Chapter 1504: And with the Forensic Doctor, a Little Sweetness 17

Jin Chen waited a long time without hearing any movement inside, then forcibly broke open the door.

Wu Lin!

He instinctively felt Wu Lin's condition was very bad, let alone his fixation on the suicide mutual aid group's actions.

Jin Chen rushed over and forcibly closed the computer, placing his palm on the back of Wu Lin's hand, but it was instantly pulled away.

The warmth that had previously felt incredibly soothing now seemed scorching hot at this moment.

As long as he felt this warmth, Wu Lin could associate it with other things, such as the heart beating beneath the flesh, organs and blood that maintain vitality with the heartbeat.

Each association indicated one thing: Jin Chen, like anyone outside, was a living person.

Wu Lin disliked the sensation of being alive, just as he had once loathed his own existence; no matter how well he hid it, once his illness flared, he had nowhere to hide.

"Get out." Wu Lin's voice was extremely hoarse, and he didn't even want to hear Jin Chen's breathing rise and fall.

Jin Chen still saw the medicine bottle Wu Lin had unconsciously hidden; he asked nothing, merely standing beside Wu Lin, "In this state, how could I possibly feel at ease leaving?"

As soon as his words fell, Wu Lin suddenly grabbed a scalpel from the drawer under the table, blade pointing straight at Jin Chen's neck; they were very close, the blade less than three centimeters from Jin Chen's carotid artery.

For Wu Lin, as a forensic medic, precisely locating the carotid artery and stabbing it was easier than pricking a needle.

"Do you like me?" Wu Lin's gloomy eyes fixed on Jin Chen, his pupils slightly constricting.

"Yes, I like you."

Jin Chen answered without any hesitation, never once looking at the scalpel pressed to his neck, merely lowering his head slightly to gaze at Wu Lin.

He even had the leisure to joke, "Being a murder squad captain is hardly good conduct."

"Didn't Jiang Lu tell you to stay away from me?"

Wu Lin gave a calm cold smile, his eyes showing extra madness, "I will kill you; I don't like living people."

Jin Chen: "……"

The difficulty is slightly high; this world probably has no ghosts.

Since I cannot change myself, I can only slightly adjust my wife's somewhat morbid thoughts.

"You probably don't yet have the ability to kill me."

Jin Chen continued to answer in his unique low voice, whatever he said sounding like flirtation, even if this wasn't a perfect setting for it—but who knows.

The fingers that had long held a gun gently lifted Wu Lin's jaw, the fingertips pressing beyond the line onto his tightly pressed, bloodless lips; although this action made Wu Lin more annoyed, the icy scalpel against his neck caused a slight sting.

"Let go." Wu Lin gritted his teeth, turning his head; his other hand, not holding the blade, was reverse-controlled by Jin Chen behind his back, leaving him unable to struggle.

They bound each other.

Jin Chen let out a low laugh, as if deliberately injecting allure, "Frankly, dear, your knife is about to slip from your grasp."

Wu Lin's hand kept trembling; he hadn't had time to take his medicine before Jin Chen interrupted him, and now every pore of his body brimmed with agitation and hostility.

"It seems you underestimated the quality of a forensic medic."

Wu Lin sneered coldly, shifting his wrist.

The sharp blade instantly sliced the skin over the collarbone, and blood flowed out.

Yet Jin Chen's breathing remained undisturbed; he forcibly parted Wu Lin's lips in return, his fingertips rubbing the tips of the teeth, smiling nonchalantly.

"You can't kill me, Wu Lin."

Jin Chen's hand, locked around Wu Lin's waist, exerted a clever twist, slamming Wu Lin against the table edge; the pain in his elbow striking the tabletop made the scalpel slip from his grasp and fall to the floor.

Jin Chen pressed him forward; blood dripping from his neck stained Wu Lin's shirt, spreading outward.

"Why would thinking you're a madman make me back down?"

"Dating a potential criminal, it seems the Jin Team's career can be seen to its end at a glance."

Wu Lin gave a cold, hard mockery; the anger and complex thoughts in his eyes were equally intense.

Jin Chen lightly wiped the blood from the collarbone; his thumb, stained bright red, pressed against Wu Lin's lips the next second, raising a smile that could be called pleasant.

"Locking the criminal beside you is the safest, isn't it."

The taste of the blood wasn't good; Wu Lin enjoyed seeing it surge out as it broke the skin, but he never had the urge to taste it out of curiosity.

Moreover, it was like this—being suppressed to the point of immobility in a passive manner.

This made Wu Lin, who had once almost become a perfect criminal, extremely displeased.

But such suppression obviously wouldn't last long; Wu Lin's resistance was far stronger than Jin Chen imagined, and the two nearly came to blows in the autopsy room.

In the end, Jin Chen's overly dominant force subdued Wu Lin once again, bringing the matter to a close.

Afterward, Jin Chen single-handedly restrained Wu Lin against the wall corner, ambiguously pressing on his outer thigh; Wu Lin's whole body tensed, his skin trembling to the point his scalp began to go numb.

"Jin Chen! You dare!"

Wu Lin swore that if this person dared to mess around in the autopsy room, he wouldn't mind making Jin Chen the first case of his criminal career.

"I dare, but not now." Jin Chen laughed softly, merely taking the medicine from his crisp suit pocket and stuffing it into Wu Lin's mouth.

Wu Lin suddenly fell silent, his ambiguous gaze toward Jin Chen's brows and eyes; unsurprisingly, he also saw in that look a tolerance for doing anything.

Jin Chen released his restraint on Wu Lin, raised a hand to rub his soft forehead hair, then pulled him into an embrace.

This time it was a gentle embrace.

"Have you calmed down?"

Wu Lin drew a deep breath, unsure whether it was the medicine taking effect or thanks to the earlier series of confrontations; either way, the trembling and pain once again seeped back into his flesh.

He leaned on Jin Chen's shoulder, closed his eyes, and rested for a long while.

{Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +15, total 45! }

{Detected Villain Blackening Value -3, total 87! }

"Hiss... gentler."

Jin Chen leaned back with his head up, letting Wu Lin poke around with the cotton swab.

"Judging by your reaction just now, you don't seem afraid of pain." Wu Lin tossed the disinfectant swab into the trash bin, covered the wound with soft medicinal gauze, and secured it.

Jin Chen quickly took over the conversation, seeming sad as he sighed, 'Brother, I'm actually hurt by your indifference; looks like we really need to use medical insurance this time.'

Wu Lin still couldn't stay immune to the deadpan joke, rolling his eyes at Jin Chen.

The tightly closed autopsy room's Main Gate finally opened; as soon as the two stepped out, they immediately drew a crowd of onlookers.

After all, the commotion in there just now was no small matter!

Yu Jue and Ke Xiu, who had rushed back for the meeting, both opened their mouths wide, 'Jin Team! How did you get injured?!'

Jin Chen touched the wound his wife had personally cut and bandaged, showing a tsundere look you wouldn't comprehend, and successfully steered the conversation toward something suggestive.

"After all, the police station doesn't have a turtleneck to change into."

"Pfft—" Duan Xiao Bai spat out a mouthful of coffee, his shocked gaze darting between Jin Chen and Wu Lin.

They just ended up kissing like that?!

Wu Lin the forensic doctor also planted strawberries for Jin Team! So hot!

Probably because Duan Xiao Bai's reaction was too explosive, all the colleagues collectively leaned toward the direction Jin Chen was guiding, their mouths all curled up as if facing the sun.

Wu Lin stared at Jin Chen without changing expression, then turned his head and was put an arm around his shoulder, 'This is way better than knowing we fought; you don't lose either.'

Wu Lin: '......'