Chapter 1498: A Little Sugar with the Forensic Doctor 11

A few minutes after the off-road vehicle left, a man in a hoodie shuffled into the residential area, holding a red plastic bag, his steps heavy and disordered.

Wu Lin glanced at the black potted plant on the windowsill; just as he was about to go inside, he heard the elevator door open—it was the neighbor next door.

The neighbor, seeing him, was obviously a little startled, flicked his gaze a few times, and rushed into the room.

This building has one elevator serving two households; Wu Lin has returned after many years, and the neighbor has long since been replaced by someone he doesn't know.

Wu Lin's thoughts were in turmoil at this moment, and he didn't notice the neighbor returning home late, all bundled up, as he pushed the door open.

The house was very deserted; furniture and decor were clearly aged, having lain unused for a long time, and the new occupant simply walked straight through to the innermost study.

To be precise, it is a secret storage room with a three-layer combination lock.

It stores the secrets that Wu Lin will never let anyone know.

Turning on the desk lamp, the four walls were covered with various strange specimens—brightly colored butterflies and spiders, as well as patterned poisonous snakes coiling and baring their fangs.

In the center lay organ cast specimens soaked in transparent jars, each of different hue, becoming exquisite and aesthetically rich under the cold light.

At least in Wu Lin's eyes, they were more beautiful than people wrapped in skin.

However, lately it seems he has encountered an exception.

Wu Lin gently rubbed his left wrist, slowly pulled up the sleeve, tore off the fake skin used to hide the ugly scar, about to discard it in disgust, but recalling Jin Chen's action at the police station, he hesitated.

He also didn't know whether, through the clothing, the broadly capable captain had noticed he was touching the fake skin.

Wu Lin sat at the desk, gazing at the densely packed diary, narrowed his eyes colder than the night, then lifted his hand and wrote a line.

I've been back in X City for half a month, re-joining the police station where you once worked. But the chief obviously knows my purpose; his repeated probes all failed, and he placed me in the Major Crimes Unit famed for Eagle Eye and Tiger Gall, making it harder to search for the case files and evidence.

The good news is……

Wu Lin again twitched the corner of his mouth nervously, his pallid fingers hovering over the keyboard.

That captain seems interested in me; perhaps I can start with him to obtain the sealed files from back then.

Afterwards, Wu Lin skillfully entered the suicide mutual aid website URL that Wei Yan had investigated, comparing the recorded screen with the latest playback page as he watched.

As the flickering light points appeared repeatedly, Wu Lin again felt a painful tremor like mental control, his very soul clamoring to escape his body.

After extreme chaos, the thoughts in his mind surfaced with a single notion.

Only by destroying this body could the tormented soul be freed.

His trembling hand took a scalpel from the drawer, bumping and scraping; his cold, pale, thin arm was left with red marks, glaringly red.

The blade pressed against the fragile skin, depressingly revealing blue veins, and a gushing wound burst open.

The instant pain cleared Wu Lin's mind—after all these years of madness, he could still break free from the control.

His daytime guess was correct; every flashing symbol hidden on the welcome page of this suicide mutual aid site is a means of controlling depressives and the mentally ill.

Even those not severely affected, if they linger, will gradually sink deeper into this painful yet subtly pleasurable self-abuse.

This should count as a case clue, but while Wu Lin tended to the blood on his wrist he felt a headache—if he told Jin Chen, how would he explain how he knew?

……Why am I thinking of him again.

Feeling extremely irritable, Wu Lin snatched a snake from the cage with a cold face, put on gloves, restrained the writhing body, and as the blade tip pierced, a sound came from next door.

When it reached this room it was faint, but Wu Lin's senses have always been sharper than others'.

Like the sound of a door closing.

Wu Lin instinctively glanced at the clock on the wall.

Ten-thirty at night.

According to his observations over this period, the usually silent and taciturn neighbor today made a noise for the first time.

Just then, the computer URL refreshed automatically, and Wu Lin glanced at it casually.

The drunkard's post.

Wu Lin set down the scalpel, hurried to the computer, and clicked into the post.

Drunkard: "I killed that body with his faith; now it's my turn."

A few seconds later, the post received a red skull like.

Wu Lin fixed his gaze on the drunkard's illustration, and his expression suddenly changed.

Red plastic bag……

Ding-ling-ling——

The phone's ring pierced the room's silence.

"Wu Lin, go back to the police station now; something may have happened." Jin Chen spoke quickly, his movements like hastily getting out of bed and dressing, "Wei Yan has been monitoring the post; the drunkard posted……"

"I know." Wu Lin cut Jin Chen off, slowly lifted his eyes toward the neighbor's direction, unusually calm, "Come straight to my place; the drunkard lives next door to me."

He finally remembered why the photos taken by counselor Zhou Ming felt familiar.

"What?!" Jin Chen's reaction was even stronger than before, "Don't run around! Don't go out to look out of curiosity! Wait until I arrive and hear it."

The earpiece transmitted the sound of running, a bit loud; Wu Lin moved the phone away, stared at the blood-stained scalpel on the desk, and spoke more softly, "Understood."

To be frank, it's just this Blackening Value; Jin Chen really doesn't believe Wu Lin will obey meekly, so he can only rush to his house quickly.

Wu Lin hung up, first treated the wound, and reapplied the fake skin.

As he walked toward the living room, he was still wondering what time it was when he came back.

Hmm…… probably before ten, about a half-hour interval.

Wu Lin reached the door, suddenly recalled something, glanced at the visible monitor by the door, and sure enough it had been destroyed.

"Tsk."

"What the hell, suicide is suicide; damaging someone else's surveillance is not a good habit."

"But smart people will of course back up the surveillance data in real time."

Wu Lin pulled the plug, slowly copied the data, then opened the door.

The hallway was quiet, but the smell of blood was strong; the deep red polished door now looked like the entrance to hell, and no one knew what horrific scene lay inside.

Just going in like that, you'll be hauled out by some squad leader and scolded for destroying the scene.

Out of courtesy, Wu Lin raised his hand and knocked on the door; the hallway's motion-sensor light came on instantly.

There were still footsteps inside.

It seemed the next victim who had helped the drunkard commit suicide was still inside, unable to leave in time.

The footsteps drew ever closer to the door, and just as Wu Lin wondered whether this victim intended to kill to silence, the movement behind the door suddenly stopped!

Wu Lin frowned in puzzlement, glanced at the peephole above the door, and confirmed that from where he stood he couldn't see inside.

Ding—

Behind Wu Lin, the elevator doors opened.