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

Su Ke'er snapped out of her daze upon hearing Lin Chen's voice.

She suddenly crawled out from under the mahogany desk.

Seeing that familiar figure standing at the door, Su Ke'er could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face as she threw herself into Lin Chen's arms.

"husband!"

Su Ke'er clung tightly to Lin Chen's waist, her whole body trembling violently. She buried her head in Lin Chen's firm chest and cried her heart out.

When the power went out, she really thought she was going to die there.

Lin Chen felt the fear in the girl's arms, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

[Ding! God-level massage activated!]

[Ding! God-level vocal mastery has been unlocked!]

Lin Chen stretched out his large palm and slowly slid it down Su Ke'er's back.

His fingers landed precisely on several acupoints on Su Ke'er's back to calm her nerves.

At the same time, Lin Chen lowered his head and whispered in Su Ke'er's ear.

"It's alright, Ke'er. Your husband is here. Even if the sky falls, your husband will hold it up."

Lin Chen's voice wasn't loud.

However, with the blessing of "god-level vocal proficiency", his voice has a special low-frequency resonance.

This frequency can directly penetrate the eardrum and act on the cerebral cortex, producing an ultimate soothing effect similar to hypnosis.

In less than half a minute.

Su Ke'er's violently trembling body miraculously calmed down, and her crying gradually turned into soft sobs, as her tense nerves completely relaxed.

"Husband, those people..." Su Ke'er raised her head, her eyes red and swollen.

"It's all taken care of, don't be afraid." Lin Chen gently patted her back.

At this time.

A heavy thud of a cane hitting the ground came from the end of the corridor.

Professor Zhao Boyuan, pale-faced, walked out with the help of a nanny.

This highly respected figure in the music industry was completely devoid of his usual composure at this moment.

Just now, he personally witnessed Lin Chen drive his car into the gate from the second-floor railing, and then, like a god of death, kill three fully armed assassins with his bare hands in three seconds.

The scene was even more stunning than the most outrageous action movies!

Especially the assassin whose sternum was shattered by a kick and sent flying; he's still stuck to the wall on the first floor like a lump of mud.

Zhao Boyuan had lived most of his life and had never seen anything like this before.

He looked at Lin Chen, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Mr. Lin, thank you so much for saving us today."

Zhao Boyuan sighed, his voice still trembling slightly: "If you hadn't arrived in time, Ke'er and I would probably already be..."

Lin Chen helped Su Ke'er to sit down on the sofa in the corridor.

Then he turned to look at Professor Zhao.

"Professor Zhao, you're too kind. Ke'er is my woman, and it's my responsibility to protect her."

Lin Chen's gaze sharpened: "However, these people clearly came prepared. What are they after, going to such lengths to infiltrate your villa?"

Professor Zhao gave a wry smile.

"Mr. Lin has keen eyes. I know what they're looking for."

Professor Zhao gestured for the nanny to stay outside, then turned and went into his study.

Lin Chen comforted Su Ke'er and then went inside.

The study was a mess, but Professor Zhao ignored the clutter on the floor.

He walked straight to the deepest part of the bookshelf and rummaged around in a very inconspicuous corner.

A "click" sound.

A hidden compartment popped open behind the bookshelf.

Professor Zhao carefully took out a simple and elegant guqin from inside.

The strings of this instrument are broken, and the surface of the instrument is covered with traces of time, even some scorched lines.

"This is the 'Jiaowei Qin' from the Tang Dynasty."

Professor Zhao placed the guqin on the desk, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "I acquired this guqin from a down-on-his-luck antique dealer. I always thought it was just a precious musical instrument."

"Until a few days ago, when I was doing maintenance on the instrument, I accidentally discovered that the bottom plate of the instrument had been re-glued."

Professor Zhao took a deep breath: "The bottom plate is hollow inside, and it contains an ancient tomb map drawn on sheepskin."

"That smuggling ring came specifically for this map!"

Lin Chen stared at the Jiao Wei Qin on the table.

[Ding! God-level Treasure Appraisal has been activated!]

[Ding! God-level sense of smell activated!]

The system skill was activated instantly.

Lin Chen's gaze, like an X-ray, pierced directly through the lacquer layer on the surface of the guqin.

The details of this instrument immediately came to mind.

A genuine Tang Dynasty Jiao Wei Qin (a type of zither).

There was indeed a parchment scroll hidden inside the base.

But what Lin Chen cared about even more was the faint scent that his god-like sense of smell had detected.

The scent was so well masked by the woody fragrance of the guqin that ordinary people couldn't detect it at all.

It has a fishy, ​​sweet taste and a cold, damp feel.

It smells exactly the same as the bronze animal head inside the fake bronze tripod in Panjiayuan Antique Street!

Poison from a flying machine!

Lin Chen's eyes instantly turned cold.

These smugglers really took this ancient poison to its extreme.

They not only used this thing to kill and silence witnesses, but also used it as a special "anti-counterfeiting mark" and anti-theft measure, applying it to the crevices of all the core cultural relics.

"Professor Zhao, have you been feeling dizzy, nauseous, or weak in your limbs these past few days?" Lin Chen suddenly asked.

Professor Zhao paused for a moment, then thought carefully: "It does seem a little bit like that. I thought it was because I was too tired from organizing sheet music lately. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, you just inhaled a little harmful gas."

Lin Chen took out a calming pill he had prepared earlier from his pocket and handed it to Professor Zhao: "Take this, and you'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

Professor Zhao had no doubts and swallowed it directly.

Lin Chen reached out and placed his hand on the guqin.

"Professor Zhao, I'm taking this instrument with me. Leaving it with you will only bring you disaster."

Lin Chen's tone was calm, but it exuded an undeniable domineering aura.

"Since they want this picture, let them come to me."

Professor Zhao nodded repeatedly; the zither was now a hot potato for him.

"Mr. Lin, you must be very careful, these people are extremely vicious..."

Lin Chen did not reply, and picked up the guqin with one hand.

He went to the outer room and picked Su Ke'er up in his arms.

"Let's go home."

Downstairs, Li Mingyu had already arrived with a large number of police officers and was dealing with the horrific scene on the first floor.

Seeing Lin Chen carrying Su Ke'er downstairs, Li Mingyu quickly came to greet them.

"Brother Lin, is your wife alright?"

"I was a bit shaken." Lin Chen glanced at Li Mingyu. "You're in charge of cleaning up here. Keep an eye on those survivors; don't give them another chance to commit suicide."

"Understood! Don't worry, Brother Lin!" Li Mingyu patted his chest and assured him.

Lin Chen carried Su Ke'er and the guqin, and strode out of the villa.