Chapter 1500: A Little Sweetness with the Forensic Doctor 13

The Main Gate swung open, and both people stumbled backward.

Jin Chen quickly steadied his stance, helped the person stand upright, and then noticed the agitation in Wu Lin's eyes—clearly done on purpose.

There was even a faint pleasure, as if he had won back a city.

"Childish."

Jin Chen tapped his forehead with a finger, not using any force, yet Wu Lin could still sense a hint of indulgence in it.

"The killer sabotaged the surveillance at my door," Wu Lin said, turning to walk into the room; about half a minute later he pulled out a notebook, "I still have a backup."

Jin Chen, not standing on ceremony, plopped onto the sofa and watched the surveillance footage together with Wu Lin.

Wu Lin recalled that he and Cui Jiu had almost entered their respective homes at the same time, so he directly set the timestamp to that moment, all the way up to ten thirty when the sound was heard.

"Strange..." Wu Lin traced the screen, a faint doubt flickering in his expression, "How come there's no one?"

Jin Chen's arm wrapped around Wu Lin's waist, covering his hand as he slid the backup footage forward, and he whispered, "Perhaps the killer had already been waiting in his place, and Cui Jiu left midway to buy alcohol."

It wasn't impossible.

Wu Lin lowered his gaze to look at their sitting posture; it seemed as if he were leaning into Jin Chen's embrace.

"Focus on the video." Jin Chen said offhandedly, smiling.

Wu Lin: "..."

He turned the tables.

After fast-forwarding another half hour, the killer appeared, fully covered, just as Cui Jiu had been described in the earlier Zhou Ming case.

"Looks like they even have a special outfit for assisting suicide." Jin Chen clicked his tongue, "That damn bastard behind the scenes keeps them under tight control."

Wu Lin briefly analyzed the killer's build and gait, judging him to be a male in his twenties to thirties.

Listening to his thorough analysis, Jin Chen nodded: "Exactly."

Wu Lin's analysis was shut down; he widened his eyes slightly, always having his composure broken by this person, "You knew all along?"

His gaze toward Jin Chen already carried an ambiguous meaning.

Even though this Captain already has a reputation, he's not necessarily all-knowing; it really feels a bit dangerous.

Jin Chen felt a bit creeped out being stared at; he pressed his finger against Wu Lin's head to turn him away, saying, "Didn't I say? My overseas friend already investigated the list behind the website accounts."

"And your dear Captain just happens to have a photographic memory."

When Jin Chen boasted, he did it smoothly.

Wu Lin leisurely sent the backup video to the Major Crimes Unit group, then, hearing that, glanced at Jin Chen again: "The Jin Team really isn't humble."

Of course, a big shot never needs to be humble.

Jin Chen took that comment to heart in his mind, but there was still a mess waiting to be cleaned up.

"Alright, get some sleep early; see you tomorrow."

Wu Lin nodded, no longer arguing, lazily leaning against the sofa as he watched Jin Chen leave.

The Main Gate closed, as if cutting off the worldly air.

The Living Room, which had just gained a bit of liveliness, grew cold again, overly quiet.

Wu Lin closed the notebook, tore open the fake skin, and with both fingers pressed to his left wrist gently stroked the scar, tilting his head to gaze at the ceiling.

The more he understood Jin Chen, the more he could detect this person's mystery and the danger hidden beneath his nonchalance.

Objectively speaking, Wu Lin didn't want to get close to this type of person; dealing with overly clever and dangerous people might be interesting, but for his plan it posed too great a risk.

But facing Jin Chen, challenging danger felt like continually probing the subtle limit of his indulgence.

It was truly novel, also making one want to tear away the thoughts and motives hidden beneath his fleshy disguise.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total now 30!】

Ling Gun Gun still hadn't given up battling wits and courage with Hong Guitou, even crafting a plugin that relentlessly attacked the firewall 24/7.

Its mighty Great Pixiu, the most powerful system of the Quick Transmigration Bureau, refused to believe it!

It still couldn't break this little world's broken firewall!

The on-site investigation continued, and Wei Yan, far away in the police station office, was also contacting and investigating Cui Jiu's associates.

Tonight, it seemed only Wu Lin slept fairly well.

In the early hours, a man who had just come out of a convenience store took off his heavy coat, borrowed a passerby's phone, and made a call.

"Your patient has had an incident; I'm downstairs in their residential complex—please come quickly."

The passerby lending the phone, hearing this, anxiously asked the apparent doctor whether he needed help.

The man politely waved, returned the phone, and, staring into her eyes, said softly, "No need, miss; wish you a peaceful night."

The passerby, though puzzled, accepted the blessing; the man plunged into the night, leaving only an indistinct back view.

Moments later, the passerby blankly glanced around, "Eh, how did I end up stopping here?"

——

Next morning.

Wu Lin turned off his alarm, answered Jin Chen's call, and thought it was urging him to go to the police station to study the corpse.

"Coming right away."

His just-woken voice was a little hoarse, and he heard a low laugh from the speaker: "No rush, I'll pick you up downstairs."

Wu Lin was jolted awake by the news, then subtly raised his eyebrows.

It was also a taste of the joy of "waiting for you to get to work," and it felt quite fresh.

Wu Lin indeed saw through the window the car parked downstairs, glanced at the time, and deliberately took his time washing up and changing clothes.

By the time he got downstairs, half an hour had passed.

The cool-toned shirt made Chief Forensic Doctor Wu Lin still seem unapproachable, while Jin Chen, half-leaning against the car window, straightened up as he approached, seeing this man holding back a teasing smile.

"Jin Team, you've waited long enough."

Jin Chen swept his gaze over his collarbone, "Being able to feast my eyes early in the morning, waiting a bit longer is fine."

Wu Lin lowered his head accordingly, only then noticing that the top few buttons were undone; his face inexplicably grew warm, uncomfortably preparing to button them up, but Jin Chen had already raised his hand and pinched the collar.

"No need to help." Wu Lin turned his head away, speaking awkwardly.

Yet, strangely, he did not refuse.

Jin Chen had long been adept at seeing through people's insincere words, and on his own he tidied the collar and fastened the buttons.

"Aren't you going to catch someone?"

Wu Lin shifted the topic, asking, even if he wanted to put into practice what the diary said, he must proceed gradually.

He thus advised himself.

Jin Chen hummed, opened the passenger door and let the person in, "Caught him."

Wu Lin looked at him in surprise, "That fast?"

Jin Chen pondered, thought it might be praise, and nodded: "Yes."

That's just how awesome!

Wu Lin slightly furrowed his brows, gazing at Jin Chen's eyes, which still had faint red bloodshot lines, for a moment, "So you didn't sleep another night."

Jin Chen raised his hand and glanced, "I slept half an hour."

Calling it sleep, it's actually deep rest through meditation; he likes sleeping and not needing sleep are two different matters.

Wu Lin: "……"

He recalled that the past two days had been the same.

Truly afraid that his side's plan hasn't been carried out yet, this immensely capable captain would die suddenly first.

"I'll drive." Wu Lin said.

Jin Chen raised his eyebrows, his smile deep, "You care about me this much?"

Wu Lin: "I'm afraid of getting into a car accident."

Jin Chen: "……"

What to do if my wife's mouth is too toxic?

Naturally, fight poison with poison.

"Don't be so cold to me, bro, or I'll get frostbite and you'll have to claim medical insurance." Jin Chen crossed his arms in front of him, sat in the passenger seat, looking injured.

Wu Lin's hand on the car door halted, and he was speechless for a few seconds.

What's wrong with this person, telling cold jokes first thing in the morning.