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

Having confirmed that this was an extremely rare high-tech homicide case, Su Qingge did not hesitate at all. She immediately summoned the Major Crimes Unit and took Lin Chen straight to the crime scene.

The deceased's gallery is located in the heart of Beijing's most bustling art district.

By this time, a long yellow police cordon had been set up outside the gallery. Several police cars were parked on the roadside, their red and blue lights still flashing in the daytime, and a crowd of onlookers had gathered around.

Lin Chen and Su Qingge crossed the cordon and entered the gallery.

The gallery is very large and decorated in a very modern art style. Oil paintings of various styles hang on the pure white walls, and thick carpets are laid on the floor.

The scene has been cordoned off and protected by police who arrived earlier.

Several experienced veteran detectives were pacing back and forth at the scene, their faces filled with solemnity and confusion.

Upon seeing Su Qingge enter, Li Mingyu immediately came forward, holding the on-site investigation report in his hand, scratching his hair, and looking helpless.

"Captain Su, Brother Lin, the scene is spotless." Li Mingyu pointed around. "All the doors and windows are locked from the inside, and there are no signs of forced entry. The dust filters on the ventilation ducts are also intact. The deceased was sitting on the sofa in the center of the hall."

"There were no footprints, no fingerprints, and even the distribution of dust was perfectly natural. It was practically a perfect secret room."

Several veteran detectives also gathered around, shaking their heads in disapproval.

"Captain Su, could it really be a sudden illness? There's no indication that anyone else has been here."

Lin Chen ignored the veteran detectives' deductions.

He strode to the center of the gallery.

[God-level sense of smell activated!]

[God-level architectural mastery unlocked!]

Lin Chen's gaze swept across every corner of the gallery, every load-bearing wall, and even the cracks in the ceiling, like a radar.

There was no smell of chemicals, and the building structure contained no hidden passages.

Just then, Lin Chen's gaze fell on the wall directly opposite the deceased.

There was a huge abstract oil painting hanging there.

This painting contains no specific figurative objects; it is entirely composed of large amounts of thick black and dark red paint. These paints form swirling patterns of varying sizes and layers on the canvas.

The whole scene gives people an extremely oppressive feeling, as if it is about to suck one's soul in.

Li Mingyu followed Lin Chen's gaze, stared at the painting for a few seconds, then suddenly covered his forehead and shook his head violently.

"This painting is really weird, it makes me feel nauseous and dizzy," Li Mingyu complained. "What kind of stuff is in the brains of these artists?"

Several police officers nearby shared the same sentiment and quickly looked away, not daring to linger.

Lin Chen stared intently at the painting, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

[God-level drawing/sketching, now unlocked!]

[God-level psychological profiling is now available!]

In Lin Chen's view, the painting was instantly deconstructed!

This is not a work of art at all! The color contrast, the direction of the lines, and the arrangement of the vortices in the picture perfectly conform to the most advanced principles of visual subconscious manipulation!

This painting is a sophisticated visual hypnosis trap! If a person's gaze lingers on it for more than ten seconds, their subconscious will be forcibly captured by the image, and the brain's defense mechanisms will instantly drop to their lowest level.

"Don't stare!"

Lin Chen suddenly shouted sharply, his voice carrying a hint of hidden strength, instantly waking up the young policemen who were still curiously examining the painting.

Su Qingge was startled by Lin Chen's reaction and immediately drew her sidearm, looking around warily: "Lin Chen, what's wrong?"

Lin Chen didn't explain. He strode over to the oil painting titled "Gaze from the Abyss".

He reached out, but instead of touching the canvas, he carefully felt along the edge of the extremely heavy solid wood frame.

[God-level Mechanical Mastery unlocked!]

Lin Chen's fingers were very sensitive. When he touched an inconspicuous carved pattern in the lower right corner of the picture frame, he felt a slight vibration.

Even with the air conditioning on in the gallery, this kind of vibration is definitely not normal.

Lin Chen took out a multi-functional folding knife from his pocket and precisely inserted the blade into the wooden gap on the back of the picture frame.

He suddenly exerted force with his wrist.

"Click!"

A crisp click sounded as the mechanism popped open.

To everyone's astonishment, a tiny hidden compartment, no more than two fingers wide, popped out from the back of the heavy solid wood frame!

Hidden in the secret compartment was a black, metallic-looking device, no bigger than a matchbox. A tiny red light on the device was flashing at a frequency almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Lin Chen carefully used the tip of his knife to pick out the instrument and held it in his hand.

The surface of the instrument was still slightly warm.

"Visual hypnosis, combined with directional infrasound resonance." Lin Chen looked at the object in his hand and sneered, "What a brilliant technique."

Su Qingge and Li Mingyu stepped forward, looking at the little thing with horror on their faces.

"Brother Lin, what is this thing?" Li Mingyu swallowed hard.

"A miniature high-frequency acoustic directional transmitter." Lin Chen's eyes were icy as he held the device up to everyone. "The murderer used the highly psychologically manipulative colors and lines of this painting to lock onto the victim's gaze, putting him into a deep hypnotic state. And then..."

Lin Chen pointed to the device in his hand: "This little thing emits infrasound waves of a specific frequency, which can directly penetrate the eardrum, interfere with the deceased's brain nerves, and infinitely amplify his dopamine secretion."

"The deceased was sitting on the sofa, looking at the painting, and died from a ruptured heart in a state of extreme pleasure and madness. The murderer didn't even need to enter the gallery; he could have simply brought the painting in beforehand and then activated it remotely."

The entire room fell silent.

All the police officers looked at the small black box in Lin Chen's hand and felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

This method of murder is simply unheard of and impossible to guard against!

Lin Chen turned to Su Qingge, his eyes sharp as knives: "Qingge, investigate immediately! Who sent this painting? Who is its original artist?!"