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

Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau, Major Crimes Unit Office.

The atmosphere in the office was extremely oppressive; even the air seemed to freeze.

The "skeleton sculptor" serial murder case from fifteen years ago remains a huge, painful, and deeply troubling issue for the entire Beijing police force.

The deranged killer committed three crimes in a row, turning each victim into a grotesque skeletal artwork.

Jiang Tingxue's father, the chief forensic doctor of the serious crime unit at the time, died in a bizarre dump truck collision on the very night he uncovered the crucial clue.

The case reached a dead end, and the murderer disappeared without a trace.

Who could have imagined that, fifteen years later, this demon would raise his sword once again!

Jiang Tingxue sat in the chair in front of her desk.

She held a steaming teacup tightly in both hands, but her joints were white from the excessive force, and her fingertips were still icy cold.

She lowered her head, her long hair obscuring her face, and she exuded a deep sense of powerlessness and despair.

The demon lurking in the shadows seemed to be mercilessly mocking the incompetence of these police officers with this new skeleton statue.

Lin Chen frowned as he looked at her.

He walked directly behind Jiang Tingxue and placed his hands on her stiff shoulders.

"Don't be afraid, relax."

Lin Chen spoke in a low voice, instantly activating the [God-level Massage] skill.

His hands seemed to possess some kind of magic, precisely pressing on the Fengchi and Anshen acupoints on Jiang Tingxue's shoulders and neck.

A warm and mellow internal energy flowed slowly into Jiang Tingxue's body through Lin Chen's fingertips.

Jiang Tingxue's originally tense muscles miraculously began to soften little by little under the flow of this internal energy.

She felt a warm current spread from her neck to her limbs and bones, dispelling the chill that had penetrated to her very bones.

She leaned gently against Lin Chen's arm, her breathing gradually becoming steady.

With Lin Chen standing behind her, she felt as if someone would hold up the sky even if it collapsed.

Just then, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Su Qingge strode in, holding a newly printed report, her face ashen.

The deceased's identity has been confirmed!

Su Qingge slammed the report heavily on the table. "The deceased was named Wang Qiang, 42 years old, an unemployed man with multiple prior convictions for domestic violence. His wife couldn't endure his beatings any longer six months ago and ran away back to her hometown with the children."

"We investigated his social connections, and they were very simple. He usually just drank, gambled, and caused trouble. He had never offended any important figures with connections, let alone come into contact with a killer with top-notch surgical skills."

Several elderly detectives with gray hair nearby frowned upon hearing this.

One of the veteran detectives sighed and analyzed, "Captain Su, if the deceased was a low-income, unemployed person, then the killer was likely committing random murders. These kinds of serial killers are often psychologically twisted; they don't need a clear grudge to kill, they just want to satisfy their perverse desires. This is troublesome; random murders are the hardest to investigate."

"It's not random."

A cold voice suddenly interrupted the veteran detective's analysis.

Lin Chen stopped massaging Jiang Tingxue and walked straight to the whiteboard at the front of the office.

His tall figure stood in front of the whiteboard, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression, like a top professor giving a lesson to elementary school students.

"You only saw that Wang Qiang was a scumbag who abused his country, but you ignored his physical condition."

Lin Chen tapped the whiteboard with a marker, making a "tap tap" sound.

He immediately activated the [God-level Psychological Profiling] skill, and his brain worked like a supercomputer.

"Although Wang Qiang is unemployed, he has been doing heavy manual labor on construction sites for many years and is a pure manual laborer."

Lin Chen's gaze swept across everyone present, sharp as a needle. "As you all saw it here, the skeleton's bone density is extremely high, and the muscle attachment points are much thicker than those of an ordinary person. Such a skeleton is perfectly suited to withstand the tension of steel wires, making it ideal for creating sculptures like 'The Thinker,' which showcase power and muscular tension!"

All the police officers were stunned. After following Lin Chen's train of thought, they suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.

Lin Chen casually tossed the marker onto the table, sneered, and continued his in-depth psychological profiling analysis.

"The killer had an extremely strong 'cleanliness obsession' and 'artistic pursuit.' He described himself as a combination of 'cleaner' and 'artist.' He never killed out of revenge or for money."

"He was doing this to 'gather material'!"

"Wang Qiang is merely a 'material' he carefully selected to complete this new work!"

After these words were spoken, the entire office fell silent.

The veteran detectives gasped in shock. This twisted mentality of treating living people as sculpting material was simply beyond the limits of ordinary people's comprehension!

Lin Chen's gaze became extremely deep as he turned to look at Jiang Tingxue, who was sitting in a chair.

"Moreover, his re-offending after fifteen years was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment decision."

Lin Chen spoke each word with a force like a hammer blow to everyone's hearts: "He's declaring war on those who knew about that case from back then! He's flaunting his perfect crime!"

"Listening to the Snow".

Lin Chen walked up to Jiang Tingxue, placed his hands on the table, and stared intently into her eyes. "Think carefully back to fifteen years ago, the day before your father died in the line of duty. Did he leave you any special clues?"

Jiang Tingxue was stared at by Lin Chen's penetrating gaze.

Memories from fifteen years ago flashed wildly through my mind like a revolving lantern.

suddenly!

Her pupils contracted sharply, and her body froze as if she had been electrocuted.