The young police officers around him were either pale-faced or clenched their fists, their eyes filled with anger and helplessness.

In their view, the murderer was simply lawless, daring to commit another crime in such a high-profile manner in the city center square.

"Lin Chen, this...this is absolutely insane!"

Su Qingge's voice trembled slightly as she looked at the bloody yet artistic scene before her.

Lin Chen's face was ashen, and he didn't say a word, but walked straight towards the fountain.

He put on gloves and carefully took the note from the deceased's hand.

On the note, a few lines were written in an extremely elegant, classically styled Gothic font.

The handwriting had a morbid perfectionism about it; every letter seemed to have been meticulously sculpted.

To the great Officer Lin Chen:

The artistic feast has only just begun.

My ultimate masterpiece will be dedicated to my beloved Tingxue.

—Your loyal Monet.

When Lin Chen read the last sentence, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a terrifying cold light shot out from his eyes.

An uncontrollable killing intent erupted from him like a volcanic eruption, making the surrounding air heavy.

He knew that Monet was declaring war on him, and even more so, issuing a blatant death threat to Jiang Tingxue!

"Fuck you!"

Su Qingge also saw the contents of the note and was instantly furious.

She slammed her fist into the stone pillar next to her, making a dull thud.

"That bastard! How dare he!"

Su Qingge was trembling with anger; she knew what Jiang Tingxue meant to Lin Chen.

Just then, an untimely voice rang out.

Li Mingyu, the guy who always manages to precisely step on landmines, is currently standing outside the cordon, peeking in cautiously.

When he saw the body in the fountain and the note, he shuddered and turned deathly pale.

"This...this person is insane!"

Li Mingyu's voice trembled, choked with sobs.

"We can't catch him! He doesn't play by the rules at all; there's nothing we can do about this kind of freak!"

His cowardly and timid demeanor, completely devoid of fighting spirit, disgusted all the police officers present.

Lin Chen suddenly turned around, his eyes as cold as a demon from hell, staring intently at Li Mingyu.

He walked towards Li Mingyu step by step, each step feeling as if he were stepping on the other's heart.

Li Mingyu was so frightened by Lin Chen's terrifying gaze that his legs went weak. He instinctively wanted to back away, but found that his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't move at all.

Lin Chen walked up to Li Mingyu, grabbed him by the collar of his police uniform, and lifted him up.

Li Mingyu's feet were off the ground, and his face was filled with fear.

"There is no ghost I cannot catch."

Lin Chen's voice was deep, each word carrying an undeniable powerful will and icy killing intent.

"I don't care if he's a madman or a devil; if he dares to hurt the people around me, I'll make him pay a thousandfold!"

Lin Chen suddenly flung his hand, throwing Li Mingyu away like trash.

Li Mingyu fell face-first into the mud, but he didn't dare to utter a single complaint. He just trembled and curled up on the ground.

Looking at Lin Chen's eyes, which were ignited by anger and murderous intent, Su Qingge felt both a sense of worry and a strange tremor in her heart.

She knew that Lin Chen was truly intent on killing her at this moment.

"Pass down the order: immediately seal off all exits from the city! Conduct a thorough search of all abandoned factories, warehouses, and art studios throughout the city!"

Su Qingge's voice trembled slightly, but it was full of determination.

"Monet, he can't escape!"

Lin Chen didn't look at Li Mingyu again.

He returned to the fountain, his gaze falling on the face of the deceased.

"Monet, you have successfully angered me."

Lin Chen muttered to himself, his voice carrying an indescribable sense of danger.

He knew that Monet's provocation was not just to showcase his "art," but also to attract his attention and lure him into a carefully laid trap.

But Lin Chen would never let him succeed.

"I'll show you what happens when you anger a criminal investigation consultant, a lifetime top-level consultant for Interpol."

Lin Chen's eyes were icy cold.

"Your art will come to an end here."