PS: Sorry everyone, doing a mass update is like taking half my life. I'll adjust my state recently, and I aim to make up for the missed mass update by next Monday.

The police seemed to believe that Lin Hai was the real murderer, and even if he wasn't, he was extremely dangerous.

Lin Hai was locked in the interrogation room, the steel chair restraining him.

"Come clean, or don't push me."

The Old Director looked at Lin Hai with an expression full of hatred for criminals, as if he wanted to rip Lin Hai apart and flay his skin off.

Lin Hai glanced at him coldly without making a sound.

"It seems you won't give up until you hit the Yellow River. For a heartless beast like you, I'll make you regret being born into this world."

The Old Director was filled with righteous indignation, grinding his teeth with fury.

"I think you are sick and need treatment," said Lin Hai indifferently.

"There, I'll add another charge for insulting a police officer," the Old Director said, looking at Lin Hai as if he were trash.

Scum like this, better to be executed ten times.

"You really have a problem, you must have an issue with your eyes," Lin Hai replied.

"People like you, once they remove their glasses, they probably become a mosaic, indistinguishable between male and female from thirty meters away, and from fifty meters away, indistinguishable between human and animal."

The Old Director gnashed his teeth with hatred, cursing this damn murderer.

In his eyes, Lin Hai's words were a display of wanting to defy death, a refusal to admit guilt.

"Speak, why did you kill that little girl and her father!" The Old Director bit down on his teeth, trying hard to control his emotions.

"What evidence do you have to prove I killed them?" Lin Hai looked at him coldly, this guy seemed all fired up, but intelligence was his shortfall.

"Evidence? You're covered in the scent of blood, standing by the side of the little girl's body without even a blink, so cold-blooded and heartless, if it wasn't you who killed her, then who did?!"

The Old Director's words made Lin Hai want to spit blood.

Sh*t, how did you even become a director? This is solving a case, not baseless conjecture!

"How can you be so sure the little girl is a corpse? She can still be saved!"

"Shot through the heart, and she can be saved?" As the Old Director said these words, he wished even more that he could directly put an end to Lin Hai, the "murderer" in his eyes.

Lin Hai couldn't be bothered to waste words with such a blockhead anymore.

He had more important things to do, to save the little girl's life.

"Unbutton my shirt, inside the inner pocket, there is a notebook," Lin Hai said.

The Old Director frowned his rugged brows with an annoyed snort, "You have no right to order me."

"I'm asking you!"

Lin Hai rolled his eyes. Previously, he thought Queen Qi was domineering and unreasonable, but after encountering this small-town Old Director, Lin Hai found Queen Qi downright adorable and "understanding."

"Hmph, what's in your pocket? You're not trying to take the opportunity to subdue me and escape, are you?" The Old Director's eyes flashed with a smart light that his intelligence shouldn't possess.

"Open it and you'll see, do you think I can run away?"

With skepticism, the Old Director cautiously flipped open Lin Hai's shirt and took out the notebook.

"What's this?"

"Look for yourself, make sure you see it clearly."

The Old Director opened the notebook doubtfully and started to read carefully.

He only looked at it once, and his gaze froze, his half-open mouth even forgot to breathe.

Lin Hai was very satisfied with this effect; his voice became stern, cold, and detached, as if he were a high-ranking individual accustomed to authority, saying, "A robbery just took place on the train, where a villain injured a little girl and her father, so I took extreme measures!"

The Old Director's complexion grew increasingly grave, turning into profound shock, as he looked at Lin Hai with disbelief, his hand trembling slightly as he reached out, "This... this is Yanhuang Soul... this."

He was somewhat incoherent.

Mainly because he was too shocked.

This object was simply not something someone at his level could come into contact with. If it were not for an old comrade-in-arms who once served as a guard for a high-ranking Chief, he would never have learned even a tiny bit about Yanhuang Soul, nor would he believe in its existence had it not come up in a casual conversation over drinks.

But now, an SS-level special agent of Yanhuang Soul was standing alive in front of him.

"You've done quite well, just a bit impulsive," Lin Hai commented as if evaluating a subordinate's job performance.

The Old Director's hands were already starting to tremble.

The way he looked at Lin Hai changed from seeing him as a murderer to a deep reverence.

"I, you... this..."

"Aren't you going to unbind me?" Lin Hai asked in a cold voice, his tone intensifying a few notches.

"Oh, oh, unbinding, I'll unbind you now." The Old Director hastened to unlock Lin Hai's handcuffs, his attitude taking a one-hundred-eighty-degree turn.

"My identity needs to be kept confidential, you understand."

The Old Director hurriedly nodded: "Rest assured, I understand."

Ouyang Xiaoya and the others were also anxiously rushing over at this time.

"Lin Hai, how are you?"

Seeing Lin Hai, Ouyang Xiaoya asked with concern.

Lin Hai smiled and said, "I'm fine now, CEO. There was a misunderstanding just now but I have already clarified it with the Old Director."

After finishing his words, he glanced at the Old Director without a trace.

At this moment, the Old Director had completely retracted his earlier impulsive and violent temperament, looking like an obedient child, and quickly said, "It was a misunderstanding, my fault, a misjudgment, I apologize."

"By the way, how are the little girl and her father holding up?" Lin Hai was most concerned about this matter now.

Hai Wuyan shook his head, "The situation is very bad; the medical facilities in this county town are too poor."

"And the doctors' skills are inadequate. I've already had people call for experts from Yanjing, but at best it will take five hours... "

Saying this, Hai Wuyan felt a deep sense of self-blame. He resented the fact that he did not possess exquisite medical skills and regretted not carrying better medicine when he left home.

Seeing Hai Wuyan's self-reproach, Lin Hai patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, let's go now, I know a bit about medical skills."

Hearing the words "medical skills," Ouyang Xiaoya's originally worrisome and sorrowful eyes brightened.

Could the beastly Lin Hai really know medical skills, perhaps he could find a way?

Previously, Ouyang Xiaoya had looked down upon Lin Hai completely, but as they came into more frequent contact, she discovered that Beast Lin would occasionally bring some surprises; these surprises often came without any prior warning. Now, reflecting carefully on everything from lockpicking, to medical skills, to his insights on the company's security system, to his methods for diffusing crises, to his sharp judgment on other matters, all indicated that Beast Lin was a talent with potential.

"Mr. Lin also knows about medical skills?" Hai Wuyan was somewhat surprised.

He had just witnessed the corpses of those robbers, their foreheads pierced through with a precise finger, a testament to the kung fu mastery of the assailant.

He believed it was Lin Hai's doing, but he did not expect that Lin Hai knew medical skills.

"I know a bit about it, let's go, we need to get to the hospital as soon as possible."

Seemingly wanting to compensate for his earlier mistake, the Old Director quickly interjected: "My police car is outside, I'll take you guys. Running a red light or two is justifiable for emergencies."

"Hehe, this doesn't count as misuse of an official vehicle, does it?" Lin Hai asked with a smile.

"Who would dare? Everyone in Shahe County knows how hard I work every day solving cases!" The Old Director boasted with a pat on his chest, slightly agitated, as if he particularly disliked anyone accusing him of misusing official vehicles; he was an honest and somewhat naive person.