Chapter 1523: Sprinkling Sugar on the Forensic Doctor 36

In Gu Lu Ming's eyes, the whole process looked like it was in slow motion.

Until Yi Tian and Duan Xiao Bai rushed over and pinned him down, his trembling pupils stared fixedly at the pools of blood on the ground, 'Why......?'

They had considered every possibility, but never imagined that the police would actually dare to lay hands on the believers!

'How dare you? You can't just ignore the rules!'

Gu Lu Ming was being escorted upstairs; as he came to from his shock, he turned his neck and stared desperately at Jin Chen, 'You killed those idiots—what good does capturing me do?'

Jin Chen held the somewhat trembling Wu Lin, who had seen the basement scene, and upon hearing that, gave Gu Lu Ming a brief, powerful glance: 'Oh, that's a tranquilizer gun.'

'Idiot.' Jin Chen threw the word back at him.

Gu Lu Ming: '......'

His furrowed face twitched; he never expected this answer, and he was unwillingly taken away.

Whether it was Gu Lu Ming or Gu Huan, they both cared deeply about the documents in the Qinghuan Old Site; upon learning of the police plan, they immediately sent many capable believers there, leaving few behind in the gallery.

But Yu Jue, who was guarding the gallery, soon replied.

'Jin Team, we successfully obtained the files from the records room and arrested the security guards and believers staying here, but we haven't seen those 'people who rushed over to help' you mentioned.'

Jin Chen held the phone; this stretch of the corridor was the darkest, and Wu Lin's trembling was obviously worse.

But he had never been afraid of the dark; it must be some smell or environment here that triggered his altered memory.

Jin Chen feared he might be traumatized, so he simply scooped him up sideways and had Wu Lin hold the phone.

'Send people to search the mountain leading to the old site; Gu Huan and the remaining believers are likely hiding there.'

Otherwise, on that day on the Mountain Ring Road, the phantom would hardly have been able to gather an empty vehicle and fuel in such a short time.

After the call ended, Wu Lin lost even the strength to hold the phone, going limp and leaning weakly against Jin Chen's embrace.

The memories surging in his mind were like icy winter night floodwaters, engulfing his mouth, nose, heart, and lungs; truth and falsehood could not be distinguished, only the anguish and despair were real.

It felt as if he had personally experienced such despair many years ago.

'Wu Lin! Wu Lin!! Ambulance! Quick, call an ambulance!'

In a daze, Wu Lin heard many sounds, yet he slipped away from that familiar, powerful embrace.

Jin Chen's anxious shouts, the ambulance's sharp wail, and... many cries.

His memory was instantly pulled back to that night ten years ago.

'If I'm not mistaken, you've been suspended pending investigation because of this case, right?'

A sinister yet gentle voice cut through the basement darkness; sixteen-year-old Wu Lin hid behind the heavy door, only able to hear the outside conversation clearly through the crack.

'Isn't this what you wanted to see? I won't investigate this case anymore—return Linlin to me.'

Master.

It was the master's voice.

Young Wu Lin couldn't describe how he felt then; it had been half a month since he was inexplicably diagnosed with a mental illness and locked in this basement, and even though he wasn't an ordinary teenager by worldly standards, that didn't mean he could endure such inhuman treatment.

But just as his will was about to be completely worn down, he finally heard the master's voice, which signified safety and redemption.

But there was none.

The master couldn't save him.

Through the door crack, that person had his subordinates drag out two people, said to be undercover police stationed here.

He forced the master to make a choice.

'Your colleagues and subordinates, or that talented disciple of yours? Choose, old friend—I've always been patient when dealing with you.'

After that came another turmoil; Wu Lin's final memory of that night was of that person entering the basement, grabbing his hair and pressing him into a water bucket filled with the smell of medicine, hearing the gentle voice in his ear as he nearly suffocated.

'Your master handed you over to me; from now on you are my successor—first step……learn to kill.'

'Come, I'll teach you.'

Wu Lin fell into a coma for no apparent reason; even experienced doctors needed to keep investigating the cause. After three days in the hospital, even the victims hit by the tranquilizer gun had awakened—only Wu Lin remained unconscious.

But Jin Chen couldn't stay at the hospital around the clock.

Gu Lu Ming had been captured; as one of the website's managers, prying open his mouth is currently the top priority.

We also need to continually search for the missing believers and the fleeing Gu Huan, as well as the mastermind Gu Lu Hui, who has yet to show his face.

Only by finding Gu Lu Hui can we uncover what really happened ten years ago.

But even when he was busy to the point of not touching the ground, Jin Chen still made time each day to come to the hospital, ostensibly so that his wife would be the first person she saw upon waking.

The doctors didn't understand; the doctors were greatly shocked.

Wei Yan, who had already recovered, even sneakily asked his aunt, a obstetrics and gynecology doctor, and got the answer that it was a hormonal overflow maternal love complex; hearing this, Jin Chen rudely beat the not-so-smart technician.

On the third night, Jin Chen heard the doctor say his condition was improving and he might wake up in the next two days; he immediately rushed home, simmered a soft, fragrant old chicken soup, and also took a bath after staying up three nights.

When he arrived at the ward, Wu Lin still hadn't woken, but his breathing was steady and he wasn't lost in nightmares like the previous two days; he constantly looked perilous.

Jin Chen silently let out a breath, sat beside the bed, picked up the hand without an IV line, and played with it, gently squeezing each weak fingertip.

After a moment, the captured fingers curled a few times, softly hooking around Jin Chen's fingers in response.

Jin Chen instantly looked up; Wu Lin opened his eyes, his unfocused gaze taking several seconds to focus, then he hooked Jin Chen's palm again, his pale lips parting to whisper a few words in a hoarse voice.

'Hold me......'

Jin Chen heard him clearly and did not miss the fragility in Wu Lin's eyes.

He leaned in, cradling Wu Lin in his arms while avoiding pressure on the IV line.

'Good, it's alright.'

Wu Lin had little strength; he merely turned his head and buried it in Jin Chen's neck, silently shedding a few tears.

'If......' After a while, Jin Chen heard Wu Lin ask, 'If, when we go to capture Gu Lu Ming, I am kidnapped by him and you have to choose between saving the teammates or saving me, who is full of suspicion, what would you choose?'

Speaking was hard on his dry throat; Jin Chen didn't rush to answer, slightly rose while holding the person in his arms, took a water cup, and fed him a sip.

The ward was quiet; Jin Chen held him, gently rubbing the cold wrist of the IV line, and also guessed some things.

Any police officer who is loyal to his duty has the same answer: to save people, even if they are a suspect.

He noticed Wu Lin's slight struggle, and without allowing refusal, he pulled him into his embrace, gazing at those fragile, reddened eyes.

Wu Lin, you…… have you remembered something?

Wu Lin's lips moved, and after a moment he hoarsely said: "Ten years ago, my master rescued the undercover police officer and abandoned me."

And he also, in the day-after-day torment of the basement, developed a severe mental disorder; as Jin Chen said, he not only lost his memory, but that most painful segment of memory was also altered.

By now, Wu Lin even doesn't know how, after his master left back then, he actually managed to escape from that hellhole.