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

Beijing University, a century-old prestigious university, is the ivory tower that countless students in China dream of.

The campus in the early morning is filled with the atmosphere of youth and vitality.

Along the tree-lined path, there were students hurrying to class with their books in their arms, and couples snuggling together on benches to memorize vocabulary words; everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful.

However, beneath this tranquility lurks a malice powerful enough to make the entire city tremble.

Lin Chen changed into a white T-shirt and jeans that he had just grabbed from Ye Qingcheng's closet. It looked like something from a trendy brand, and he wore a pair of limited-edition sneakers. He looked like a handsome senior from a wealthy family who was just strolling around the school.

He walked into the campus of Beijing University alone without alerting anyone.

Upon entering this area, he activated [God-level Insight] and [Sin Radar].

In an instant, the world he saw changed again.

The air was no longer filled with the simple fragrance of flowers and the scent of books, but rather with the hormonal emanations of countless students, the exhaustion from staying up all night studying, and the confusion and anticipation about the future...

These complex emotions, under his "god-like insight," were all transformed into a clearly visible stream of data.

The [Sin Radar] acts like an invisible scanner, radiating outwards from him and filtering everyone who passes by.

[Sin Value: 1, Skipping class, not constituting a crime.]

[Sin Value: 3, Cheating on the exam, Moral Flaw.]

[Sin Value: 5. Two-timing, scumbag, but not my responsibility.]

Lin Chen wandered aimlessly around the campus, silently complaining to himself.

The university town is indeed a haven; after walking for almost ten minutes, I didn't encounter a single person with a crime value exceeding 10.

He came here today not only to personally survey the terrain and experience the environment where "puppet masters" might exist, but also for a personal purpose—Su Ke'er was invited by the school's music department to hold a piano exchange lecture in the concert hall here.

This little girl even called him last night, using that sickeningly sweet voice, demanding that he be there, or else... she would tell Ms. Shen Manyun about his hard work that night.

When Lin Chen thought of his mother's gossipy eyes that seemed to say, "I'm rooting for you," he decisively chose to give in.

As he pondered this, he walked toward the concert hall.

Just as he was passing by the psychology department building, he suddenly paused slightly.

Not far ahead, a group of students were surrounding a middle-aged man like stars around the moon.

The man was about forty years old, wearing a well-tailored gray suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and his hair was neatly combed. He exuded an air of elegance and erudition.

He was smiling and talking to the students, nodding from time to time, with a gentle and approachable demeanor.

"Professor Chen, there are still some parts of your talk last week about 'the tendency for behavior to converge under the unconscious of the group' that I don't quite understand..."

A girl wearing black-rimmed glasses asked a question with a look of adoration on her face.

"Hehe, that's a very good question."

The man, known as Professor Chen, had a gentle, warm, and magnetic voice.

"Freud believed... but from Jung's perspective of the collective unconscious, there is another interpretation..."

He spoke eloquently, quoting classical texts and explaining complex concepts in a simple and easy-to-understand way, captivating the students around him.

No matter how you look at it, this is a harmonious picture of a master teacher and his beloved student learning from each other.

Lin Chen's [Sin Radar] showed no unusual reaction when it scanned the group of people.

He looked away and prepared to continue on his way.

However, just as he brushed past Professor Chen—

"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!—"

Without warning, the [Sin Radar] in his mind issued the sharpest and most piercing blood-red alarm since the system was bound!

The alarm sounded like a red-hot steel needle, piercing his brain!

Lin Chen's steps suddenly stopped!

His back instantly tensed up like a bow!

A strong sense of crisis, stemming from his instincts, made the hairs on his entire body stand on end!

He turned around abruptly, his gaze sharp as a sword, shooting towards the refined professor who had just brushed past him.

Professor Chen seemed to have noticed the sharp gaze behind him.

He turned around and saw Lin Chen standing there. A hint of doubt appeared on his face, but it was quickly replaced by a gentle and polite smile.

He nodded slightly to Lin Chen as a greeting.

That smile was flawless and gentle, enough to make anyone feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.

But in Lin Chen's eyes, all of this had a different meaning.

He has unlocked god-level micro-expression analysis and god-level sense of smell!

Within the 0.1 seconds that Professor Chen nodded and smiled, Lin Chen clearly caught a fleeting, almost imperceptible arrogance and coldness deep in the depths of his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses!

It's a morbid desire for control, a desire to manipulate everything!

At the same time, an extremely faint scent, almost completely masked by the fragrance of flowers and plants on campus, was precisely detected by his god-like sense of smell.

That wasn't the smell of perfume or tobacco, but rather a scent with a distinctive chemical aroma—the smell of a medical sedative!

Although extremely faint, it was as obvious as a firefly in the dark to Lin Chen, who possessed god-level skills.

Why would a psychology professor smell like sedatives?

Why would a gentle and refined scholar hide such terrifying coldness deep in his eyes?

Lin Chen returned a bright smile, as if he were just an ordinary passerby who was attracted by the other person's temperament and took a second look.

But in his heart, a storm was brewing.

A terrible suspicion formed in his mind.

His gaze slowly moved down and landed on the exquisite metal nameplate worn on the professor's chest.

The nameplate bears a line of clear, bold text:

Visiting Professor, Department of Psychology – Chen Yuan

Chen Yuan...

Lin Chen silently recited the name in his heart, his smile unchanged, but in his heart he had already sentenced him to death.

So it was you.

He turned around and continued walking towards the concert hall, but his dark eyes no longer held any laziness; instead, they held a deep, chilling killing intent.