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

"To be buried with them?"

Faced with Chen Yuan's hysterical roar and the detonator that could be pressed at any moment, Lin Chen's face showed not a trace of panic, but rather a look as if he were looking at an idiot.

He didn't even adopt a defensive stance. Instead, he turned around, casually leaned against the rusty railing of the suspension bridge, crossed his arms, and yawned listlessly.

"Professor Chen, you look just like a stray dog ​​that's been cornered and can only bark and howl."

Lin Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it had a strange echo effect in the empty reservoir.

The moment he opened his mouth, [God-level Micro-expression Control] and [God-level Hypnosis] were simultaneously and silently activated!

Lin Chen's eyes became incredibly deep, like two black holes capable of devouring souls.

His voice also underwent an extremely subtle change, carrying a special frequency that struck Chen Yuan's cerebral cortex directly.

"Shut up! I told you to shut up! I am God! I control the life and death of everyone here!"

Chen Yuan frantically waved the detonator in his hand, his eyes turning bloodshot.

"Lin Chen! I want you to kneel down right now! Kneel down and beg me! Say you're wrong, say you're no match for me! Otherwise, I'll press you down right now, and we'll all die together!"

He wanted to see the man who had repeatedly thwarted his plans submit before he died; he needed this twisted pleasure to fill the void in his crumbling self-esteem.

However, Lin Chen not only did not kneel, but the sarcasm on his lips grew even stronger.

"Are you really sure you dare to press it, Chen Yuan?"

Lin Chen's voice became low and slow, carrying a condescending scrutiny and pity.

"Look me in the eyes, ask yourself, can you really bring yourself to do it?"

Chen Yuan subconsciously met Lin Chen's gaze.

boom!

In an instant, Chen Yuan felt as if his brain had been hit hard by a heavy hammer.

Lin Chen's deep eyes seemed to reflect all the hidden fears and unbearable pain in his heart.

"You suffer from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and pathological perfectionism."

Lin Chen began his reverse psychological output, each word precisely hitting Chen Yuan's psychological defenses.

"Look at the cases you've handled before. You treated murder as an art, pursuing an elegance that leaves no trace and kills without bloodshed."

"What you enjoy is the sense of accomplishment of manipulating your victims and watching them walk step by step into the abyss according to your script."

Lin Chen straightened up and walked slowly but firmly toward Chen Yuan, step by step.

"But what about now?"

Lin Chen pointed to the small mountain of C4 explosives at Chen Yuan's feet, his tone full of disdain.

"Look at yourself now, clutching a bunch of explosives, threatening me with this most primitive, brutal, and low-tech suicide attack."

"Is this art? This is just a cornered dog resorting to desperate measures!"

"I easily saw through your meticulously designed maze, and I disposed of your proud assassins like trash."

"You're like a gambler who's lost all his chips, his eyes bloodshot as he tries to flip the table."

Lin Chen didn't stop walking; he was now less than three meters away from Chen Yuan.

"Chen Yuan, you know this better than anyone else."

"If you press this button today, it's like admitting to the whole world that you've lost."

"Your pride and intelligence, your psychology skills, are utterly insignificant in front of Lin Chen."

"You're not a god, you're just a complete and pathetic loser!"

"What you pressed wasn't a bomb, it was your pathetic pride!"

"No! That's not true! I didn't lose! I'm perfect!"

Under the dual blows of Lin Chen's god-level hypnosis and precise analysis, Chen Yuan's psychological defenses began to crumble on a large scale.

Beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses.

His right hand, which was holding the detonator, began to tremble uncontrollably. His thumb frantically rubbed the edge of the red button, but he couldn't press it down no matter what he did.

His mind was in turmoil.

His obsessive-compulsive disorder and perfectionism became his fatal weakness at this moment.

Lin Chen's words kept replaying in his mind like a curse: Pressing down means admitting defeat; pressing down means losing elegance; pressing down means he is a coward who can't accept defeat!

Do not!

He couldn't accept this imperfect ending!

What he wanted was a complete intellectual crushing, not this aesthetically unappealing mutual destruction!

"What's wrong? Are your hands shaking?"

Lin Chen had already reached the edge of the control panel, only a step away from Chen Yuan.

He looked at Chen Yuan's pale, sweat-drenched face with an icy gaze.

"You wanted to blow up the city? You wanted me to die with you? Press it! Press it down hard!"

Lin Chen suddenly raised his voice and let out a loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

This outburst became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Chen Yuan shuddered violently. He looked at Lin Chen, who was so close to him, and at those eyes filled with mockery and contempt. He suddenly realized that he had been completely controlled by this man from beginning to end!

In front of Lin Chen, he was like a transparent clown, with no secrets whatsoever!

Overwhelmed by immense fear and humiliation, Chen Yuan lost all reason in an instant.

"I'm not a loser! Lin Chen! Go to hell!!!"

Chen Yuan let out a shrill roar like a wild beast on its deathbed, his eyes turning completely bloodshot with madness.

He abandoned all perfectionism and pride, leaving only one thought in his mind—to shatter the man before him to pieces!

With resolute force, he pressed his thumb down hard on the red button on the detonator!