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

Monet is like a ghost.

Despite the citywide warrant being issued and the police force being mobilized in full force, this highly intelligent psychopath seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of DNA or fingerprints.

He destroyed all the surrounding surveillance cameras before committing the crime, and even the traces of his forged recovery certificate for discharge from the hospital were done flawlessly.

The police search operation has reached a stalemate.

The atmosphere in the conference room of Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau was so heavy it seemed like water could drip from it.

Director Lu Zhenhua sat in the main seat, his brows furrowed and his face ashen.

"Monet was extremely skilled at counter-surveillance and had a deep understanding of psychology."

Su Qingge looked at the action report in front of her, her tone heavy.

"He knew exactly where the police would start, so he made all the preparations in advance."

"We're like headless flies right now, completely clueless about where to start."

Li Mingyu was much quieter at this moment, but he would occasionally glance at Lin Chen, his eyes filled with fear.

He knew that Lin Chen was the only one who could break the deadlock.

Lin Chen sat at the conference table, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface, his mind racing.

He knew that traditional investigative methods would often be ineffective in dealing with such an extremely arrogant and self-important psychopath who considered himself a "god".

We must use magic to defeat magic, exploiting his weaknesses to lure him out.

"Monet's art is built on his arrogance."

Lin Chen suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but it invigorated everyone.

He believed his work was perfect and transcended the mundane.

"He openly provoked the police and left notes in order to gain attention, recognition, and even... to be feared."

He looked at Su Qingge.

"Qingge, immediately publish a news article on the police station's official website and major media outlets."

"What news?"

Su Qingge asked in confusion.

"They said that the police had successfully deciphered all the codes left by the murderer through special means, confirming that the murderer had no artistic talent whatsoever and was just a clumsy imitator."

A cold smile curled at the corners of Lin Chen's lips.

"Furthermore, in the eyes of professional artists, his imitations of 'The Discus Thrower' and 'The Death of Marat' are full of elementary errors and ridiculous flaws, and are not worth mentioning at all."

These words caused an uproar in the conference room.

"Lin Chen, isn't this...isn't this just provoking him?"

One of the officers couldn't help but ask.

"What if he gets angry and does something even more extreme?"

"The point is to provoke him."

Lin Chen's eyes were cold, and his tone was firm.

"For a perfectionist and extremely arrogant artist like him, the most intolerable thing is for his 'works' to be belittled or ridiculed."

"He will retaliate like a mad dog, and that is our opportunity."

Director Lu Zhenhua looked at Lin Chen, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

He knew that Lin Chen was playing a psychological game, a dangerous game where the killer's arrogance was the stake.

"Let's do as Consultant Lin says!"

Director Lu Zhenhua made a decisive decision.

"Xiao Su, arrange it immediately. Make sure this news reaches the entire internet as quickly as possible!"

Su Qingge accepted the order and left.

In less than ten minutes, a news article titled "Jiangcheng Police: The so-called 'blood-red sculpture' is actually a poor imitation, and the murderer has a poor appreciation of art" quickly dominated the headlines of major media outlets and the police station's official website.

The news report even quoted comments from "professionals" who denigrated Monet's "art" as utterly worthless.

Less than ten minutes after the news was released, the police station's intranet was indeed subjected to an extremely aggressive hacker attack!

The officers from the police technical unit turned pale as they watched the attack codes pouring down like a waterfall on the screen.

"Report! The attack intensity is unprecedented! They are attempting to breach our core database!"

"The firewall is about to break! The other side's technical skills are too advanced!"

Just as the technical department was in chaos, Lin Chen was already sitting in front of the main control computer.

A cold smile played on his lips, while his eyes gleamed with eager excitement.

"A mob."

Lin Chen glanced disdainfully at the technical police officers who were struggling to keep up with Monet's attacks, and muttered to himself.

[God-level hacking skills] Instantly turn full power on!

Lin Chen's hands moved across the keyboard like blurry afterimages, moving at an astonishing speed.

Instead of defending against Monet's attack, he acted like a seasoned hunter, directly tracing back along Monet's attack path!

He wasn't resisting, he was seducing!

Each of Monet's attacks was like showcasing his "brush" and "canvas" to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen precisely constructed Monet's "digital fingerprint" by analyzing the attack patterns, code style, and subtle features hidden deep within the data stream.

"Found it."

Lin Chen lightly tapped the keyboard with his fingertips, and a map coordinate and an IP address instantly popped up on the screen.

"An abandoned grand theater on the outskirts of the city."

Lin Chen stood up, picked up the car keys on the table, and his eyes flashed with a cold, predatory light.

Looking at Lin Chen's confident and composed back, Su Qingge felt a strange flutter in her heart.

"Lin Chen!"

Su Qingge quickly caught up, her voice tinged with worry.

"It's too dangerous for you to go alone, we..."

Lin Chen didn't turn around, he just waved his hand, his voice carrying an undeniable determination.

"He's been waiting for me for a long time."

"He wants to complete his 'ultimate masterpiece' here."

"Notify the action team to assemble at the abandoned grand theater on the outskirts of the city in five minutes."

"No one may act without my signal."

Lin Chen's voice echoed in the night, filled with a chilling aura.

He plunged into the vast darkness of the night, like a tiger locking onto its prey, driving the RS7 like a black lightning bolt, speeding towards the abandoned grand theater on the outskirts of the city.