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

Lin Chen and Jiang Tingxue strode in one after the other.

Su Qingge's gaze lingered on the two of them for a brief moment.

Especially when she saw Jiang Tingxue's obviously ill-fitting white coat and the black suspenders that were faintly visible under the coat, her cool phoenix eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.

It was a woman's intuition, carrying a dangerous signal.

But she quickly looked away; the case was more important, and now was not the time to worry about such things.

When Li Mingyu saw Lin Chen, he was like a bull seeing a red cloth; his instinct was to start mocking him.

But he swallowed the words back down his throat.

The resounding slap I received at the last charity gala is still fresh in my mind.

Lin Chen ignored everyone and walked straight to Jiang Tingxue's side. He took out a brand new pair of latex gloves from the survey kit she handed him and slowly put them on.

"Smack."

The rubber glove snapped back against my wrist with a crisp sound.

He crossed the cordon, and his eyes changed instantly.

[Divine Insight], now activated!

In his view, the originally chaotic scene was analyzed and reconstructed.

The floating trails of dust particles in the air, the color variations of congealed bloodstains on the ground, and even the rapid pulses of the carotid arteries of the surrounding police officers due to tension, all transformed into a clear and readable stream of information at this moment.

His gaze did not linger on the gruesome corpse, but quickly swept over the deceased's entire body.

Finally, the gaze settled on the deceased's blood-soaked tie.

Windsor knot.

A very classic, symmetrical, and classy way of tying a tie, befitting the deceased's status as an investment director.

But the knot was tied in a rather strange way.

Lin Chen's pupils contracted slightly as he caught the discrepancy that most people wouldn't notice.

The direction of the knot is reversed.

This is a "reverse Windsor knot" that only left-handed people habitually tie.

Lin Chen remained calm, took out his phone with one hand, and rapidly tapped the screen with his thumb.

Soon, several high-resolution photos of the deceased Liu Zhiqiang attending financial forums and several signing videos were unearthed.

Zoom in, and zoom in again.

In the photos, whether Liu Zhiqiang is speaking eloquently into a microphone or wielding a brush at a signing ceremony, he always uses his right hand.

In the video, when he was tidying his appearance backstage, his habitual way of tying his tie was also the standard right-hand clockwise method.

Would a right-handed person, at the very last moment of their life, suddenly have a whim to tie a neat but awkward reverse Windsor knot with their left hand, which they are not used to, and then calmly face death?

Absolutely impossible!

Lin Chen put away his phone and slowly stood up.

His eyes were sharp as he looked up at the dark rooftop of the financial building.

"All the evidence points to one thing—this is a classic case of suicide driven by fear of punishment!"

Li Mingyu's confident voice still echoed in my ears as he urged his men to prepare to retreat.

"It wasn't suicide."

Lin Chen's voice was not loud, and it was so calm that it was completely calm, yet it clearly pierced through the noisy crowd.

"It was murder."

The moment those three words were uttered, the room fell silent.

Li Mingyu suddenly turned his head, his brows furrowed, and his suppressed anger finally erupted.

"Lin Chen! Stop making a scene and disrupting the investigation!"

"Suicide note, surveillance footage, motive—the evidence is conclusive. What makes you think you can overturn the conclusion?"

All eyes on Lin Chen were focused on him, some with doubt, some with expectation, and some with disdain.

Lin Chen didn't even lift his eyelids. He simply walked to the corpse, squatted down, and used his gloved fingers to lightly touch the deceased's strange tie from a distance.

"The deceased was right-handed, but the tie was tied in a left-handed style."

He stood up, looking down at Li Mingyu with a mocking smile.

"Captain Li, if it were you, would you deliberately tie a perfect reverse Windsor knot with your left hand and then calmly jump off the building?"

The entire audience was stunned.

The young police officers who had just been echoing Li Mingyu now looked at each other, their relaxed expressions completely gone.

Li Mingyu's mouth was agape, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He stared intently at the tie, his face turning from red to white, then from white to green, utterly humiliated.

Lin Chen ignored Li Mingyu, who was now speechless, and walked straight towards the elevator leading to the rooftop.

"Seal off all exits of the building and re-examine all personnel who left within the past hour."

As he walked, he spoke to Su Qingge beside him.

"it is good."

Su Qingge nodded immediately, took out her walkie-talkie, and began issuing orders.

A few minutes later, on the rooftop.

The night wind howled, making people's clothes flutter.

Li Mingyu followed with a dark face. He was still unconvinced and wanted to find a flaw in Lin Chen's defenses.

Lin Chen didn't check the locked fire door or look at the printed "suicide note," but went directly to the edge of the rooftop railing.

He slowly squatted down.

With his [God-level Insight], even the thin layer of dust on the top of the railing was clearly visible to him.

Look here.

Lin Chen pointed to two inconspicuous marks on the railing.

The crowd gathered around and examined the area closely with flashlights.

"If someone is determined to commit suicide, the footprints they leave when they climb over the railing here should be stomping, with the point of force pointing forward, and the dust trails should spread out in a noticeable burst."

Lin Chen's voice was crystal clear in the wind.

"But the dust marks here show obvious signs of dragging and rubbing backwards."

He stood up, dusted off non-existent dust from his hands, and made his final assertion.

"This shows that before the deceased was pushed down, his feet were firmly pressed against the railing; he was resisting, he was struggling."

Lin Chen turned around and stared intently at Li Mingyu.

"He was afraid; he was trying to survive."

"He... was forcibly pushed off from here by the murderer!"

Li Mingyu's face turned a deep purplish-red, and he almost roared in rebuttal.

"Impossible! The surveillance footage shows there was no one else on the rooftop! The fire door was locked from the inside! Could a ghost have pushed him off?!"

His voice was shrill with excitement, sounding particularly jarring on the empty rooftop.

However, this time Lin Chen didn't even bother to give him a glance.

He walked straight to the very edge of the rooftop, put his hands in his pockets, and looked down at the building, facing the howling night wind.

From this angle, the crowds and police cars on the ground appear as tiny as ants.

Lin Chen slowly closed his eyes.

[Crime Radar], activated!

Maximum power scan!

In an instant, his vision was filled with countless fluctuating white numbers.

[Sin Value: 5]

[Sin Value: 10]

[Sin Value: 2]

……

Each number represents a harmless "evil" hidden to some extent in the heart of an ordinary person.

Lin Chen's consciousness was like the fastest processor, frantically searching among hundreds of white values ​​for that touch of scarlet that represented extreme evil.

Sudden.

Right at the edge of the cordon, a glaring red number suddenly jumped into his field of vision on a figure mixed in with the crowd!

[Sin Value: 300]

found it.

Lin Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

The killer never left.

He was downstairs, mingling in the crowd, coldly observing everything.