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

The ghastly green toxic gas spread extremely rapidly.

It took less than four seconds for the water to flow from the vent to cover half of the forensic room.

Jiang Tingxue's first reaction was to hold her breath, but she had already taken a small breath before that.

A minute amount of gas enters the bloodstream through the nasal mucosa and alveolar capillaries, and the neurotoxin reaches the brainstem after 0.8 seconds.

Her vision began to expand into the distance.

It's not about literal distance, but rather an illusion created when the brain's spatial perception system is interfered with by toxins.

The dissection table, fluorescent lights, surgical instruments—everything seemed to have been pushed dozens of meters away by an invisible hand.

Her knees buckled, and her body began to tilt to the left.

The dark blue test tube slipped from between his fingers and tumbled in the air.

A hand reached out from the side and caught the test tube steadily.

The other four fingers of the same hand gripped Jiang Tingxue's wrist, pulling her back from the brink of falling.

Lin Chen.

He rushed to the autopsy table the second he sprayed the poison gas from the ventilation vent.

His "god-level anti-toxic physique" made him completely immune to the pale green poisonous fog.

When the toxic gas molecules came into contact with his skin and respiratory mucosa, it was as if they had encountered an invisible wall, making it impossible for them to penetrate the cell membrane and enter the bloodstream.

He stuffed the test tube into the breast pocket of his white coat, grabbed Jiang Tingxue by the waist with his right hand, and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

The door to the forensic lab was tightly shut in front of him.

Lin Chen slapped the access control panel with his left hand.

black screen.

System privileges have been remotely taken over, and any conventional unlocking methods are ineffective.

He didn't waste time on access control.

Turn around and look at the front wall of the forensic room.

The upper part of the wall is a single observation window measuring 80 centimeters by 200 centimeters, made of bulletproof glass, which is standard equipment for the public security system.

With a thickness of 42 mm and a four-layer laminated structure, it can withstand direct fire from 7.62 mm NATO standard rifle rounds.

In other words, even if you break the handle of a fire axe, there won't be a single crack in the glass.

Noisy footsteps and shouts came from the other end of the corridor.

"An incident has occurred in the forensic lab! Poison gas! Open the door immediately!"

Li Mingyu's loud voice pierced through the glass.

This guy is on the night shift tonight, but he ran fast when he heard a noise.

Two young technical officers followed behind him, one carrying a fire extinguisher and the other a fire hammer.

Li Mingyu snatched the fire hammer and swung it down on the bulletproof glass.

"Thump!"

The hammer bounced back.

Not a single white spot was left on the glass surface.

Li Mingyu's hand was numb from the impact, and the hammer almost flew out of his hand.

"Damn! What kind of lousy glass is this?!"

He changed the angle and smashed it again.

"We can't break it open! The ventilation system is locked too. I've sent someone to the control room; it'll take at least five minutes!"

The concentration of toxic gas in the forensic lab continues to rise.

Lin Chen looked down at Jiang Tingxue on his shoulder.

Her face was deathly pale, her breathing rate had dropped to less than six times per minute, and her pupils had a sluggish light reflex.

Five minutes is too long.

She couldn't wait five minutes.

Lin Chen placed Jiang Tingxue near the ground. The density of the poison gas is lighter than that of air, and the concentration is slightly lower at lower levels, which will allow her to last for a few more seconds.

Then he stood up and faced the bulletproof glass.

Both [God-level Physics Mastery] and [God-level Architecture Mastery] are activated at full power simultaneously.

In Lin Chen's perception, the entire piece of bulletproof glass transformed into a precise stress distribution map.

Four layers of laminated glass, with a 0.76 mm thick PVB interlayer between each layer.

The entire pane of glass is fixed to the window frame by rubber sealing strips around the perimeter and angle steel clamps.

The purpose of this structure is to distribute external forces evenly across the entire plane and avoid stress concentration points.

But every material has its limits. Every structure has its weaknesses.

Lin Chen's gaze settled on the lower left corner of the glass, about three centimeters from where the angle steel frame met.

The PVB interlayer at that location was compressed by the angle steel during installation, creating an extremely tiny wrinkle. This wrinkle resulted in the interlayer thickness at that point being 0.12 millimeters thinner than the standard value.

A difference of 0.1 to 0.2 millimeters.

Under uniform force conditions, it can be ignored.

However, if an extremely concentrated impact force is applied precisely to this point, the stress will spread radially along the direction of the folds, and the shear strength of the laminated layer will be broken in an instant, triggering a chain reaction of shattering of the entire glass like toppling dominoes.

In physics, this phenomenon is called "stress singularity instability".

In engineering, this phenomenon is called "structural collapse".

Lin Chen calls this phenomenon "enough".

He withdrew his right hand, curling his five fingers together, leaving only the second knuckle of his middle finger protruding.

The contact area of ​​the fist was compressed to less than one square centimeter.

All the power will be focused on this point.

Poisonous gas surged behind them.

Li Mingyu was still yelling and screaming outside in the corridor.

Lin Chen did not take a running start.

A large arm swing without any build-up of power.

His right arm only moved forward a very short distance, less than thirty centimeters.

Inch of force.

All the essential principles of power transfer in the "Grandmaster-Level Combat Mastery" are compressed to their extreme in this strike.

The forces of the six components—lumbar spine initiation, abdominal muscle contraction, latissimus dorsi muscle ejection, shoulder joint locking, elbow joint braking, and wrist joint fixation—are sequentially superimposed along the same straight line within 0.08 seconds.

The knuckle of my middle finger hit that "singularity".

The sound wasn't loud.

A dull thud, like a fist slamming onto the table.

Then the whole world was silent for 0.3 seconds.

"Kala la la la la—"

Li Mingyu, standing outside the corridor, watched as countless spiderweb-like cracks began to grow on the bulletproof glass that he hadn't been able to crack even with a fire hammer, starting from a certain point in the lower left corner.

The crack spreads to the entire glass surface in no more than 0.5 seconds.

Immediately afterwards, the entire 42-millimeter-thick bulletproof glass collapsed outwards from the center like an ice curtain that had lost its cohesion. Hundreds of fragments poured out under the force of gravity, smashing onto the tiled floor of the corridor with a series of crisp to ear-piercing cracking sounds.

The fire hammer in Li Mingyu's hand fell to the ground.

He completely forgot to pick it up.

Both technical officers took three steps back at the same time, and one of them dropped his fire extinguisher.

The expressions of everyone in the corridor were frozen in one image—mouths agape, pupils dilated, a severe conflict arising between the brain's rational cognition and the visual information received by the eyes.

Bulletproof glass.

One punch.

Broken.

Lin Chen didn't look at them.

He turned around, picked up Jiang Tingxue from the ground, and stepped out through the shattered window frame.

A few remaining shards of glass fell from the window frame, scraping against his coat sleeve and leaving two white streaks.

The corridor had good air circulation, and the toxic gas was quickly diluted after it rushed out of the window.

Lin Chen gently laid Jiang Tingxue on the bench in the corridor, and with his right hand, he took out a leather needle case from his pocket.

turn on.

Seven silver needles of varying thicknesses were neatly arranged on a black velvet cloth, gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the fluorescent light.

[A master of traditional Chinese medicine] took over his hands.

The first needle is applied to the philtrum.

The silver needle is inserted obliquely into the acupoint at a 30-degree angle to a depth of 4 millimeters, and then quickly rotated and left in place.

Stimulating the respiratory center in the medulla oblongata forcibly pulls back the spontaneous breathing rhythm that is about to stop.

The second acupuncture point is Baihui (GV20).

Insert the needle straight down the center of the skull, to a depth of no more than three millimeters. If you go another half a millimeter, you will reach the superior sagittal sinus.

The moment the silver needle entered the acupoint, Jiang Tingxue's almost disappeared pupils showed a faint response to the light.

The third to seventh needles are inserted sequentially at specific order and angles around the heart, specifically at the points of Tanzhong, Juque, Guanyuan, and the bilateral Neiguan.

This acupuncture technique has no name.

Its principle is extremely dangerous. Essentially, it uses external stimuli to forcibly suppress the activity of the central nervous system, reducing the body's metabolism to a minimum level close to hibernation.

When the heart rate drops below 20 beats per minute, the body temperature drops by two degrees, and the blood circulation slows down by 70%.

The rate at which toxins spread in the blood is thus significantly slowed down.

The cost is that the body of the person receiving the acupuncture will enter a state of extreme vulnerability and apparent death.

If the needles are not removed and the toxins are not expelled within two hours, organ function will irreversibly fail due to prolonged low perfusion.

two hours.

This is the time window that Lin Chen has given himself.

After he administered the last injection, Jiang Tingxue's face changed from deathly pale to a bluish-grayish pallor. Her breathing was so shallow that her chest was barely rising and falling, but her vital signs stabilized.

Lin Chen picked her up horizontally and carried her in his arms.

"Li Mingyu".

Li Mingyu shuddered and ran over.

"There are three bodies and destroyed evidence in the forensic lab."

"You take people in to clean up the mess, and record the whole thing on video."

"yes!"

Li Mingyu didn't dare utter a single unnecessary word this time.

Lin Chen, carrying Jiang Tingxue, disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Behind him, Li Mingyu stood in the corridor, staring blankly at the bulletproof glass window frame that had been shattered into pieces.

After a while, he turned his head to look at the fire hammer at his feet, and then at the pile of broken glass.

"Oh shit."

He muttered a curse under his breath, but it was unclear who he was cursing.