Chapter 1520: Sprinkling Sugar on the Forensic Doctor 33

I don't really remember that scene, but…… there were many people around, and your master committed suicide by shooting himself.

Sang Xue and Ying Gui's testimonies differed, Wu Lin thought.

In Ying Gui's testimony, his master was also surrounded by many people, but it wasn't suicide.

You don't have to look at me like that……" Sang Xue lowered her head to avoid Wu Lin's gaze, her voice softer than before, "I don't remember many memories either; they come back whenever I have an episode, but…… it's painful. Qing Huan Hospital is hell for both you and us.

Who's staring at you? Are there also Rose's eyeliner here?" Wu Lin changed the topic, turned his head and took a few deep breaths, feeling a bit suppressed to the point of breathlessness.

Sang Xue remained hunched over, sitting in the wheelchair, emaciated like a corpse without flesh, her dazed gaze fixed on a blade of grass swaying in the wind on the ground.

Mei Gui appears in many places; she's the administrator…… that is, Gui Die's confidante." Sang Xue said, finally raising her stiff back, focusing for a long time before looking at Wu Lin, "Every time I have a nightmare, I keep recalling a few scenes.

When I was locked in the basement, only you received the best treatment… Later, I sneaked out and bumped into you and Gui Die disciplining a disobedient sheep at the vent.

Wu Lin's hand trembled, and a hint of bewilderment surfaced in the depths of his eyes.

I…… and Gui Die?

The fan blades in the vent flickered on and off, the bloody scene flickering accordingly, together forming Sang Xue's most painful memory in that place, because she was soon discovered and taken away to be an experimental mouse for psychiatric drugs.

What Sang Xue didn't say was, in her remaining memories, she saw through the fan blades a glance from Wu Lin's peripheral vision—numb and bloody.

Mm……" Sang Xue suddenly covered her ears, her expression instantly turning extremely terrified, "Why is there sound again……

Wu Lin forced himself to detach from the mental shackles of constantly trying to break through his chaotic memory, instinctively reaching out to stop the constantly swaying wheelchair, "Sang Xue! What's wrong with you?"

You didn't hear it…… why can't you hear it!!

Sang Xue became frenzied again, in pain she bit her tongue until it bled continuously; when she scratched Wu Lin's shoulder, her breath suddenly halted, and she completely fainted.

Wu Lin quickly supported her, his gaze sweeping over the several floors of balconies of the adjacent inpatient building; he indeed heard no sound.

A patient suddenly fainted, and nurses and various onlooking family members quickly gathered around, sealing off the previously empty lawn.

In the crowd, Wu Lin saw an elderly woman, like a hospital cleaner.

But he clearly remembered that face; perhaps it was from the basement Sang Xue had mentioned.

The woman shook her head at Wu Lin, gesturing for him to leave quickly.

At the same time, Wu Lin noticed several silhouettes flashing down from the inpatient building ahead, moving very quickly.

He glanced at Sang Xue being carried away by the nurses, without hesitation, taking advantage of the chaos he turned and left.

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Study.

Heavy curtains blocked the sunlight; the room had no lights, dead silent and chilly.

Wu Lin stood with his back to the door, staring at the photos covering the wall's evidence board.

Many of the clues from the initial investigation were useless now; he wasn't sure how many were deliberately released by Gui Die to cause confusion.

His pale, thin fingertips hooked the scalpel, drawing a large cross on the upper left corner of the evidence board.

At that moment, a tentative knock sounded from outside the door.

Wu Lin.

Jin Chen searched around but found no one; he could only be in the study.

Even through the door panel one could smell the medicinal liquid seeping out.

No sound, Jin Chen then tapped his fingers rhythmically, "If you don't speak, I'll take it as your consent for me to come in."

After waiting a few more seconds, Jin Chen decisively opened the door.

The dim room was occupied largely by various butterfly and snake specimens and human body casts.

Bloodstains, medicinal liquids, clue photos pinned to the wall, and recordings on the flashing fluorescent notebook screen.

At a glance, each of them looked quite gruesome.

Jin Chen's gaze finally settled on Wu Lin's face, holding the scalpel; he unceremoniously found a seat for himself and sat down, then proceeded to talk about what he had discovered today.

He didn't ask much, Wu Lin listened attentively, and soon they reached the part about the file room.

Jin Chen's tone suddenly grew much graver; he picked up the tea cup Wu Lin had drunk from and took a sip, "The file room contains the names of the vast majority of the victims."

The others not recorded, such as the young Zhou Ming and Cui Jiu, who had just begun treatment five years ago, were later turned into new sheep controlled by Gui Die through the website.

Just like spreading a cult, the victims from back then were released but remained under mental control, still unable to break free from drug dependence, becoming Gui Die's "taskers" as well as unwitting spreaders who didn't realize they were accomplices.

"Do you still remember the day we discovered the victims' mass suicide, when we discussed the topic of God?" Jin Chen posed the question to Wu Lin.

Wu Lin nodded calmly, "Pascal's Wager."

"This is the human nature that Gui Die has always exploited, effective across ten years without fail." Jin Chen let out a slight sigh, "The file room's victim list also includes Ying Gui and Meng Nie; they were once patients confined in that hospital's cages."

Qing Huan Psychiatric Hospital was their believers' church.

"Faith, what killed them…… is faith." Wu Lin suddenly muttered, as if a clue flickered in his mind, but his memory was too chaotic, and he couldn't even tell what was real.

He could only grip the scalpel tightly; the cold handle still kept his sanity from collapsing.

Jin Chen beckoned him, "What's wrong with this? Your chat with Sang Xue today wasn't very pleasant."

He deliberately didn't mention that Wu Lin's traces were also in the file room, but since he didn't say it, Wu Lin had already learned the answer from Sang Xue's mouth.

Wu Lin sat beside Jin Chen, leaning his shoulder against the familiar warmth before continuing: "Sang Xue said her master committed suicide, and also said……"

He stared into Jin Chen's eyes: "I might have collaborated with Gui Die."

From childhood, Wu Lin had been seen by others as a quiet, introverted, sensitive oddball; even before reaching adulthood ten years ago, he already possessed the skills to become a forensic examiner, or put another way, a dissecting killer.

"I fear that my master's death is tied to me," whether indirect or direct, Wu Lin whenever he thought of this possibility would always feel breathless.

As soon as they made eye contact, Jin Chen noticed the subtle fear lurking in Wu Lin's eyes that couldn't be overlooked.

He wrapped his arms around Wu Lin's shoulders, pulling him into an embrace, his lips brushing the ear, and whispered warmly: "If it really is you, Gui Die would surely have leverage on you, and wouldn't let you keep investigating unchecked for ten years."

This embrace calmed Wu Lin more than medication, pulling him out of numbness; he softly hummed, unable to resist burying himself deep in Jin Chen's embrace.

The study door opened, and all secrets lay bare before Jin Chen; cutting open his whole self, those secrets were old, fragmented, and accompanied by decades of gore, yet the person seeing them showed no rejection.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +15, total 85!】

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -10, total 75!】