Chapter 1507: And the Forensic Doctor, a Spoonful of Sugar 20

"Jin Team!!"

Wei Yan limped into the interrogation room with his leg in a cast, glanced mysteriously at Song Meng, and silently pointed to the notebook in his hand.

Jin Chen got up and left the interrogation room, letting Duan Xiao Bai continue the interrogation.

"What's wrong?"

"The administrator updated the post."

Wei Yan handed him the notebook to look at.

Administrator: "Winter has passed again."

The picture is of the skeleton butterfly they saw at Cui Jiu's house.

"I don't get what it means," Wei Yan muttered.

Yu Jue howled: "This person is way too mysterious—do they even exist in this world?"

Jin Chen stared at the screen for a few seconds, lost in thought, then said: "Most butterflies appear in late spring; winter is their hibernation survival period."

He immediately shifted his tone: "For depression sufferers, the arrival of spring happens to give them just enough energy to commit suicide."

"Ah?!" Yu Jue, who had leaned in, couldn't help but interject: "I thought winter was the season with the highest suicide rate."

"In winter they lack the energy and are too lazy to kill themselves."

Wu Lin came out of the office just in time to hear Jin Chen's analysis of depression patients; upon hearing the last sentence, his long eyelashes flickered as he recalled some memories.

"Wu Lin, come over."

Jin Chen beckoned him, asking, "Did you find what you wanted?"

"I don't like spilling secrets in public," Wu Lin glanced at the man in the interrogation room, "Meng Ying?"

"Yeah, this brat is tough to interrogate—every sentence leaves an opening." Jin Chen rubbed his temples with a headache, leaning half on Wu Lin's shoulder, "I asked him why he entered that website; guess what he said."

Wu Lin didn't know what Jin Chen meant by that out-of-the-blue remark, but he put on a puzzled expression at the right moment.

Who would have thought Jin Chen would suddenly shift his posture, face him, and lower his voice: "People in pain always seek something that makes them feel happy."

Wu Lin's fingers hanging at his side gradually curled into a fist, his exterior unmoving, "What is Jin Team trying to convey?"

"Although I can't condone what he's done, regarding this sentence I hope someone full of secrets can also learn this ability."

Jin Chen casually ruffled Wu Lin's soft hair, then darted back into the interrogation room to prepare for another round of mental attrition.

Wu Lin's gaze followed Jin Chen inside, then shifted to the one-way glass, and for some reason he recalled that embrace in the autopsy room.

This person really likes to break down the boundaries others have established.

Wu Lin silently tugged at his lips, and his brows and eyes finally softened into a faint smile.

【Villain Heartthrob Value detected +5, total 50!】

Jin Chen's listless spirit finally perked up a bit, interrupting Song Meng's chatter with a smiling mask: "I don't have time here to give you counseling; last question—have you ever seen the behind-the-scenes administrator?"

Song Meng froze for half a second, looked away from his gaze, "I haven't seen him."

But his tiny microexpression exactly revealed his inner thoughts; Jin Chen nodded: "Okay, thanks for your answer—so what does the administrator look like?"

Song Meng: "……"

"He's everywhere! Everything that happens here, he knows it all—he's our supreme guide, leading us out of pain and darkness; we just want the freedom to choose to leave this world! What's it to you guys?"

Song Meng's smiling mask finally tore apart, revealing the hysterical soul beneath; each word felt like an accusation against the police for meddling.

Jin Chen's reaction, however, was already cold; he had no intention of responding to Song Meng's emotions: "No need to sugarcoat incitement to suicide as fresh and refined."

"Cui Jiu and Zhou Ming are definite victims, but you're not innocent."

Duan Xiao Bai timely interjected: "Song Meng, the drunkard isn't the first person you've killed, right?"

"Three years ago, in the neighboring city, there was a case where a psychiatrist's hypnosis led to a patient's death; the original verdict was manslaughter by the psychiatrist, but after our investigation, the psychiatrist who had confessed and been jailed later, in the second month, started a suicide attempt in prison, claiming he wasn't the killer."

"That case was dropped after being diagnosed as a mental illness; Doctor Song, are you familiar with it? It's exactly the same as your colleague who confessed under hypnosis two days ago."

Song Meng's handcuffed hands were clenched into fists, his eyes fixed on the floor as if trying to bore a hole through it.

"I don't know, I... I don't know what you're talking about."

Jin Chen: "On the day that psychiatrist was sentenced, you posted on the suicide help forum: 'Escape'."

Bang!

Jin Chen suddenly slammed the table hard, "Still saying it's not you? Do I have to throw the evidence in your face?"

Song Meng shuddered all over from fright, like a deflated balloon.

"I want to take medicine."

After a deathly silence, Song Meng weakly lifted his head with effort to look at Jin Chen, his voice feeble: "I'll tell you... who the next suicide victim will be... I need to take medicine."

"The medicine is in the coat I came in wearing." Song Meng suddenly became obstinate, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Jin Chen's, enunciating each word: "I, need, to, take, medicine."

Yu Jue took the coat and brought it into the interrogation room, but Jin Chen raised his hand to signal Yu Jue to hand it over first.

【Hey Host! Locate! There's a tracker on this coat.】 Ling Gun Gun scanned it once and immediately spotted the issue, then blocked the signal.

Jin Chen precisely extracted the grain‑sized micro‑tracker from behind the button, coldly glanced at the stiffened Song Meng, "Want me to shove this thing into your stomach?"

To be honest, if it weren't for his identity in this world, Jin Chen would really want to do that.

Song Meng stopped yelling about wanting medicine, head down, unwilling to lift it, as if sunk into stiff numbness.

In this state, we can't get anything out of him either.

"First detain Song Meng and investigate all his movements and contacts during this period."

After giving the orders, Jin Chen strode to the washroom and splashed cold water on his face.

【Host, the tracker isn't the administrator's; it belongs to "Mei Gui".】

Ling Gun Gun's tracked signal finally located Mei Gui's address in the account list: 【Though why Mei Gui is locating Meng Ying, do these users all have connections with each other?】

Jin Chen scrolled through posts on his phone, suddenly noticing that Meng Ying's homepage differed from others'.

The homepage background pictures are everyone's selfies, as if it's a real‑name rule for entering this site, but in the corner of Song Meng's selfie there's a butterfly hard to notice.

If it weren't for the ghost butterfly incident, he wouldn't have noticed this butterfly; after all, using it as a selfie element is indeed a good choice.

The rose's homepage also has it, just in a different place; the butterfly is in the direction Song Meng's eyes are looking, in a large patch of flowers behind the rose.

Jin Chen didn't have time to wipe the water stains off his face, he clicked into the administrator's homepage again; it was still just a red skull, with nothing else.

Why is it that the person most likely to be the ghost butterfly has no butterfly elements in their homepage information?

What do these butterflies represent……

At that moment, Jin Chen suddenly recalled the surveillance footage secretly taken when he was passing by the residential area while investigating the Zhou Ming case.

Even though it was absurd, he inexplicably associated that only if a single butterfly flew past would they not notice.

Footsteps interrupted Jin Chen's continued absurd train of thought; he didn't turn around, but saw the visitor in the mirror.

Wu Lin Silence stopped behind him, thought for a moment, took out a small pack of tissues from his pocket, and handed several sheets to Jin Chen.

"You need sleep." Wu Lin still said those words, only the tone, compared to before, had become much more peaceful.

Jin Chen took the tissues and casually wiped his face twice, feeling the stubble that had sprouted on his chin, and suddenly realized something very bad.

He hasn't even caught his wife yet, and he already has no time for image management!

Jin Chen suddenly asked: 'Will I not become ugly?'

Wu Lin: '……?'