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

After the crisis was averted, the bomb disposal team arrived at the scene for a second confirmation.

With a C4 equivalent of 130 grams, it is enough to reduce everything within a 15-meter radius to fragments.

The mixed organic acid solution is a rare formulation, which bomb disposal experts say they have never seen in the domestic case database.

"This is no ordinary homemade bomb."

The head of the bomb disposal team, Lao Zhou, looked very grim.

"The creators have profound knowledge of explosives, chemistry, and precision machinery."

"The design logic of the triple trigger mechanism is flawless, and each redundant insurance has been precisely calculated."

"In my twenty-year career in the industry, I've only ever seen this level of quality in custom-made products from international arms manufacturers."

Su Qingge stood to the side, her face extremely grim.

Lin Chen did not speak.

He returned to the tea room and brought the birthday party to a close.

Using the excuse that there was an urgent mission at the bureau, they arranged for the four women and their parents to go home separately.

Ye Qingcheng was picked up by her bodyguard team, Su Ke'er was driven back by Su Qingge, and Jiang Tingxue took a taxi back to the police station by herself.

Lin Zhiyuan and Shen Manyun knew nothing.

Lin Chen planned to keep them in the dark forever.

It was 11 p.m. that night.

Lin Chen returned alone to the open space in front of the teahouse.

The bomb disposal team has withdrawn, and the cordon at the scene has been removed.

However, Lin Chen had intercepted the dismantled gift box shell beforehand.

He put on gloves and carefully inspected every corner of the gift box under the streetlights.

Inside the inner lining of the casing, he felt a hard card.

Pull it out.

Black background.

The material is a certain alloy composite fiber, and it feels cool to the touch.

The front is printed with a picture of a Prajna mask.

Red background with gold patterns.

The evil spirit grinned maliciously.

Below the mask, there is a line of text.

The font is extremely neat, as if it were engraved by a machine, but the ends of the strokes have the slight curves unique to human handwriting.

This person even strives for "perfect imperfection" in their handwriting.

"Lin Chen, your justice is nothing but fragile glass. The game has begun. —Courtroom, Prajna."

Lin Chen held the card, his thumb slowly tracing the lines of text.

Courtroom.

Prajna.

He closed his eyes.

[God-level Psychological Profiling], activated.

In the brain, all the fragmented information begins to be rapidly reassembled.

The specifications and origin of that unlicensed bulletproof Mercedes-Benz—custom-made in Germany, with fewer than thirty units produced worldwide.

The bomb's manufacturing process—military-grade precision, with a rare chemical formula—ruled out the possibility of domestic production.

The design logic of the triple trigger mechanism is not to ensure the killing of the target, but to ensure that it is "unremovable".

This suggests that the greatest pleasure for designers is not the killing itself, but rather "demonstrating irreversible control."

The reason for sending it during a family dinner was not to kill Lin Chen.

If you want to kill Lin Chen, there are a hundred more efficient ways.

This is a test.

The test was to assess Lin Chen's reaction speed, professional skills, and psychological resilience.

It was also a declaration of war.

Lin Chen opened his eyes, and a clear image appeared in his mind.

Prajna.

Male, aged 35 to 45, who has received long-term military training, but is not a soldier.

Soldiers wouldn't use a prajna mask as an identifier; that would be too dramatic.

He was a fanatic who regarded "order" and "judgment" as his faith.

He possesses a vast multinational resource network spanning multiple fields, including arms, biochemistry, and information technology.

He does not consider himself a criminal.

He sees himself as a "judge".

Lin Chen was chosen by him as the new subject of trial.

"interesting."

Lin Chen put the card into his pocket.

He cannot wait passively.

Prajna has already brought the war to his family, and he must immediately prepare for his counterattack.

Half an hour later, he appeared in the laboratory building of the Forensic Medicine Department of the Municipal Medical College.

Push open the door to the forensic room.

Under the white light, Jiang Tingxue, wearing a white lab coat, was organizing data on her computer.

Hearing the door open, she looked up, her eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses lighting up.

"Why are you here? I thought you were going to be with your aunt and uncle tonight."

I need your help with something.

Lin Chen closed the door behind him and locked the electronic lock on the laboratory.

Jiang Tingxue watched his movements, her ears turning slightly red.

"What kind of help?"

"I'll borrow your equipment for two hours."

Lin Chen walked to the lab bench, his gaze sweeping over the test tubes, centrifuge, spectrometer, and chemical reagent cabinet.

He needs to make two things here.

The first item is a special fluorescent tracking powder.

It is completely invisible to the naked eye, but under ultraviolet light of a specific wavelength, it will emit a clear fluorescent trail.

Even if the target is rinsed with water, the powder will embed deep into the pores of the skin texture and remain for at least 72 hours.

The second item is a miniature EMP electromagnetic pulse generator.

It is only the size of a button and contains a miniature capacitor and coil.

Once activated, it can release a high-intensity electromagnetic pulse within a five-meter radius, instantly burning out the chips of all electronic devices within the range.

Single use only.

But once is enough.

Lin Chen rolled up his sleeves and began working on the lab bench.

With his god-level chemical knowledge combined with his god-level microscopic carving skills, his hands flew between test tubes and precision tools.

Jiang Tingxue moved a chair over and sat down next to him, watching his focused profile.

The way this man looked when he was conducting experiments was the same as when he was defusing bombs—his brows were slightly furrowed, his pupils were focused on something infinitely close, and the whole world seemed to shrink to the small space beneath his fingers.

Two hours.

Three silver-gray discs, each no bigger than a shirt button, appeared on the table, along with a tube of clear liquid that looked like water, contained in a sealed test tube.

Lin Chen concealed the three miniature EMPs in the hidden snaps of his cuffs.

The tracking powder was poured into the empty ink sac of a portable pen.

After doing all this, he turned his head and found Jiang Tingxue lying on the table next to him, looking at him sideways.

The collar of the white coat was slightly open, revealing a section of slender neck and the outline of the collarbone.

"Have you seen enough?"

"no."

Her voice was muffled, tinged with drowsiness and something softer.

"I can't get enough of it."

Lin Chen was hit hard by this direct question.

He lowered his head and brushed his thumb across her lips.

Jiang Tingxue's eyelashes trembled.

The next thing that happened, the white light and the formaldehyde storage cabinet next to it probably didn't want to be witnesses.

The laboratory remained quiet for a long time.

At three o'clock in the morning, Lin Chen left the laboratory building and walked into the late autumn night wind.

He gazed at the dark horizon in the distance and patted the three cold little things in his cuff.

"Prajna, do you want to play games?"

"Then let's play."

"But I'll set the rules."