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

The dramatic reversal at the press conference, which resembled a farce, swept through the entire public opinion field of Beijing like a storm within minutes.

But Lin Chen, at the center of the storm, had already distanced himself from it.

For him, nailing Bai Yu, that clown, to the pillar of shame was merely a casual appetizer, not even an appetizer.

The real main course is the "cleaner fish," a big fish hidden in the deep waters of Beijing!

……

Half an hour later, at the Beijing General Bureau, on the third basement level.

This is one of the most confidential and highest-security areas in the entire organization—the exclusive domain of Chief Forensic Pathologist Jiang Tingxue.

The air was filled with the cold, unique smell of formaldehyde mixed with disinfectant, and various precision instruments representing the world's top level emitted a subtle and regular humming sound in the constant temperature and humidity environment.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the usually quiet forensic laboratory was so heavy it seemed to drip water.

The man in the baseball cap codenamed "Executor" had been forcibly kept alive by Lin Chen using the "Thirteen Ghost Needles" technique and sent to the adjacent special care isolation ward, where he was under the close watch of two teams of heavily armed special police officers, who kept him on guard 24 hours a day.

Although the person is not dead, the situation is extremely dire.

The unknown neurotoxin he had ingested was still raging in his body. Even though his heart and brainstem were sealed with silver needles, his nerves and organs were still deteriorating at a visible rate.

To get him to talk, we must first decipher the composition of this toxin and concoct an antidote!

This arduous task naturally fell on the shoulders of Jiang Tingxue, China's top forensic expert.

In the center of the laboratory, Jiang Tingxue wore a spotless white lab coat, her long, glossy black hair neatly pinned up behind her head, revealing her usually aloof and cold face, which was now filled with solemnity and exhaustion.

Wearing professional goggles, she was staring intently at the display screen of the mass spectrometer in front of her.

On the screen, countless complex spectral data streams flashed by like a waterfall, eventually converging into a distorted and bizarre three-dimensional molecular structure model.

Jiang Tingxue's brows furrowed tightly, forming a shallow "川" (river) shape.

She had been working here for nearly three hours straight, comparing all the known toxin models in the database, but without exception, they all failed!

Its molecular structure is far more complex than the current understanding of toxicology. What's even more frightening is that it seems to be "alive"!

Whenever Jiang Tingxue attempts to break down a segment of its peptide chain with chemical reagents, it immediately mutates and recombines into a completely new and more stable form!

This is not poison at all; it is a meticulously designed, microscopic "killing machine"!

"Damn it..."

Jiang Tingxue couldn't help but mutter a curse under her breath. She took off her goggles and rubbed her throbbing temples hard with her slender fingers, a deep sense of powerlessness washing over her.

As the youngest chief forensic pathologist in the country, she has always had absolute confidence in her professional abilities, but today, that confidence has been shattered by the small toxin sample in front of her.

Just as she was feeling upset, a familiar, sweet fragrance with a faint calming effect, along with a warm embrace, gently held her from behind.

"Well……"

Jiang Tingxue's tense body stiffened instantly, but she immediately recognized Lin Chen's unique aura that made her feel incredibly at ease. She immediately softened and leaned into his broad chest.

Still worried?

Lin Chen gently rested his chin on the top of her head, his deep and magnetic voice ringing in her ear.

He didn't ask about work, but instead reached out a hand and gently, with a touch of tenderness, smoothed the furrow in her brow.

"Look at our Tingxue, her eyebrows are so furrowed they could practically trap a fly."

Lin Chen's tone carried a hint of doting teasing.

"If you keep wrinkling like this, you'll turn into an ugly old lady."

This gentle joke instantly dispelled the fatigue and irritability that had accumulated in Jiang Tingxue's heart.

Her eyes welled up slightly, and she grabbed Lin Chen's large hand that was wrapped around her waist, pressing her cheek against the back of his hand, greedily absorbing the warmth that was uniquely hers.

"husband……"

Her voice carried a hint of barely perceptible grievance and hoarseness.

"I...I think I'm in trouble."

Lin Chen didn't speak, but gently turned her soft body around so that she was facing him.

Then, as if by magic, he produced an exquisite insulated food container from behind him.

Upon opening the box, a rich and overpowering aroma instantly filled the entire cold laboratory.

It's a rich soup made with over a dozen precious ingredients, including old hen, top-grade ham, and dried scallops, simmered for a full eight hours using "god-level culinary skills." The soup is golden and clear, like molten gold.

Several precious medicinal herbs with calming, brain-boosting, qi-invigorating, and blood-activating effects were also added to the soup.

With [divine culinary skills] combined with [divine mastery of traditional Chinese medicine], this is no longer just a simple bowl of chicken soup, but a superb medicinal dish capable of bringing the dead back to life and restoring flesh to bones!

"Have some soup first to warm your stomach."

Lin Chen ladled out a small bowl, gently blew on it to cool it down with a spoon, and then brought it to Jiang Tingxue's lips.

Jiang Tingxue obediently opened her little mouth and drank the soup that contained all of Lin Chen's heartfelt wishes.

boom!

As the soup entered her throat, a warm and powerful current burst forth from her stomach, like a flood breaking through a dam, instantly washing over her limbs and surging into her brain, which was exhausted from prolonged concentration!

The feeling was like parched land receiving the most abundant rain in an instant!

Every cell is cheering and greedily absorbing that extremely pure energy!

With just one sip of soup, Jiang Tingxue felt all her fatigue and mental exhaustion vanish in an instant, as if she had been reborn, and her mental state was even better than at her peak!

Her large, watery eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

"Honey, this soup..."

"Sweetie, finish your drink first, then we'll talk."

Lin Chen smiled gently and fed her another bite.

The bowl of soup was quickly emptied, and a healthy, charming blush spread across Jiang Tingxue's pretty face. She looked radiant, as if she had just had a top-notch spa treatment.

She then leaned against Lin Chen's chest and told him all about the problems she had encountered.

"...This toxin is almost like it has intelligence. Not only can it mimic and disguise itself as a normal neurotransmitter to evade the immune system's recognition, but it can also actively undergo structural mutations when attacked. I have never seen anything so bizarre. I suspect that its source of synthesis is not in any known biological or chemical substance on Earth."

Jiang Tingxue's tone was filled with frustration about her major.

After listening to her story, a glint of keen interest flashed in Lin Chen's eyes.

Possessing wisdom?

Active mutation?

interesting.

It seems that this "cleaner" organization possesses some advanced technology than I imagined.

He gently patted Jiang Tingxue on the back, and said with a smile in an unquestionable tone, filled with absolute confidence:

"Don't worry, your husband is here."

"Let me see what this mischievous little thing is all about."

After saying that, he placed a gentle kiss on Jiang Tingxue's smooth and full forehead, then turned around and walked towards the mass spectrometer that had left Jiang Tingxue helpless and represented the world's most advanced technology.

That composed figure, in Jiang Tingxue's infatuated gaze, seemed to be draped in a sacred halo of omnipotence.