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

The night was as thick as ink.

The RS7's engine roared low, tearing a black afterimage across the empty suburban highway.

Lin Chen held the steering wheel with one hand and picked up a plastic bag from the passenger seat with the other.

The bag contained several items he had urgently purchased ten minutes earlier.

Three bottles of industrial-grade sodium bicarbonate solution, two cans of high-concentration sodium hydroxide powder, and a regular spray bottle sold in supermarkets.

All these things together cost no more than two hundred yuan.

But in Lin Chen's hands, they are about to become priceless life-saving tools.

Monet was an extremely obsessive perfectionist.

Both of his "works" used special preservative pigments, the core component of which is a strong acid-based solvent.

This demonstrates that Monet had a deep understanding of and a strong preference for acidic chemical agents.

A pervert obsessed with acid will most likely still use acid as his murder weapon on the final stage.

Therefore, Lin Chen needs alkali.

Large amounts of high-concentration alkali.

While driving, he used his "god-level magic speed" to mix sodium bicarbonate solution and sodium hydroxide powder in a precise ratio and pour them into several specially made sealed containers that he carried with him.

This temporarily prepared high-concentration alkaline neutralizer is sufficient to cause a violent acid-base neutralization reaction upon contact with strong acids, decomposing deadly sulfuric acid or hydrochloric acid into harmless salt and water.

The only difficulty lies in the timing and angle of the throw, which must be precise to the millisecond level; otherwise, the neutralization reaction will not have enough time to complete, and the acid will still dissolve a person into a pool of blood.

Lin Chen stuffed several sealed jars into his coat pocket and patted them down.

enough.

Ahead, a huge abandoned building gradually emerged from the darkness.

Suburban Grand Theatre.

This Soviet-style theater, built in the 1980s, was once the most glorious cultural landmark in Wuhan.

Now abandoned for many years, large sections of the plaster on the exterior walls have peeled off, exposing the rusty steel frame inside.

Weeds grew wildly from the cracks in the steps, rustling in the night wind.

The entire building had no intact windows; the dark, gaping windows resembled countless dead eyes, gazing at anyone who came from the depths of darkness.

Lin Chen turned off the engine and got out of the car.

He stood in front of the theater's main entrance and looked up at the few broken relief characters on the lintel—"People's Grand Theater".

[God-level Danger Sense] instantly maxed out!

Every hair on my body was standing on end, and the icy electric current emanating from deep within my spine was three times stronger than when I was facing a dozen automatic rifles on the cruise ship.

The entire building is a giant trap.

Lin Chen took a deep breath and reached out to push the door open.

"Squeak—"

The heavy iron gate opened slowly with a screeching sound.

He stepped across the threshold and into the dark foyer.

My foot had just stepped inside.

"Bang!!"

Behind them, the iron gate seemed to be suddenly pulled shut by an invisible giant hand!

Immediately afterwards, a series of "click-clack" sounds came from all directions as at least six steel bolts hidden in the wall popped out at the same time, locking the door tightly!

Lin Chen did not turn around.

The next second, the entire theater's broadcasting system suddenly activated.

It was the distinctive hum of an old-fashioned speaker, followed by a man's voice coming from speakers all around.

The voice was elegant and composed, even carrying a sense of ceremony, like a symphony conductor opening his mouth in the center of a concert hall.

But beneath that elegance lies an undisguised madness.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome."

Monet's voice echoed in the empty theater.

"Lin Chen, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

"This theater is a project that I spent three whole months renovating."

"Every wall, every floorboard, every pipe here has been redesigned by me."

"The ground beneath your feet is connected to highly sensitive pressure explosives."

"If the weight deviation exceeds two kilograms, or you step on the wrong spot—boom, you'll become an abstract artwork."

"There is a sonic detonator embedded in the wall next to you."

"When the ambient noise level exceeds 50 decibels—boom, the same result."

"What does 50 decibels mean? It's the sound of turning a page in a quiet library."

A soft laugh came over the loudspeaker, a laugh that sounded like fingernails gliding across a blackboard.

"Come on, Lin Chen."

"My stage is in the deepest part."

"Let me see if your 'mortal' body is qualified to stand before me."

"despair--"

Broadcast interrupted.

The theater fell silent once more.

In the darkness, Lin Chen stood motionless.

He didn't turn on his flashlight.

There was no sound.

He simply closed his eyes.

[God-level Architectural Mastery] - Unlocked.

[God-level Hearing Ability] - Activated.

The moment the two divine skills were operating at full power simultaneously, the entire abandoned theater became transparent in Lin Chen's perception.

He "saw" the intricate network of pipes inside the wall and distinguished which were the original heating pipes and which were the detonation lines that Monet added later.

He "heard" the faint standby noise of the electronic components under the floor and precisely located the embedding position of each pressure sensor.

He even "heard" the faint sound of a rat's paw scraping against broken bricks deep in the corridor twenty meters away.

The path the rat took did not trigger any bombs.

Because the mice didn't weigh enough.

Lin Chen opened his eyes.

There was no fear in his eyes, only the cold focus of a hunter locking onto his prey.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Acoustics and architecture?"

He lowered his voice, precisely controlling the volume to within 35 decibels.

"Monet, you've chosen the wrong opponent."