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

The panic in the teaching building subsided.

Medical teams and psychological counselors arrived on campus immediately to comfort and examine students who were awakened by infrasound nightmares.

Su Ke'er followed closely behind Lin Chen, her small hands clutching the hem of his clothes as if it were her only anchor in the storm.

She watched as Lin Chen was surrounded by a group of experts and leaders, listening to the usually aloof principals and directors expressing their gratitude in almost fawning tones. Her little face showed no pride, only a sense of relief and complete dependence.

Standing outside the cordon, Li Mingyu watched Lin Chen being fawned over like a star, his mouth watering with sourness.

He had just been glared at by Director Lu Zhenhua, who had arrived at the scene, for a full three minutes because he dared not lead the team in. His gaze was colder than a knife in winter.

"So what if he can only play a lousy piano? What's so great about that..."

He muttered to himself, his voice so soft that only he could hear it.

The campus crisis gradually dissipated in the morning sunlight, but another dark cloud was quietly gathering over Jiangcheng City.

The next morning, a piece of news exploded like a bombshell, shaking the entire upper class and the top police force of Jiangcheng City.

Wang Hongyuan, a renowned philanthropist in the city and chairman of the Hongyuan Group with a net worth of billions, was found dead in his private vault on the top floor of the Hongyuan Building in the city center.

One fatal blow.

When Su Qingge received the report, she had just finished an all-night investigation and was about to take a 20-minute nap on her cot in the office.

She grabbed her coat and rushed out of the office, leaving the group of detectives behind with only one word: "Let's go!"

The top floor of Hongyuan Building has been completely sealed off by special police.

The crime scene was an underground vault that was locked from the inside.

The walls are 40 centimeters thick reinforced concrete. The only entrance is a three-ton composite security door imported from Switzerland, which requires triple verification of password, fingerprint, and iris scan to open from the outside, while from the inside, it can be locked with just a simple mechanical knob.

The preliminary forensic examination revealed that the door was locked from the inside, with no signs of forced entry.

Inside the vault, Wang Hongyuan lay supine in a pool of blood, an ice blade, half-melted, embedded in his chest, leaving only a gruesome wound.

The fatal wound was that the carotid artery was severed with a single cut.

There were no windows on site. The only ventilation opening was the return air vent connected to the central air conditioning system. The grille was welded shut, with gaps less than a centimeter wide, so tight that not even a mouse could squeeze in.

This is a perfect secret room.

However, what truly sent chills down the spines of the entire Major Crimes Unit were two things found at the scene.

First, in the right hand of the deceased Wang Hongyuan, which was convulsing and clenched tightly due to pain, the forensic doctor carefully removed something with tweezers—an extremely rare miniature coin tweezer made from a surgical blade.

In the entire Jiangcheng City Police Department, only one person knows how to use these tweezers, and only one person has them.

Lin Chen.

He used it in front of everyone when he was dismantling the "Judgment of Prajna" bomb.

Second, the surveillance footage from the building's security center.

Although the killer cleverly avoided all the cameras facing the corridor, a blurry but crucial figure was captured in a wide-angle camera in the building's lobby on the first floor.

At 2:15 a.m., a person with the exact same build, gait, and even the habit of slightly swinging his right arm while walking as Lin Chen, wearing a baseball cap and with his head down, flashed through the shadows of the lobby and entered the VIP elevator leading to the top floor.

The two pieces of evidence were a painful reminder to all the officers who were in the know.

When Li Mingyu stormed into the Criminal Investigation Detachment's main office with the freshly completed preliminary investigation report, he practically roared.

"The evidence is conclusive! It belongs to Lin Chenqian!"

His voice was so loud it made the windowpane vibrate, and his face was flushed with a sickly mix of excitement and fear.

"I knew something was off! A police auxiliary officer, solving cases and catching thieves, now even resorting to vigilante justice! Wang Hongyuan is a philanthropist! Lin Chen publicly suspected Wang Hongyuan of being the source of Prajna's funds at the meeting, and now look what's happened, they've just killed him!"

The office was deathly silent.

All eyes were focused on Li Mingyu's distorted face.

Su Qingge stood at the other end of the office, her face colder than ice.

She slowly turned around and walked step by step toward Li Mingyu.

"What did you say?"

Her voice was soft, yet more penetrating than Li Mingyu's roar.

"I said Lin Chen is fierce..."

Li Mingyu didn't finish his sentence.

"Click!"

A crisp metallic clang.

Su Qingge drew her sidearm from her waist, and the dark muzzle was pressed against Li Mingyu's forehead in a fraction of a second, with the safety already off.

"If you dare to fart again, I'll kill you first."

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed tightly against Li Mingyu's forehead skin. He could clearly feel the chill of the metal seeping into his spine from his scalp.

His legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

"Captain Su... I... I'm just speaking based on evidence..."

"evidence?"

Two flames burned in Su Qingge's phoenix eyes.

"You call this such clumsy trick to frame him evidence?"

Just as the atmosphere inside the police station was so tense that it seemed like a fight was about to break out, the office door was pushed open.

Lin Chen walked in.

He was wearing a simple black windbreaker, his hands in his pockets, his face expressionless, showing neither anger at being wrongly accused nor tension at being suspected.

His gaze calmly swept over everyone in the office, finally settling on Su Qingge and Li Mingyu, who was under her gun.

That look in his eyes was as if he were watching a farce that had nothing to do with him.

He strode through the crowd and headed towards the case analysis board, without even glancing at Su Qingge, and simply said something indifferently.

"Put the gun away, don't get your hands dirty."