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

6:17 a.m.

Jiang Tingxue was still asleep.

Wrapped in the blanket with only half her face showing, she was breathing evenly, her complexion had completely returned to its normal paleness, and there was even a slight, barely noticeable curve at the corner of her mouth.

Lin Chen tucked the blanket around her and got up to walk to the desk in the living room.

On the table lay the spectral analysis data of the dark blue liquid, next to which were three pages of molecular structure deduction notes he had handwritten at three in the morning after Jiang Tingxue had fallen asleep.

He turned to the end of the third page, where a box was drawn.

There are two words written in the box.

Fish bait.

Prajna attacked the forensic room with poison gas in order to destroy the bodies of the three assassins and the drug samples that had already been extracted.

This indicates that the tube of dark blue liquid was extremely important to him, so important that it was worth risking exposing his technical methods to silence him.

The body had been destroyed.

When the bomb disposal team entered the forensic lab, the poison gas reacted with the self-destruct agent on the three corpses, causing the body tissues to be corroded beyond recognition, making it impossible to extract any valuable biological samples.

But Lin Chen still had that vial of medicine in his hand.

Prajna did not know.

Or rather, Prajna is still unsure whether the vial of medicine has been rescued.

This is the information gap that can be exploited.

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes.

If the police publicly announce that "all samples have been destroyed and the trail has been broken," Prajna will lie low contentedly, waiting for the next opportunity to strike.

The location of the safe house has not yet been exposed, so he can take the real sample and study it slowly. However, no one can say for sure how long Prajna's dormancy period will be, and passively waiting is not his style.

If the police announce that "the sample has been saved and is being analyzed," Prajna will definitely launch an even more intense attack to seize or destroy it.

But this also means he will reveal more of his true colors.

Lin Chen chose the third option.

Do both.

He went into the kitchen and opened the chemical reagent storage cabinet under the stove.

The ingredients include ordinary copper sulfate solution, food coloring, industrial-grade silicone oil, and several common Chinese medicine ingredients that can be purchased at pharmacies.

The total cost is no more than eighty yuan.

However, with the dual enhancement of [God-level Microscopic Forgery Technique] and [God-level Chemical Knowledge], these cheap materials will be transformed into a tube of "dark blue drug sample" that is completely identical to the genuine product in appearance, smell, and even preliminary spectral scan results.

Lin Chen's hands began to work.

Copper sulfate solution provides the basic hue.

The hue of the food coloring is subtly adjusted, shifting from ordinary blue to a unique "dark blue".

Silicone oil is used to adjust the refractive index and surface tension, allowing the fake liquid to exhibit the same fluorescent effect as the genuine product under light.

As for the preliminary spectrum, Lin Chen added several specific inorganic salts to the solution.

When these salts are scanned by a spectrometer, they produce signals that are close to the main absorption peaks of the genuine product, enough to fool ordinary laboratory analysis.

But it can't fool a high-precision mass spectrometer.

This was the "flaw" that Lin Chen deliberately left behind.

Prajna was a perfectionist.

He won't just send people to steal the samples; he will definitely find a way to verify their authenticity.

When he analyzes it with more precise equipment, he will find that it is a forgery.

At that point, he only had two possible reactions.

The first type: feeling smug that they have seen through the police's tricks and letting their guard down.

The second type: feeling angry at being fooled, and taking more radical retaliatory actions.

Either way, it will reveal more information than a dormant state.

Forty minutes later.

Lin Chen now had a tube of fake sample that was indistinguishable from the real thing to the naked eye.

At the same time, he also forged a five-page "component analysis report".

The report's layout, font, and even the laboratory number in the footer were exactly the same as the official report from the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau's Criminal Science and Technology Research Center.

The report was written with extreme "care," detailing the seven main components, molecular weight, boiling point, and toxicological speculations of the "dark blue liquid."

It's all wrong.

But the mistake was very "professional".

Every error is wrapped in a thick layer of correct terminology and reasonable reasoning. Only those who have truly grasped the complete molecular structure of the dark blue liquid can discover those deeply hidden logical loopholes in these seemingly impeccable data.

This is exactly the effect Lin Chen wanted.

If Prajna gets his hands on this report, he will take the time to verify it.

The verification process requires mobilizing his chemical experimental equipment and personnel, and these mobilizations will leave traceable traces in the dark.

Every mark is a line.

At the other end of the line is Prajna himself.

At 8:00 AM sharp, Lin Chen dialed Su Qingge's number.

"Qingge, do you have anything to report at this morning's bureau meeting?"

Su Qingge paused for a moment on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, we need to report the attack on the forensic lab."

"When you report it, add a line saying that I have rescued the sample and it is currently undergoing component analysis in an external laboratory. The preliminary results have been released."

"What are you doing?"

"fishing."

Lin Chen paused for a moment, lowering his voice by half an octave.

"Do not take written notes of the meeting content; just give verbal reports. Make a list of the attendees."

Su Qingge remained silent for two seconds.

She understood.

If Prajna's people are inside the police station, then anyone who hears the news that "the sample is still there" at the meeting is a suspect.

By controlling the scope and recipients of information dissemination, and subsequently observing whose behavior is abnormal, the scope of investigation for internal moles can be narrowed down.

"Understood."

Su Qingge hung up the phone.

Lin Chen leaned back in his chair, looking at the fake sample tube and the fake report on the table.

The bait has been put into the water.

Prajna, let's see if you'll bite.