Chapter 1527: Sprinkling Sugar on the Forensic Doctor 40

"What are you going to do about the next operation?" the bureau chief asked, while another captain of the Criminal Investigation Second Team stood in the room, the meaning obvious.

Jin Chen straightened his taut, lean body, his gaze still on the monitor, "I'll go catch him myself."

His tone was cold, without a trace of warmth.

The bureau chief looked at Jin Chen, his voice heavy: "The Criminal Investigation Second Team will fully cooperate; I hope you won't be deceived again."

Before leaving, Jin Chen glanced at the municipal bureau leader, then said to the captain of the second detachment who had followed him out: "I need to go to the hospital."

Jin Chen was the detachment chief; logically such a matter need not be reported, but Jin Chen and this detachment captain both understood tacitly that he had been ordered to keep an eye on Jin Chen.

"What are you going to the hospital for?"

"I have a heart condition; without medication I'll die."

Detachment captain: "……"

Jin Team, you should at least think of another excuse.

How am I supposed to reply to the bureau chief!

Twenty minutes ago, Jin Chen was still interrogating Gu Luming.

Wu Lin left the police station, and just after crossing the intersection he noticed a car tailing him from behind, so he stopped.

"Get in the car."

The car window rolled down, and a face that could be called familiar smiled at him.

That was in the hospital where the Ghost Butterfly had full control, the boyfriend whose eyes had been gouged out by Sang Xue.

"Ah… perhaps I should introduce myself; I am Shadow Butterfly, the one who succeeds you as the Ghost Butterfly's successor."

"Is that so." Wu Lin's tone remained calm, yet unexpectedly, Shadow Butterfly voluntarily got into the car.

"You know?" Shadow Butterfly was somewhat surprised.

"The day Sang Xue fainted on the lawn, I saw you whistling in the hallway, Sang Xue's boyfriend."

Shadow Butterfly even warily gripped his gun, not understanding why Wu Lin would bother saying that.

Yet Wu Lin pinched his brow and spoke with a slightly weary voice: "Don't be afraid, just drive your car."

Shadow Butterfly stared, almost failing to comprehend what this person was saying.

The one who should be afraid is you!

"Hmph, no wonder you were chosen by the Ghost Butterfly ten years ago."

Shadow Butterfly gave a meaningful smile and pressed the accelerator.

"Sorry, the Ghost Butterfly says you have to wear a hood."

Wu Lin: "Your final stronghold is just on Qinghuan Mountain; what's there to wear?"

Shadow Butterfly: "……"

His hand on the steering wheel trembled, and he forcibly swallowed the curse "fuck your mother."

Just how does this person know!

——

"Long time no see, Wu Lin."

The Ghost Butterfly, or rather Gu Luhui, gave a warm welcome to Wu Lin's arrival.

Even the surviving followers behind him looked at him with unusually fervent eyes.

Wu Lin gazed at everything before him.

The Ghost Butterfly seemed to have recreated the scene from ten years ago.

All the brainwashed patients circled the empty lawn, their eyes vacant, their blue-striped hospital gowns vacant; when the wind blew, they were nothing but soulless puppets.

Jiang Luming, bound in the middle, had come to rescue them, yet was seized by this crowd and could not escape.

Old Mu trudged forward with heavy steps, dragged out from the basement by thugs; months of abuse had stripped him of his humanity. Seeing his captured comrades, he was powerless, and the Ghost Butterfly forced Old Mu to make a choice.

Whether to rescue his comrades or to rescue his disciple Wu Lin, who was bound among the patients.

Old Mu's final answer was to save Wu Lin, but he took the bullet meant for his comrade Jiang Lum.

That day's wind howled just like today's, smearing blood across all of Wu Lin's senses, forcing him under drug control to forget this memory.

Wu Lin last night, in his nightmare, regained some of this memory, including this segment.

"It seems you've remembered." Gu Luhui caught something from Wu Lin's expression, then burst out laughing, still speaking to Wu Lin in the gentlest voice, just as he had ten years ago.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Wu Lin asked, his voice hoarse.

"Quite simple, kill them." Gu Luhui said bluntly, "To help those living in pain find release, I am their god."

"I doubt it's that simple." Wu Lin stepped forward two paces, his cold voice echoing in this mountain base: "Gu Luhui, once a normal doctor at the Qinghuan Psychiatric Hospital, was dismissed for severe borderline personality disorder accompanied by severe self-destructive and dangerous tendencies."

"Afterward you used the specially developed mind‑control drug you researched, smuggled raw materials from abroad, and bribed the newly appointed mayor at great expense, thereby becoming the new director of Qinghuan Hospital."

"And Qinghuan Hospital became a hell for those patients."

Gu Luhui: "……"

After a long while, a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "It seems your memory recovery exceeds what I imagined."

These data were what Wu Lin uncovered five years ago; when he heard the news and had just grasped… that thing not long ago, he was feeling smug, and once again altered Wu Lin's memory, even causing a timeline muddle.

"Do you want to know why I don't kill you?" Gu Luhui slowly raised his hand; immediately two thugs stepped forward and seized Wu Lin, "Because something told me you cannot die, and that thing… is the greatest existence in this world."

"But it never said you couldn't be trained to obey meekly."

As his words fell, the thugs instantly stabbed Wu Lin from behind, the blade piercing his shoulder.

Wu Lin grunted; the long‑absent pain tore through his memory again, surging like a beast, and the pierced right shoulder sent a pain bordering on suffocation.

"Keep him here, await the final moment." Gu Luhui looked in good spirits.

"Yes."

Wu Lin was dragged away without mercy; during this time Jin Chen had been looking after and feeding him, even preventing self‑harm, but this sudden blow almost made him lose all consciousness.

In a daze, he sensed that the prison he was brought to here was as dark as the basement of years ago.

The two thugs also seemed hurried, wanting to go see what was about to happen on the lawn, and had no intention of staying here; moreover, the person they brought in had already fainted—what could a cripple with a broken arm do?

Footsteps gradually faded away; a few seconds later, Wu Lin opened their eyes, cold sweat covering their pale face.

Wu Lin gritted their teeth and rose, with no time to treat the arm wound, following the information given by Sang Xue into the inner chamber.

——"Ghost Butterfly are suspicious; the prison is not far from their room, and Samigina is there."

When in the hospital, Wu Lin had explained to Jin Chen that, according to legend, placing a talisman inscribed with the Samigina emblem under one's pillow allows communication with the dead in dreams.

Wu Lin did not believe in gods and ghosts; Samigina might merely be a metaphor used by Sang Xue for the location of such things.

Under the pillow was a seal-like object, resembling the crystal core from sci-fi movies.

Wu Lin dared not act rashly, only recalling that Wei Yan and Jin Chen had once said that no matter how they investigated, they could not find the Ghost Butterfly's location.

Since they dared to leave it like this, at least it shows the crystal core is not afraid of water or fire; in the short term Wu Lin cannot find the correct way to destroy it, so perhaps the only remaining method to isolate and shield the signal is one.

Wu Lin's eyes, soaked in cold sweat, narrowed slightly; as if making a desperate gamble, they forcibly shoved the sharp crystal core into the pierced right shoulder.

It hurts……

Wu Lin collapsed limp on the ground, their slender back aching to the point of curling and trembling; in a dazed consciousness they again saw Jin Chen's eyes holding a tolerant smile.

Alive.

Must survive and return.

Wu Lin bit the tip of their tongue to suppress the cry of pain.

This time they lay on the ground for several minutes before barely regaining the strength to stand up.