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

Beijing General Bureau, interrogation room.

The glaring incandescent light shone directly down from the ceiling, illuminating the entire room without a single shadow.

Bai Yu sat behind the interrogation table with his legs crossed, looking smug, toying with an expensive Montblanc pen in his hand.

Opposite him, the so-called "Ghost Hand" was wearing handcuffs and shackles, cowering in a chair, trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind.

"Give me a clear account of your name, occupation, and motive for the murder!"

Bai Yu slammed a prepared statement on the table, his tone filled with impatience and arrogance.

He doesn't care at all what the truth is.

All he cared about was whether he could "handle" this case into an ironclad one as quickly as possible and firmly grasp this enormous credit in his own hands!

The scapegoat named "Zhang San" raised his head, revealing a face distorted by drug addiction and fear.

He glanced at Bai Yu, then at the two expressionless SWAT officers standing beside him, his eyes filled with despair.

He knew that if he didn't tell, his family would die.

He said it, and he was sentenced to death.

He was going to die either way; he had no choice.

"I...I'm called Ghost Hand..."

His voice was hoarse and dry, like a broken bellows.

"I...I admit that I was responsible for both the cases at the China World Trade Center and the Beijing Grand Theatre..."

"And the motive?"

Bai Yu pressed on, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"The motive... is... it's a personal grudge!"

Following the script he had been given beforehand, Zhang San painstakingly fabricated lies.

"Wang Wanyu of Wanyu Capital, he... he cheated me out of money before! And that Professor Liu, he... he was my former teacher, he publicly humiliated me back then, so I've always held a grudge against him!"

"very good!"

Bai Yu slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly!

Although the motive in this confession is full of loopholes, it is like a plot from a third-rate novel. How could a business tycoon and an old artist have such a deep hatred for a mechanic who is struggling at the bottom of society?

But Bai Yu didn't care!

All he wanted was a "result"!

A result that would allow him to report back to his superiors and hold a press conference to boast about!

"Was everything recorded?"

He turned around and asked the recorder behind him.

"Deputy Team Leader Bai, isn't this motive... a bit far-fetched?"

A young police officer couldn't help but whisper a reminder.

"Far-fetched?"

Bai Yu's face darkened, and he suddenly turned around and glared at him.

"What do you know?! Criminals are inherently psychologically twisted! How can you solve cases by trying to understand them using normal human logic?!"

"I'm a PhD in criminal psychology. If I say his motive is valid, then it is!"

Bai Yu pointed his pen at the young police officer's nose and shouted sternly.

"You're a rookie who hasn't even graduated from police academy for a few years, are you trying to teach me how to solve cases?!"

The young police officer was so frightened by his rebuke that he turned pale and dared not utter another word.

Bai Yu snorted coldly, picked up the freshly made, steaming "perfect" confession, and strode out of the interrogation room.

He needs to report this to his department immediately!

He wanted everyone to know that he, Bai Yu, was the one who would close this case!

He wanted to make Lin Chen, that country bumpkin, a laughingstock!

……

The lights were on in the Major Crimes Unit's office.

Su Qingge looked at the case report that had just been sent from Bai Yu's side, and she was so angry that she trembled all over. Her usually cold and beautiful face was now covered with frost.

"Bang!"

She couldn't hold back any longer and slammed the document filled with absurd conclusions onto the table!

"Damn it! This report is a complete pile of crap! The motive is utterly baseless, the chain of evidence at the scene doesn't match up, and he didn't even do the most basic background check on the suspect!"

Su Qingge's chest heaved violently, her beautiful eyes burning with raging anger.

"He's not handling a case, he's treating human life like dirt! He's shameless enough to steal credit!"

Li Mingyu was also stomping his feet in anger.

"Sister Qingge, that bastard has already applied to his superiors to hold a press conference tomorrow morning to announce to the whole society that the serial murder case has been solved! If he manages to do that, won't the real killer get away with it completely?!"

The atmosphere in the office was extremely oppressive.

Just then, a delicate and tranquil aroma of tea drifted in.

Lin Chen walked in leisurely, carrying a purple clay teacup, as if the storms outside had nothing to do with him.

He gently placed the teacup in front of Su Qingge, and the warmth of the cup calmed her agitated emotions slightly.

"Try it, it's freshly brewed pre-rain Longjing tea."

Lin Chen's voice has a reassuring magic.

He walked around behind Su Qingge, reached out his hands, and gently placed them on her shoulders, which were tense with anger.

[God-level massage technique] is activated quietly.

"Well……"

Su Qingge felt a gentle warmth emanating from Lin Chen's fingertips, instantly dispelling her stiffness and fatigue, making her let out a soft, comfortable moan.

"Let him drive."

Lin Chen's lips brushed against her ear, his voice confident and resolute.

"A press conference is a must. And the bigger the better, the more reporters we invite, the better."

"Why?!"

Su Qingge and Li Mingyu asked in unison, their faces full of confusion.

The curve of Lin Chen's lips appeared somewhat sinister under the light.

"Because the higher you climb, the harder you fall."

He gently stroked Su Qingge's smooth, long hair, his eyes gleaming with an all-knowing wisdom.

"Don't worry, Mingyu has already found the real culprit's trail."

Li Mingyu was taken aback, then realized what was happening and quickly handed over his phone.

"Brother Lin, we found the black Mercedes you asked me to investigate! After leaving the auto repair shop, it headed west and eventually disappeared in an area of ​​unfinished buildings in the western suburbs! And the license plate was definitely a fake!"

"very good."

Lin Chen nodded and sat down in front of his computer.

His fingers danced across the keyboard like a phantom.

[God-level hacking skills] in full swing!

In his view, the entire network of the capital city had become a giant spider web composed of countless data streams.

The signal from the area where the black Mercedes last disappeared was just an inconspicuous little dot on a spider web.

Lin Chen's consciousness, like an all-pervasive ghost, instantly locked onto that area.

By filtering and tracing the signals of all surrounding electronic devices, he quickly found an unusual satellite communication signal source that was encrypted multiple times!

that's it!

A cold smile curled at the corner of Lin Chen's mouth.

A Trojan program he wrote himself, capable of bypassing any top firewall in the world, silently infiltrated through that encrypted signal channel.

In an instant, Lin Chen completely took over all permissions of the black Mercedes' in-vehicle system and the personal terminal bound to the system!

Not only was the vehicle's real-time GPS location clearly displayed on his computer screen, but he also downloaded all the data stored in the terminal, including call logs.

Soon, a recording of a phone call encrypted with special software appeared on Lin Chen's computer.

Lin Chen put on his headphones and activated both [God-level Language Proficiency] and [God-level Voiceprint Analysis] simultaneously. In less than ten seconds, he cracked the complex encryption.

A clear, yet chilling conversation reached his ears.

"...Sir Cleaner, the 'accidents' at the International Trade Center and the theater have been executed perfectly. The scapegoat named Ghost Hand has also been arranged. Those idiots in the police force have indeed fallen for it."

A hoarse, disguised voice said.

"very good."

Another voice rang out, deep and elegant, yet exuding a chilling arrogance that penetrated to the bone.

"But don't let your guard down. That consultant named Lin Chen is quite interesting. Handle the aftermath cleanly."

"clear."

The recording has ended.

Lin Chen took off his headphones, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Cleaners...

He copied the recording, which was enough to nail Bai Yu to the pillar of shame, along with the surveillance video from the Skynet system showing the real culprit setting up a reflector across from the China World Trade Center, into a black USB drive.

He gently twirled the USB drive between his fingertips, as if playing with a chess piece about to be dropped, deciding its fate.

Bai Yu, your revelry should end here.

Tomorrow, let me personally draw the final curtain on your grand clown performance.