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

The night was deep, and the cold wind was like a knife.

In the western suburbs of Beijing, the abandoned air-raid shelter area, long forgotten by the world, is now filled with a deathly silence even more eerie than a graveyard.

A black bulletproof jeep silently stopped a hundred meters from the entrance.

The car door opened, and Lin Chen's figure disappeared into the deep night.

He didn't bring any heavy equipment; he was still wearing his smart black combat uniform.

The area is overgrown with weeds, some taller than a person, swaying in the wind and making a rustling sound, as if whispering about the desolation of this place.

At the entrance, there is a seemingly ordinary rock wall covered with vines and moss, full of the vicissitudes of time.

But in Lin Chen's eyes, this place was a completely different scene.

[God-level Insight] Unlocked!

In his field of vision, at least three different types of infrared thermal scanners were hidden in the seemingly natural crevices of the rock wall; behind two seemingly dead, crooked trees were high-precision pressure sensors disguised as the color of tree bark; even the soil beneath his feet had been disturbed, with electromagnetic induction coils buried underneath capable of detecting any metal object.

Inside that rock wall covered in vines was a heavy-duty door, more than 30 centimeters thick, made of special titanium alloy.

Chu Tianxing, this hypocrite who calls himself a god, has indeed armed his rat hole to the teeth.

Lin Chen stood quietly fifty meters from the entrance, like a sculpture blending into the night.

He knew that from the very first second he stepped into this area, his every move was being watched by countless hidden cameras.

really.

In less than ten seconds, a barrier disguised as a rock slid silently off the top of the rock face, revealing a surveillance camera flashing a red dot, which then turned precisely toward him.

"Sizzle..."

After a piercing crackling sound of electricity, Chu Tianxing's slightly manic yet forcedly calm voice came from a loudspeaker hidden in the surrounding woods.

"Lin Chen, you really came. Even faster than I expected."

The voice carried a hint of barely suppressed excitement and resentment, like a venomous snake that had been waiting for its prey to fall into its trap.

"Welcome, welcome to the 'perfect world' I've created just for you. How about it? Do you like this welcome gift I've given you?"

Lin Chen's face was expressionless.

He simply raised his head, his gaze calmly meeting the cold camera lens, a faint, almost mocking smile even curving his lips.

Chu Tianxing seemed to be angered by Lin Chen's nonchalant attitude, and his voice suddenly rose and became sharp.

"You think you've won? What you destroyed was nothing more than a toy of mine in the sunlight! My true kingdom lies here, behind this door! It's my masterpiece, the culmination of ten years of painstaking effort, combining criminal psychology, modern architecture, and classical mechanical engineering!"

His voice was filled with a morbid pride.

"You pride yourself on being smart, don't you? You like to use unreasonable brute force to break everything? Come on! If you're so capable, come on in! Let me see how you, this unruly brute, are going to get through the hell I've meticulously prepared for you!"

Accompanied by his maniacal laughter, "Boom—"

The titanium alloy gate, weighing over a hundred tons, slowly and inch by inch, opened inward under the drive of a hydraulic system, revealing a bottomless, pitch-black passage that seemed to swallow all light.

A cold, damp air, mixed with the smell of engine oil and dust, rushed out of the passage.

However, what is truly unsettling are the walls on both sides of the passage.

Instead of the swords, spears, and halberds one might expect, the walls were covered with all sorts of bizarre, distorted, and grotesque geometric patterns.

Some resemble the endlessly looping staircases in Escher's paintings, making one feel dizzy at first glance; others are countless concentric circles of varying sizes and eerie colors, like a vortex that can suck one's soul in; still others are three-dimensional figures that are constantly changing and formed by visual illusions, sometimes resembling skulls, and sometimes resembling grinning faces.

These patterns are all carefully designed and arranged, containing strong psychological suggestions.

Let alone ordinary people, even a special forces soldier with strong willpower would, within thirty seconds of entering such an environment, experience severe dizziness, nausea, or even claustrophobia due to visual nerve disturbances and cognitive dysfunction, ultimately leading to a mental breakdown and collapse without a fight.

This was Chu Tianxing's first show of force to Lin Chen.

He wanted to completely crush this opponent who had made him lose face, both mentally and physically!

In the monitoring room, Chu Tianxing stared intently at Lin Chen's image on the screen, his face contorted with madness and filled with malicious anticipation. He could almost see Lin Chen clutching his head, screaming in agony, utterly pathetic.

However, Lin Chen's next reaction caused the smile on his face to freeze instantly.

Lin Chen showed no discomfort whatsoever; on the contrary, he looked at the patterns on the wall with great interest.

"Buzz—!"

[God-level psychological profiling]!

[God-level micro-expression control]!

Two god-level skills activated simultaneously!

These psychological traps, which would drive others to madness, became the most straightforward codebook in Lin Chen's eyes!

"Using the 'Levi tendency' to create visual dizziness, inducing anxiety with the 'stroboscopic effect'...tsk tsk, and even adding a graphic variation of the 'McGurk effect' to try to confuse the cognitive association between hearing and vision..."

A chilling sneer curled at the corner of Lin Chen's mouth.

Not only did he instantly become completely immune to these low-level psychological suggestions, but he also began to analyze Chu Tianxing's inner world from the patterns, colors, and lines.

"The increasingly rapid lines of the pattern and the increasingly sharp color contrasts indicate that... the designer himself is in a state of extreme anxiety, excitement, and deep fear of losing control."

"Especially this last painting, 'The Devil's Gaze,' projects not intimidation, but... a fear that is all bark and no bite."

Lin Chen's gaze seemed to pierce through layers of walls, directly seeing that pathetic wretch hiding in the monitoring room, thinking himself a god.

"Playing with psychology?"

"Chu Tianxing, you're not even worthy to carry my shoes."

He murmured something softly, but his voice seemed to possess a magical quality, reaching Chu Tianxing's ears clearly through the ubiquitous recording equipment.

Chu Tianxing, sitting in front of the screen, felt as if struck by lightning, and his whole body trembled violently!

How...how did he know?!

How could he not be affected?!

How could he possibly... analyze me the other way around?!

An unprecedented, naked fear, as if he had been completely exposed, instantly seized his heart!

But before his horrified eyes, Lin Chen had already taken a step.

Without the slightest hesitation, he strode into the dark, deep passage that seemed like the entrance to hell.

His steps were steady, his back straight, without the slightest hesitation or panic.

Like taking a leisurely stroll.