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

"I remember now!"

Jiang Tingxue suddenly stood up, and because the movement was so fast, the chair behind her made a screeching sound.

Her hands were on the desk, her chest heaving, and her eyes filled with barely concealed excitement and nervousness.

"A diary! My dad used to carry a personal diary with him everywhere!"

Lin Chen looked at her and asked in a deep voice, "Where is the diary now?"

Jiang Tingxue took a deep breath and tried her best to keep her voice steady.

"After my father's accident, most of his belongings were sealed by the police. But he personally handed over his diary to his best friend for safekeeping the day before the accident."

"Who?"

"Wen Zhonghai," Jiang Tingxue said, her tone filled with deep respect. "He is the current honorary president of Beijing Medical University and a leading figure in anatomy in the country. Over the years, if it weren't for Uncle Wen's continuous financial support for my education and his treatment of me as his own son, I would never have gotten to where I am today."

Upon hearing the words "giant of anatomy," Lin Chen's eyes flickered slightly.

What a coincidence!

The serial killer possessed top-notch surgical skills, and the person holding the crucial evidence happened to be an authority in the field of anatomy.

Lin Chen never believed that there were so many coincidences in this world.

But instead of immediately shattering Jiang Tingxue's positive impression of this elder, he turned around and picked up the black trench coat draped over the back of the chair.

"Let's go, let's visit President Wen at the medical university now."

Half an hour later, a black bulletproof SUV drove into the campus of Beijing Medical University.

Inside the car, Lin Chen gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his gaze calmly fixed on the road ahead.

Deep within his mind, the [Evil Radar] was in standby mode.

Although the system has not given any prompts yet, Lin Chen knows very well that in those cases of perverted serial killers, the more perfect and respected a person appears on the surface, the deeper the evil they often hide behind the scenes.

The car stopped in front of the administration building.

Lin Chen accompanied Jiang Tingxue all the way to the principal's office on the top floor.

Knocking on the door, a spacious and bright office came into view.

Sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows onto the carpet, and against the wall stood several large glass display cases, displaying various sophisticated medical skeletal specimens.

Behind the desk sat an elderly man with a full head of white hair.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses and a well-tailored Zhongshan suit. His face was kind, and he exuded the refined air of a scholar.

"Tingxue? What brings you here?"

Upon seeing Jiang Tingxue, Wen Zhonghai immediately put down his pen, a concerned smile on his face, and quickly came to greet her.

He carefully examined Jiang Tingxue's complexion and sighed with heartache: "Look at you, you look so pale. Have you been working late at the bureau again lately? I've told you so many times that girls need to take care of their health. Your father was a workaholic back in the day, you can't be like him."

These words were spoken with heartfelt sincerity, perfectly embodying the care and concern of a kind elder for a younger generation.

Jiang Tingxue's eyes were slightly red, and her voice was a little choked up: "Uncle Wen, I'm fine. I came to see you today because of the diary my father left behind."

Wen Zhonghai paused for half a second, his smile undiminished, and turned to look at Lin Chen standing behind Jiang Tingxue.

"Who is this?"

"Hello Principal Wen, I am Lin Chen, a special advisor to the Beijing General Bureau." Lin Chen extended his hand proactively.

Wen Zhonghai grasped Lin Chen's hand and nodded with a smile: "So it's Consultant Lin, you're truly young and promising. I'm relieved that Tingxue has a colleague like you to take care of her."

As Lin Chen shook hands, he subtly observed Wen Zhonghai's hand. His fingers were long and slender, with large knuckles, and calluses from years of handling scalpels were visible on the base of his thumb.

"Uncle Wen, that case... the murderer has reappeared." Jiang Tingxue bit her lip and briefly recounted the events at the quarry in the southern suburbs.

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhonghai's smile gradually faded, leaving only intense anger.

He slapped his thigh hard: "That heartless beast! Fifteen years have passed, and he still dares to commit evil!"

After saying that, he turned around, walked behind his desk, squatted down, and opened the heavy safe.

A few seconds later, he took out a yellowed black leather notebook and handed it to Jiang Tingxue.

"Tingxue, I've been keeping this notebook for your father."

Wen Zhonghai sighed and shook his head. "Back then, I also hoped to find some clues in it to avenge your father. But I read it many times, and all I found were your father's medical speculations and dry autopsy records from back then. There were no direct clues about the murderer. Perhaps... he just intuitively sensed danger back then, which is why he handed the notebook to me."

With trembling hands, Jiang Tingxue took the diary that contained her father's last memories, and tears finally streamed down her face.

Lin Chen stood to the side, his gaze fixed on Wen Zhonghai's face.

The moment Wen Zhonghai handed over the diary, Lin Chen instantly activated his [God-level Micro-expression Analysis] and [God-level Sense of Smell].

The world seemed to slow down countless times in Lin Chen's eyes.

He clearly noticed that when Wen Zhonghai said the word "murderer," his left lower eyelid twitched slightly.

The whole process took less than 0.1 seconds.

Ordinary people would never be able to detect it.

However, in the judgment of god-level micro-expression analysis, this represents extreme excitement and a physiological reaction that is forcibly suppressed!

At the same time, a complex smell filled Lin Chen's nostrils.

The office had a faint scent of sandalwood, the musty smell of paper, and the fragrance of Wen Zhonghai's high-end men's cologne.

But beneath these scents, Lin Chen's god-like sense of smell precisely detected an extremely faint chemical odor.

That smells like high-concentration formaldehyde mixed with fresh bone meal!

This scent, even after countless showers, will seep into the pores of those who are in long-term contact with it.

Lin Chen sneered inwardly.

That's quite a convincing act.

If it weren't for the system skills he possessed, even he might have been fooled by this old fox's superb acting skills.

Faced with a psychopath who treats murder as an art form and has been hiding for fifteen years, Lin Chen knew he absolutely could not alert him.

Without conclusive evidence, it is impossible to convict an honorary principal based solely on micro-expressions and smell.

Lin Chen concealed the sharpness in his eyes and put on a grateful expression.

"Thank you, Principal Wen, for keeping this diary safe for Tingxue for so many years. Regardless of whether there are any clues in this diary, it is a keepsake for Tingxue."

Wen Zhonghai waved his hand and said gently, "This is what I should do. You should take it back and study it. If you need any help, just let me know."

"must."

Lin Chen helped the emotionally agitated Jiang Tingxue and turned to leave the office.

I walked out of the administration building and got into the car.

Lin Chen glanced at the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor through the rearview mirror.

He knew that the old fox must be standing by the window right now, watching them with the kind of eyes that look at prey.