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

The next morning, the sun shone brightly, but it couldn't dispel the perennial chilling atmosphere of formaldehyde and death that permeated the Beijing Municipal Bureau of Forensic Identification Center.

Jiang Tingxue, dressed in a pure white forensic doctor's coat, exuded an ethereal and otherworldly aura.

Her long, jet-black hair was neatly styled into a bun, with only a few unruly strands hanging down beside her ears.

Wearing sterile gloves, she stood before the cold metal dissection table, her usually calm and serene eyes now burning with a flame called "seeking proof".

On the dissection table lay quietly the protagonist of last night—Old Liu Zhenbang.

Lin Chen's judgment last night was like a pebble thrown into the center of a lake, stirring up ripples in her heart.

High-frequency sound wave resonance... Could this murder method, which only exists in theory and science fiction, really appear in reality?

Her expertise told her that it was almost impossible.

But her trust in Lin Chen made her willing to overturn all her preconceived notions.

She's going to take matters into her own hands; she's going to find the evidence!

Even if it's just the most minute, cellular-level cracks, she's determined to expose the hideous demon lurking beneath the glamorous facade of the concert!

"Tingxue, are you ready?"

Xiao Wang, the assistant standing beside him, asked in a low voice, his eyes filled with admiration for this young senior.

"Um."

Jiang Tingxue nodded, picked up the scalpel, and prepared to make the first incision.

Just then, the heavy metal door of the forensic room creaked open.

An undeniable aura of authority instantly enveloped the entire room as the figure appeared at the door.

The visitor was an elderly man with gray hair that was meticulously combed.

He wore a similarly pristine white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses. Behind the lenses, his eyes were sharp and profound, as if they could see through all life and death in the world.

Although he is old, he stands upright and walks with a steady and powerful gait.

"Old Chen...?"

When Assistant Xiao Wang saw who it was, the instrument tray in his hand almost fell to the ground with a "clatter," and he stammered.

Jiang Tingxue's hand holding the scalpel also suddenly stiffened. She turned around, her cool and pretty face filled with surprise and a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"Teacher, what brings you here?"

Chen Yannian is a true titan in the field of forensic medicine in China, the drafter of many domestic forensic identification standards, and Jiang Tingxue's most respected mentor during her university years.

It can be said that Jiang Tingxue's achievements today are inseparable from the old man's careful guidance.

Professor Chen's status in the field of forensic medicine is like Professor Liu's status in the world of classical music; both are living legends, figures that countless younger generations need to look up to.

Old Chen did not answer Jiang Tingxue's question. He merely glanced at the body on the autopsy table and then calmly stated in an unquestionable tone:

"Tingxue, this case is being taken very seriously by the higher-ups; it has a huge impact."

"You're still young and inexperienced, so I'll take charge of the surgery myself."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Jiang Tingxue was stunned.

Is it important to the higher-ups?

He personally performed the surgery?

This...this is too abnormal!

Although Mr. Liu's case caused a sensation, procedurally speaking, it was far from needing to alarm Mr. Chen, a semi-retired national treasure-level expert, to personally intervene.

Moreover, the teacher said she lacked experience?

Throughout the entire Beijing General Bureau, who doesn't know that Jiang Tingxue is the sharpest knife in the forensic department?

"Teacher, I..."

Jiang Tingxue subconsciously wanted to try, she wanted to tell the teacher her conjecture about infrasound.

Give me the gloves and the knife.

Old Chen interrupted her directly, extending his hand with a calm and unwavering gaze.

Jiang Tingxue looked at her once most respected mentor, that familiar yet unfamiliar face, and a strange feeling welled up in her heart.

But she couldn't disobey her master's orders, especially in this situation, she had no room to refuse.

She silently stepped aside and handed over the scalpel.

Old Chen took the knife, his movements as skillful as a sculptor's.

Instead of conducting the meticulous microscopic dissection that Jiang Tingxue had envisioned, he only performed some routine, visually perceptible examinations.

Opening the chest, examining the heart, observing the aorta... the whole process was incredibly fast.

It took less than half an hour, even faster than handling a typical traffic accident death case.

Old Chen took off his blood-stained gloves, threw them into the medical waste bin, picked up a pen and paper, and without even glancing at Jiang Tingxue, began to scribble on the report.

Finally, he handed the freshly completed autopsy report to his assistant, Xiao Wang, who was already staring in disbelief.

"Archive it."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door without looking back, as if he were just doing a trivial task.

Jiang Tingxue's heart sank.

She quickly stepped forward and took the report from Xiao Wang's hand.

When she saw the conclusion in the report, she was struck dumb, frozen in place.

[Autopsy Conclusion: The deceased, Liu Zhenbang, suffered from severe coronary atherosclerotic heart disease for a long time. Excessive emotional excitement during the performance led to coronary artery spasm, acute myocardial ischemia and necrosis, resulting in sudden cardiac death. The conclusion is natural death; no traces of external force or abnormal physical energy damage were found.]

Natural death?

How is this possible?!

This is completely contrary to Lin Chen's judgment last night and the tiny congestion points on the eardrum that she initially observed!

Teacher, how could he have come to such a conclusion?

This is the kind of basic mistake that only a complete novice would make—ignoring crucial evidence!

Jiang Tingxue's mind went blank. She felt that the professional beliefs she had built up over the years had been shattered at this moment by the report written by her most respected mentor.

Just as she was feeling lost and disoriented, the door to the forensic lab was pushed open once again.

A warm fragrance, incongruous with the cold atmosphere here, mixed with high-end perfumes and fine cuisine, wafted in.

"Tingxue, still busy? Guess what delicious treat I brought you?"

Lin Chen strolled in, carrying an exquisite, temperature-controlled lunchbox bearing the Michelin three-star logo, a lazy smile on his face.

This was a loving lunch that Ye Qingcheng had specially instructed her hotel's executive chef to prepare according to Jiang Tingxue's tastes and constitution.

As soon as he entered the room, he keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Jiang Tingxue's usually aloof and pretty face was now deathly pale. She stood there, looking lost and dejected, clutching a document tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"What's wrong? Who made our beauty angry?"

Lin Chen smiled and walked forward, his gaze casually sweeping over the report in her hand.

With just one glance, the smile on his face slowly faded.

[Godlike insight!]

[God-level micro-expression analysis]!

Instant activation!

Within 0.01 seconds, his brain incorporated the report's contents, Jiang Tingxue's expression, and the faint, lingering scent of Old Chen in the air into the analysis model.

His gaze, passing through the glass window of the forensic lab, caught the back of the renowned forensic expert, Elder Chen, as he was about to get into his car.

Lin Chen's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

He clearly saw that the moment Old Chen opened the car door, he wiped his forehead with a handkerchief.

Under the sunlight, fine, cold beads of sweat seeped from his forehead.

As he put his right hand, which had just signed his name, into his pocket, his index and middle fingers were trembling uncontrollably and very slightly!

This is a typical stress response that occurs when someone tries to suppress their emotions under immense psychological pressure but still cannot fully control them.

A cold smile curled at the corners of Lin Chen's lips.

This highly respected forensic expert...

He's lying!

Moreover, he is using his entire life's reputation to tell a colossal lie!

This is interesting, and it's getting more and more interesting.

He didn't say much, but simply reached out and gently took the report from Jiang Tingxue's hand, casually placing it aside. Then, with remarkable ease, he put his arm around her cool, fragrant shoulder and said in a doting tone:

"I'll hold the sky up even if it falls. Let's eat first."

"Only when you're full can you have the strength to drag those rats out of their holes one by one, so they can't stand the light of day."