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

The concentration of hallucinogenic gas in the forensic room had reached a critical point.

Lin Chen held his breath, and the system panel flashed in his mind instantly.

[Ding! God-level anti-toxin constitution activated!]

A cool current instantly traveled through Lin Chen's limbs and bones, and the neurotoxins that tried to seep into his body through his pores were completely decomposed and devoured the moment they came into contact with his blood.

Lin Chen suddenly exerted force with both arms and picked up Jiang Tingxue, who was slumped on the ground, in his arms.

Without pausing, Lin Chen tensed his leg muscles and darted out of the airtight steel door frame that had been kicked away, rushing directly into the well-ventilated corridor.

The motion-sensor lights in the corridor turned on.

Jiang Tingxue curled up in Lin Chen's broad arms, her body trembling like a leaf.

The hallucinogen's effects were still raging in her brain. Her eyes were unfocused, and her hands were gripping Lin Chen's clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"Don't come any closer...don't come any closer!" Jiang Tingxue screamed incoherently.

Lin Chen's eyes were terrifyingly cold.

Chu Yunzhou, that madman, actually used such despicable means to deal with a forensic doctor.

Lin Chen knelt on one knee and gently placed Jiang Tingxue on the bench in the corridor.

[Ding! Mastery of Divine Traditional Chinese Medicine has been unlocked!]

Lin Chen flipped his right hand, and several thin silver needles instantly appeared between his fingers.

His movements were as fast as lightning. With his left hand, he firmly held Jiang Tingxue's violently shaking head, while with his right hand, he held the silver needles and precisely pierced several acupoints on her head, such as Shenting, Baihui, and Fengchi, which are known for their calming and refreshing effects.

Lin Chen's technique was skillful; the depth and angle of the silver needles were precisely measured.

As he gently twirled the needle tip with his fingers, a gentle, subtle force flowed through the silver needle into Jiang Tingxue's meridians, forcibly dispelling the hallucinogenic toxins entrenched in her central nervous system.

In less than a minute, Jiang Tingxue's rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

Her unfocused pupils refocused, and the terrifying hallucinations before her eyes receded like the tide.

When she finally saw the familiar, angular face before her, the fear that had been suppressed in her heart burst forth instantly.

"Wow--!"

Jiang Tingxue suddenly threw herself into Lin Chen's arms and burst into tears: "Husband! The corpse...that corpse is alive! She smiled at me, it was such a terrifying smile!"

"It's alright, it's alright." Lin Chen stretched out his broad palm and gently patted her back, his voice deep and strong, "That was just a hallucination caused by the hallucinogen. The body didn't move, you're safe."

Feeling the warmth and strong heartbeat emanating from Lin Chen's chest, Jiang Tingxue's emotions finally began to stabilize.

Just then, a series of chaotic footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Su Qingge led more than a dozen fully armed criminal police officers and chemical defense personnel up to the second floor.

Upon seeing the steel door that had been kicked open and the two people embracing in the corridor, Su Qingge's expression changed drastically, and she ran over quickly.

"What's wrong with Tingxue? What happened inside?" Su Qingge asked anxiously, while signaling her subordinates to be on alert.

Lin Chen stood up and handed Jiang Tingxue to Su Qingge for support.

"Someone has put a high concentration of hallucinogenic neurotoxin inside, along with a sonic hypnosis device." Lin Chen's voice was icy cold. "Qingge, have the corridor sealed off. No one is allowed to come within ten meters of the forensic room unless they are wearing heavy protective suits."

Su Qingge immediately turned around and gave the order.

Lin Chen took a gas mask from a chemical defense worker next to him and put it directly on his face.

"Honey, are you going in again?" Jiang Tingxue nervously tugged at his sleeve.

"There's something left for me inside, I need to go get it." Lin Chen patted the back of her hand, turned around and strode back into the forensic room filled with poison gas.

The forensic room was a complete mess.

The unidentified female corpse on the autopsy table remained lying there quietly, without having moved an inch.

But to the right of the woman's corpse, the vintage metal music box was still spinning tirelessly, emitting a discontinuous, eerie melody that sent chills down one's spine.

Lin Chen activated [God-level Insight] and [God-level Sense of Smell].

His gaze instantly locked onto the music box.

This thing is the core of the entire killing scheme.

Lin Chen walked over and picked up the music box.

He pulled a sharp multi-tool folding knife from his tactical pocket.

The blade precisely cut into the seam of the music box base and pried it open with force.

With a crisp "click," the metal base of the music box was forcibly ripped off.

The intricate wiring and gears inside were exposed to Lin Chen's eyes.

In addition to the conventional sound-generating device, a tiny integrated circuit board, about the size of a fingernail, was clearly fixed to a panel at the deepest part of the structure with black glue.

On the circuit board, a red indicator light is flashing at a faint frequency.

"The miniature positioning transmitter also integrates biometric data transmission functionality," Lin Chen sneered.

Chu Yunzhou wanted to use this method to scare Jiang Tingxue into a frenzy, and incidentally use the transmitted pulse data to assess the police's reaction time, thereby satisfying his perverted desire for control.

Lin Chen did not attempt to destroy the transmitter.

He pulled a military-grade microcomputer, no bigger than the palm of his hand, out of his pocket.

[Ding! God-level hacking skills activated!]

Lin Chen pulled an extremely thin data cable from the computer port, roughly stripped off the insulation layer, and wrapped the copper wire directly around the signal pin of the transmitter.

Fingers blurred across the miniature keyboard.

A torrent of green code instantly flooded the screen.

Lin Chen didn't need to crack the other party's firewall at all; he directly hijacked the transmitter's upload frequency band using his "god-level hacking skills."

"Want to see the data? Okay, I'll give you plenty."

Lin Chen pressed the Enter key.

He wrote a realistic simulated data packet.

The data packet contained signs of impending death, including Jiang Tingxue's heart rate soaring to 180 beats per minute and extremely abnormal blood pressure. It even included a faint, desperate gasp.

This fake data is being continuously sent through Chu Yunzhou's signal channel.

At the same time, Lin Chen's tracking program, like a ghost, frantically counterattacked back to the source along this data channel.

Scaffold 1, Scaffold 2, Scaffold 3...

Chu Yunzhou's seven layers of dynamic IP spoofing were as fragile as paper in front of Lin Chen's program, and were torn apart layer by layer.

"drop--"

The microcomputer emitted a crisp beep.

The map on the screen zoomed in rapidly, eventually locking onto a remote location on the northern outskirts of Beijing.

Lin Chen glanced at the coordinate information.

The abandoned Red Star Opera House in the northern suburbs of Beijing.

Lin Chen unplugged the data cable, casually crushed the music box into a lump of scrap metal, and threw it into the trash can.

He turned and walked out of the forensic room, removing his gas mask.

"Qingge, take good care of Tingxue." Lin Chen's eyes revealed an undisguised murderous intent. "I'm going to take care of some trash."