Chapter 317: Beautiful Female Forensic Doctor!

Mu Lingxue still maintained the stiff posture after being loosened.

The red marks on her arm, left by the boss's grip, were clearly visible, but she paid no attention.

She simply walked step by step to Lin Yuan, her beautiful eyes filled with incredulous shock.

Her lips moved several times before she finally made a sound.

"Lin Yuan, how could your skills be so amazing? Where did you learn all of this??"

When she asked that, her voice still trembled slightly.

The scene of Lin Yuan just now kicking the robber's knee to break it and crushing his shoulder blade kept flashing repeatedly in her mind.

This was completely different from the clerical worker she knew, who only knew how to organize files.

Lin Yuan looked at her astonished expression and softly sighed.

He raised his hand to help straighten Mu Lingxue's collar, which had been messed up just now.

The motion was very gentle, completely unlike his fierce demeanor when facing the enemy just now.

"My grandfather taught me that since I was young."

His voice was very calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

"Our family has been practicing traditional Chinese medicine for generations."

"Grandfather said, traditional Chinese medicine requires understanding the body's acupoints and regulating qi and blood. Martial arts also cannot be separated from mastering the body. Therefore, from childhood he taught me the family's traditional Chinese medicine silver needle techniques and hidden weapon methods, including various joint techniques."

"So in our family's inheritance, traditional Chinese medicine and martial arts are integrated. To us, this has always been a single skill."

Mu Lingxue's beautiful eyes widened in shock upon hearing, "Medicine and martial arts as one?"

She had never heard such a statement before.

"You know martial arts and traditional Chinese medicine; why didn't you say so during our previous blind date?" Mu Lingxue asked in surprise.

But as soon as she said that, she realized she had spoken out of turn.

Because she uttered the words "blind date," the surrounding police officers all heard it.

A group of police officers turned their heads, looking at Mu Lingxue and Lin Yuan with complex, astonished gazes...

These police officers were all sharp; nobody was stupid, and they immediately guessed...

The police officers were shocked inside, thinking, "Damn, this icy, beautiful female squad leader is actually in a blind-date relationship with that Lin Yuan, a martial arts master??"

No wonder this kid rushed to save Mu Lingxue without regard for anything!

At this moment, Criminal Police Brigade Captain Huo Gang also gazed at Lin Yuan with a sense of responsibility.

Huo Gang's pupils were filled with shock he could not conceal.

Every move Lin Yuan made just now replayed repeatedly in his mind.

The precise angle when he kicked the robber's knee to break it had not the slightest deviation.

The crisp force with which he crushed the shoulder blade was just right, leaving the opponent unable to resist.

Moreover, that silver needle, which always struck an acupoint a beat ahead, was so fast that its trajectory could not be seen.

Such ultimate control over the body's vital points, such a move that subdues the enemy instantly—these ruthless methods.

It was too terrifying.

Huo Gang suddenly recalled many years ago.

Back then he was still a rookie who had just joined the police force.

He once had the fortune, during a secret mission, to witness an elderly Wing Chun master strike.

That old master could, with just two fingers, easily dislocate a burly man's joints.

At the time he thought that was already the pinnacle achievable in martial arts.

But today, seeing Lin Yuan's skills,

he realized that someone could actually bring such techniques to a state of perfected mastery.

Lin Yuan is only in his twenties.

Yet he possesses such terrifying mastery of martial arts.

Huo Gang's heart surged with tumultuous waves of shock.

Huo Gang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the tumultuous waves in his heart.

He clenched his fists tightly and, with a low voice, shouted at the standby police officers behind him.

"Move! Control the robbers!"

As soon as his words fell, the police officers shot forward like arrows released from a bow.

Someone quickly walked to the side of the robber who had fallen to the ground, wailing.

Looking at these three robbers with broken hands and feet, curled up in pain, nobody felt any sympathy.

Two police officers squatted down and, with a "click," fastened the cold handcuffs onto the robber's wrists.

Another police officer carefully examined the robbers' injuries, confirmed they had no ability to resist, and then nodded to Huo Gang as a signal.

Just then, a heart-rending wail suddenly came from the crowd.

"Save him! Who will come save my husband?!"

Huo Gang and Mu Lingxue simultaneously turned toward the sound.

All they saw was a middle-aged woman hugging a man's body and wailing loudly beside a window table at the barbecue stall.

The man covered his neck, bright red blood continually seeping out between his fingers.

It flowed down his arm, pooling on the ground into a small, shocking puddle.

"When the robber shoved him just now, he slashed his neck with a knife!" the woman sobbed, unable to catch her breath.

This middle-aged couple were merely ordinary diners; they happened to be eating late-night snacks at the barbecue stall when they ran into the robber.

Huo Gang immediately hurried over, squatted down, and assessed the situation.

He gently lifted the man's hand and saw on the man's neck...... a wound not too deep but very long, still oozing blood.

"Quickly contact 120 and ask where they are!" Huo Gang shouted urgently at the young police officer beside him.

The young police officer immediately pulled out his walkie-talkie, and after asking, his face turned pale as he turned back.

"Captain, 120 says there's a traffic jam on the road; it will take at least another fifteen minutes to arrive!"

Huo Gang's brows instantly knotted into a frown.

Hangcheng is a metropolis of tens of millions and also a city that never sleeps. So nighttime traffic is heavy too; if an ambulance gets stuck in traffic, this wounded person is in danger!

"Fifteen minutes is too long—his wound is near the carotid artery; if he keeps bleeding like this, he won't last until the ambulance arrives!"

Mu Lingxue also crouched beside him, watching the man continuously lose blood, anxious to the point of sweating on her palms.

She had just reached out to press on the wound to stop the bleeding when a hand gently blocked her.

It was Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan had already walked to the casualty's side, his eyes calm to an extraordinary degree.

He pulled out a small cloth pouch from his pocket, opened it, and inside were dozens of shining silver needles.

"Step back, I'll give it a try." Lin Yuan's voice was steady, without a trace of panic.

Huo Gang and Mu Lingxue instinctively stepped back half a step.

Lin Yuan pinched a silver needle between his fingertips, his gaze landing on the acupoint on the man's neck.

The next second, the silver needle "whoosh" pierced into an acupoint.

Immediately after, the second and third silver needles followed in succession, precisely puncturing several key acupoints around the wound.

In less than half a minute, the blood that had been steadily gushing out noticeably slowed its flow.

After another minute, the blood actually stopped completely!

Lin Yuan also took out a small bottle of brown ointment from the pouch and carefully applied it to the wound.

Then he tore open his own suit, using cloth strips to bandage the patient's wound.

The surrounding police officers all stared dumbfounded.

Just moments ago they were worried the casualty wouldn't hold out, and now Lin Yuan solved the problem with just a few silver needles?

Huo Gang widened his eyes, watching Lin Yuan's motion of withdrawing the needles, his shock greater than before.

This is no longer just formidable ancient martial arts—it's the marvel of traditional Chinese medicine!

Mu Lingxue stood beside him, her beautiful eyes full of complex emotions; she felt she was increasingly unable to see through Lin Yuan.

Just then, the sound of an ambulance siren came from afar.

Soon, several doctors in white coats pushed an emergency stretcher in.

The lead female doctor, seeing the casualty on the ground, immediately took out a stethoscope and a tourniquet, preparing to administer first aid.

But when she lifted the gauze and saw that the wound had already stopped bleeding, and even been neatly treated, she was completely stunned.

She reached out to feel the casualty's carotid artery, then examined the wound, her face full of disbelief.

"Whose... whose hand stopped the bleeding? Who treated the wound?"

The female doctor suddenly lifted her head, looking around at the people, her voice tinged with urgency.

A young police officer pointed at Lin Yuan, who stood off to the side.

The female doctor followed the direction of his gaze and saw Lin Yuan still holding the cloth pouch containing the silver needles.

"Silver needles?" the female doctor exclaimed, her eyes widening even further.

She had been working in emergency medicine for over a decade and had never seen silver needles stop neck bleeding so quickly.

This strange yet powerful TCM technique was utterly unheard of to her!

The female doctor quickly stepped up to Lin Yuan, her tone somewhat urgent: "Little brother, where did you learn this technique? Could you explain the principle to me?"

Lin Yuan looked at the doctor's eager eyes, didn't speak right away, but instead squatted down and gently pointed to the spots on the casualty's neck where the silver needles had been inserted.

"These acupoints are respectively the Qische point, the Tian Ding point, and the Fu Tu point."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for everyone present to hear clearly, and his tone remained consistently calm.

"In TCM, the neck is the 'crucial junction of qi and blood circulation,' and these acupoints precisely correspond to the key nodes of the arterial branches in the neck."

"When the silver needle is inserted, stimulating the deep meridians of the acupoint with a specific technique amounts to sending the body an 'emergency regulation' signal—causing the smooth muscle of local blood vessels to contract, slowing the blood flow."

He paused, looked at the female doctor, and deliberately used expressions that Western medicine could understand.

"You can understand it as: not relying on external pressure to stop bleeding, but by activating the body's own 'clotting regulation mechanism,' letting the blood vessels themselves 'hold back' the flow."

"Moreover, these acupoints connect to the spleen and lung meridians; the spleen governs blood, the lungs govern qi, and qi can constrict blood—stimulating them enhances the body's ability to retain blood, reducing bleeding at the source."

Speaking, he picked up the remaining small piece of ointment and handed it to the doctor.

"As for this ointment, it is made by decocting the herbs notoginseng, dragon's blood, and bletilla; it quickly forms a protective film on the wound surface while promoting platelet aggregation, complementing the silver needle's acupoint stimulation."

"In short, TCM hemostasis is not about 'blocking' but 'regulating'—mobilizing the body's own repair abilities, which is more suitable than simple external compression for wounds near vital blood vessels."

After listening, the female doctor still held that bit of ointment in her hand; her brows gradually relaxed, and the shock in her eyes slowly turned into admiration.

Mu Lingxue and the group of police officers were also filled with shock and admiration.

Lin Yuan tonight gave them far too many shocks.

The lead female doctor wanted to add Lin Yuan's contact information, hoping to have an in-depth exchange with him about TCM, but Lin Yuan refused.

Lin Yuan did not want any contact with Western medicine.

At this moment the patient's condition was critical; the female doctor, helpless, could only first take the patient and the injured hostages aboard the vehicle and rush them to the hospital…

Meanwhile, the crime scene was handed over to the police officers.

When the police car stopped at the main entrance of Yin Bai Department Store, the blue police line had already been drawn around twice.

Mu Lingxue opened the car door, took the lead toward the mall entrance, with Lin Yuan and Huo Gang following behind.

Just as they stepped into the mall, a strong smell of blood assailed their nostrils.

Several chandeliers in the lobby were shattered, glass shards scattered across the floor tiles, reflecting a cold light.

The three robbed jewelry stores were connected; the tempered glass of the counters had been pried out of shape, the interiors were empty, with only a few scattered jewelry trays left.

A young criminal detective squatted in front of the counter, shone a flashlight on the pry marks, and reported in a low voice:

"Captain, the pry marks look professional, as if made with a specially made tool."

Mu Lingxue nodded, her gaze sweeping over the surroundings, finally settling on the corner of the hallway.

Two criminal detectives were already gathered there; upon seeing Mu Lingxue approach, they immediately made way.

Three security guards lay on the ground, their uniforms stained with blood, each with a neat stab wound to the chest, clearly killed by a single blow.

Three security guards are dead.

This is a serious criminal case!

Robbery plus vicious homicide!

Mu Lingxue's face darkened, and she walked toward the mall's duty room.

The duty room's door was ajar; the moment it was pushed open, a stronger smell of blood rushed in.

All the policemen's faces sank; could there be a fourth victim?

The fourth security guard slumped over the table, with a knife wound on his wrist, the floor beneath him soaked dark red with blood.

The criminal detectives' faces were grave.

This fourth security guard was also dead, his wrists slit… died from excessive blood loss!

Those thugs are utterly vicious!

Fortunately, the three thugs have been caught.

Criminal Police Captain Huo Gang had already taken the three robbers back to the Public Security Bureau for overnight interrogation.

At this moment, the scene was handed over to Squadron Leader Mu Lingxue.

Just then, a rhythmically steady footsteps came from outside.

Neither hurried nor slow, stepping on the disordered floor tiles yet exuding an odd sense of order, like ice chips striking stone, instantly quieting the noisy scene somewhat.

Everyone turned to look——

At the doorway, backlit, stood a woman in a white forensic uniform.

The long forensic uniform gave her a few sharp lines; a loosely tied black belt at her waist neatly cinched her slender figure.

The hem fell to her knees, revealing a section of fair, slender calf.

Her long hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail, the tail hanging at the nape, revealing a swan‑like smooth neck line.

A few wisps of hair near her ears fluttered in the breeze.

She wore no makeup, yet her skin was white as cold jade, almost translucent, with not even the faintest capillaries visible.

The corners of her brows lifted slightly, her eyes narrow and long, a phoenix‑eye shape.

The outer corners of her eyes gently hooked, a shape that should be alluring, but because her pupils are pitch black and she wears thin‑rimmed glasses that reflect a cold light, it instead gains an aloof sharpness.

Her nose bridge is high and straight, her tip refined, her lower lip slightly thicker than the upper, her lip color a pale pink verging on none.

This is a face of icy beauty down to the bone, breathtaking at first glance, impossible to look away from.

She held a silver forensic box in her hand, its corners gripped firmly; her fingertips were slender, her nails trimmed extremely short, showing a healthy pale pink, yet devoid of warmth.

She stood there like a painting in cool tones.

"Forensic Doctor Yin." Mu Lingxue took the initiative to greet her, her tone a bit softer than usual.

This is the city bureau's most famous beautiful forensic doctor, Yin Yirou; not only is her autopsy technique top‑notch, this face has earned her the private nickname "Ice Mountain Rose."

So beautiful it's dazzling, yet so cold that no one dares to approach.

Forensic Doctor Yin Yirou merely gave a slight nod, her jawline straight, said nothing, and walked straight into the duty room.

She placed the forensic box on the table without a sound, then took out a pair of disposable gloves from it.

Pinching the edge of a glove with her fingertips, she gently opened it, first slipping it onto her right hand, then her left.

Each finger joint was carefully aligned; her motions were slow yet precise, like performing a delicate instrument operation, her gaze unwavering.

After putting on the gloves, she crouched down and first examined the three security guards' bodies in the hallway.

Her fingers lightly touched the stab wound on a guard's chest, her pads pressing the skin around the wound's edge; the pressure was even, and as her gaze swept over the wound's depth, her pupils showed no flicker.

It was as if the body before her were not a corpse but a specimen awaiting analysis.

When she lifted the eyelids, her wrist rose slightly, exposing the skin beneath the cuff—blindingly white—and the motion was clean, without any hesitation.

Finally, she walked to the duty room and stood beside that security guard's corpse.

Yin Yirou bent her knees and squatted, first lowering her head to inspect the gauze on the guard's wrist; she pinched the edge of the gauze and lifted it slightly, her gaze fixed on the wound, her beautiful eyes unblinking.

Next she took out a stethoscope, placing its chest piece on the guard's left chest; the fine pink fuzz on the ear flaps was faintly visible in the light.

Yet her expression remained icy, her breathing steady and even, without the slightest fluctuation.

After a few seconds, she removed the stethoscope, stood up, and lifted her hand to pull off the gloves in one swift motion.

Yin Yirou's voice was clear and cold, devoid of warmth:

"All three security guards died from sharp‑weapon stabs to the heart, the wounds five to six centimeters deep, causing instant death."

Her gaze swept over the security guard's body on the table, and she continued:

"This duty‑room security guard's wrist cut is less than one centimeter deep, the radial artery uninjured; estimated blood loss is four hundred to five hundred milliliters. Combined with the hypoglycemic medicine in his pocket, we determine death resulted from low blood sugar compounded by excessive blood loss."

Having spoken, she lifted her hand to push up the glasses on her nose bridge; the lens glare hid the emotion in her eyes, leaving only the outline of her icy, stunning beauty:

"No trace of a second person at the scene; the killer likely fled via the back door after the crime, and the autopsy report will be submitted within two hours."

"Wait, something's off."

Lin Yuan suddenly spoke, stepping forward, his eyes locked tightly on the back of the duty guard's hand.

Yin Yirou's footsteps halted, and she slowly turned around.

The light fell on her face, tracing the stunningly cold and beautiful lines of her profile; her beautiful eyes slightly furrowed, the chill at the corners sweeping toward Lin Yuan like an icicle, instantly making the surrounding air feel a few degrees cooler.

"Do you have any objections?"

Her voice didn't rise, yet it carried an indisputable professional pressure that made even the nearby officers instinctively hold their breath—

Everyone knows Yin Yirou hates having her autopsy results questioned, especially at the scene.

Lin Yuan didn't answer directly; instead, he crouched and lightly brought his fingertips close to the security guard's wrist—

He wasn't wearing gloves, yet he kept a distance of about one centimeter, as if sensing something.

"His fingertip just moved a bit."

Lin Yuan's voice wasn't loud, yet it instantly silenced the duty room.

A faint arc curled at the corner of Yin Yirou's mouth—not a smile, more like a sneer; her pallid skin made her lips look even paler.

"I just checked with a stethoscope: heart rate zero, blood pressure monitor shows no fluctuation, pupils dilated to the edges, no light reflex—this is the gold standard for clinical death; you say he moved?"

She stepped forward, looking down at Lin Yuan from above; the corners of her phoenix eyes lifted slightly, devoid of any allure, only icy scrutiny.

"Did you missee, or do you think my five years of forensic experience are inferior to your instant 'intuition'?"

Lin Yuan lifted his head, meeting her gaze:

"Under his fingernail there's a trace of pale pink, not the grayish-white expected after death. And when I got close, I could faintly smell something—this corpse feels odd. I sense his… vital energy is not exhausted."

"Vital energy not exhausted?"

Yin Yirou repeated those four words, her tone's mockery becoming more evident.

She bent over, extended a finger, and lightly tapped the guard's fingernail—precise yet devoid of warmth.

"This is postmortem blood pooling causing localized reddening, a normal postmortem change, not your 'vital energy not exhausted'."

"As for the scent you mentioned?"

Yin Yirou stood upright, her gaze laced with cold sarcasm: "The blood odor concentration at the scene reaches 1.2 mg/m³, mixed with the mall's disinfectant smell—can your sense of smell discern a 'vital scent' in such an environment?"

She lifted her hand to glance at her wristwatch; the dial is simple black, oddly matching her demeanor.

"Mr. Lin, I have no time to discuss metaphysics. If you lack anatomical basis or pathology reports, please don't interfere with the scene investigation. Obstructing official duties carries legal liability."

Not a word of hers was wrong, her tone remained steadily cold and firm; yet this extreme composure made it impossible to refute.

Mu Lingxue, seeing this, quickly tugged lightly at Lin Yuan's arm and shook her head—

Yin Yirou's professional ability is widely recognized in the Municipal Bureau; Lin Yuan lacks substantive evidence, and continuing the argument would only embarrass him further.

Lin Yuan stopped speaking, but didn't rise; his gaze remained fixed on the guard's face.

His doubts grew heavier:

The fingertip tremor just now, the faint pink beneath the nail, and that barely perceptible whisper of breath… definitely not an illusion.

Strange—could my inference be wrong? Lin Yuan shook his head.

Seeing Lin Yuan fall silent, Yin Yirou ceased engaging, turned and said: "The body needs to be taken back to the center for autopsy to determine time of death and any other contributing factors; you handle this."

The officers nodded.

After speaking, Yin Yirou picked up the forensic kit on the table and walked away.

Her white forensic coat swayed slightly behind her, her ponytail bobbing with her steps; her back remained icy.

Several forensic staff stepped forward, lifting the four security guards' corpses onto the forensic vehicle; the bodies are to be taken to the forensic department for further dissection.

Female forensic examiner Yin Yirou also boarded the forensic vehicle.

The forensic convoy drove off…

At the mall's homicide scene, female detective Mu Lingxue led a group of officers in continuing to examine the scene and collect fingerprints.

Mu Lingxue put on gloves and crouched beside the jewelry store counter.

Her fingertips brushed the edge of the pry mark, feeling rough.

"Pass me the evidence brush."

She spoke to the officer beside her, her tone returning to its usual seriousness.

The young officer immediately handed over the brush and evidence bag.

Mu Lingxue took the brush, lightly swept the countertop; white powder fell into the clear bag, faintly revealing a fingerprint outline.

Other officers spread out—some checking bloodstains on the floor, some photographing the scene; the mall was filled only with the faint clink of equipment.

"Comrade, this is the crime scene; non-police personnel may not linger."

An officer tasked with maintaining order approached Lin Yuan, his tone fairly polite: "Please wait outside the cordon; we'll notify relevant parties promptly if there's any news."

Lin Yuan didn't move; his gaze swept over the bloodstains on the ground, then landed on the pillar beside the jewelry store.

"Something's off about this scene."

He suddenly spoke, his voice low, yet it made the surrounding officers pause their actions.

"The robbers aren't just three; there are four."

Mu Lingxue straightened up, her brows furrowing.

She walked up to Lin Yuan and lowered her voice:

"Lin Yuan, scene investigation is professional work; we've already confirmed there are only three distinct sets of footprints and fingerprints here—don't cause trouble."

Having just questioned Yin Yirou, Lin Yuan's earlier challenge hasn't faded; she fears he'll stir up more trouble.

"Go outside and wait for me; I'll find you after I finish processing the scene."

Her tone carried a hint of soothing, yet also an undeniable firmness.

Lin Yuan, however, shook his head and pulled a small porcelain bottle from his pocket.

The bottle is pale green, its surface etched with fine floral patterns, showing some age.

He unscrewed the cap, tipped out a pinch of pale yellow powder, and placed it in his palm.

"This is a mix of plant ash and angelica powder; it adsorbs residual sweat and sebum in the air, making it more sensitive than ordinary fingerprint powder."

Before Mu Lingxue could speak, he crouched down and lightly scattered the powder on the ground in front of the jewelry store.

Then he took out a fine-bristle brush from his pocket and gently swept over the powder.

A few seconds later, a light brown mark gradually appeared on the ground.

It was a half shoe print, the tread deep, the shoe size larger than those of the three robbers previously found, and the tread pattern completely different.

"Look at this shoe print."

Lin Yuan pointed at the mark, "Its position is to the side-rear of the other three robbers' shoe prints, angled outward, indicating that this person stood here, keeping watch."

He then walked to the pillar and sprinkled some powder.

On the pillar, a light brown scrape quickly appeared, about ten centimeters long, with a faint dark red trace along its edge—

like a bloodstain.

"There are also signs of a struggle here; the force and direction of the scrape could not have been made by the three robbers, clearly left by a fourth person."

The young detective beside him, holding the brush, stared dumbfounded, his evidence brush frozen in midair.

He had just swept the area with professional forensic powder and found nothing, yet Lin Yuan, with this bit of powder, actually made the traces appear!

This method is more effective than their professional tools, practically on par with a forensic expert!

Mu Lingxue leaned in to examine the shoe print and scrape, her pupils slightly contracting.

She had been working in criminal investigation for many years and was extremely sensitive to scene traces.

The angle and force of this half shoe print indeed match the posture of a lookout, and the scrape on the pillar also clearly shows an additional person's movement trail.

"Where did he go then?"

Her voice carried a hint of urgency, "The scene shows no trace of a fourth person leaving, nor any corpse; he couldn't have just vanished."

Lin Yuan suddenly stopped walking, a flash of realization crossing his eyes.

Just now he had been talking about the number of robbers, but forgot the most crucial point—

the number of security guards!

Earlier they found four security guard corpses at the scene, but he had just heard the detective say that the mall's duty room operates on two shifts, with only three guards on duty per shift!

Those on duty during the incident were exactly the three patrol guards!

So how could there be four security guard corpses?!

Among those four "security guard corpses," one must be fake!

Lin Yuan's gaze instantly locked onto the direction of the duty room, his heart sinking sharply.

It's that "security guard" in the duty room!

Earlier he had felt the cause of death was strange, the faint powder under the fingernails, the barely-there breath—

basically not death from excessive blood loss, but feigned death!

That "corpse" is the fourth robber!

"The security guard corpse in the duty room is the fourth robber! He put on a security uniform and disguised himself as a robber!" Lin Yuan said coldly!

At this moment, Mu Lingxue was also shocked.

Based on the scene traces, this really is possible!

Lin Yuan anxiously said, "Forensic Doctor Yin is in danger! We must call her right away!"

Mu Lingxue furrowed her beautiful brows, skeptical, "Danger? That duty room 'security guard' was already pronounced dead by Forensic Doctor Yin, right? Even if he's the killer in disguise, he already has no vital signs—how could he be dangerous?"

"Resurrection from the dead!" Lin Yuan said coldly!

Mu Lingxue paused, feeling it absurd: "Resurrection from the dead, what kind of joke are you pulling?!"

"Exactly! It's resurrection from the dead!"

Lin Yuan immediately interrupted her, solemnly, "Earlier I already felt something was off about him—there was faint powder under his fingernails and a weak qi-blood breath, which is not the state after death!"

"In the ancient martial arts of Yanxia, there is a 'feigned death technique' also known as the Turtle Breath Technique! This method trains lung capacity and bodily limits by imitating a turtle's breathing; it can make a person temporarily cease breathing for a long time, even stop the heartbeat, entering a feigned death state, making vital signs appear like a corpse's while the person is actually still alive!"

Lin Yuan pointed at the residual light brown trace on the ground, "He deliberately created the illusion of excessive blood loss so as to mix among the corpses and be carried away, evading police screening!"

Mu Lingxue's pretty face instantly changed.

She recalled how Lin Yuan had just used plant ash to reveal the fourth person's traces, and also the peculiar wrist-cut wound on that "security guard corpse"...

All doubts instantly connected.

"You mean... he's currently in the forensic vehicle and could wake up at any moment?"

"Not just possible; it's highly likely he's already about to wake up!"

Lin Yuan's tone grew more urgent:

"The effect of the Turtle Breath Technique won't last long; the forensic vehicle should still be en route, and if he wakes up, only Forensic Doctor Yin and two assistants are aboard—no one could subdue him!"