A Scientific Urban Detective

Lin Wuming and his group chose to strike directly at the enemy's lair. But in the end, they found nothing – the headquarters of the "Biological Age" mercenary organization was already deserted.

That was because the twelve snipers were their entire combat force, and the remaining few were just administrative and logistics personnel who had fled as soon as they realized something was wrong.

Lin Wuming didn't choose to pursue them. Instead, he thoroughly searched the headquarters, packed up all the computers and documents, and handed them over to the police reinforcements who arrived to take over.

By the way, he also went to the police headquarters with them…

"Congratulations, student Wuming, your kill count has increased by eight more."

In a small conference room, an unfamiliar but familiar-looking male officer said to Lin Wuming.

"Although you did it, I won't show you the scene. Two others were seriously injured, and one was lucky enough to dodge your attack in time."

"Someone actually dodged?" Lin Wuming asked in surprise.

He had used "bullet time" to counterattack, and the actual time was almost negligible.

Unless the enemy immediately ran away after firing, it was impossible to avoid his counterattack.

"The one who escaped was their leader. Including the two survivors, they all participated in the attack against you during the previous Talent Factory case, so they had some experience," the officer said.

"No wonder…" Lin Wuming nodded.

Last time at the Talent Factory, those snipers had emptied their magazines. This time, however, they only fired one shot and immediately prepared to move, obviously learning from their mistakes.

But that reaction speed was still not enough.

Because Lin Wuming's "reaction" was getting faster and faster.

"Yes, your counterattack is too fast," the officer said. "It's almost like you were prepared in advance, just waiting for them to attack."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense!" Huangquanchuan Aihui pushed the door open and entered.

"No, I'm just saying…" the male officer quickly said. "We investigated the roadside surveillance footage and specifically asked experts to analyze it, confirming that student Wuming was indeed not prepared in advance, just… simply reacting quickly."

"I was somewhat prepared." To avoid drawing too much attention, Lin Wuming explained, "I usually release my mental power as a warning radar."

The officer felt as if something had gently brushed past his hair. He raised his hand to wave it away, but caught nothing.

"The intensity isn't high, like a breeze," Lin Wuming explained. "But it's enough for use as a warning, and it's very energy-saving."

Adding a patch to his extraordinary performance, Lin Wuming then took the initiative to ask, "So, have you found the mastermind behind this? Who wants to kill me?"

"I'm sorry, we don't have accurate information yet," the officer said. "According to the information seized from their headquarters, we can confirm that this organization has maintained long-term contact with Tsugedong Junzo, but there is no direct evidence to show that this assassination was also planned by Tsugedong Junzo."

I guessed it wouldn't be him – Lin Wuming thought to himself, but on the surface he said, "In any case, you must catch him as soon as possible, otherwise who knows what he will continue to plot in the dark."

"We know, we're working hard," the officer said with a wry smile.

Although this sounded like Lin Wuming was assigning them a task, it was hard to refute, after all, Lin Wuming had really been assassinated in the street.

If Lin Wuming himself wasn't strong enough to avoid injury and even kill the enemy, the situation would have been unimaginable.

The necessary statements had all been taken, and Lin Wuming was familiar with the process.

"So, we can leave now?" he asked tentatively.

"Don't go home," Huangquanchuan Aihui said, "You're going to stay in the hospital for two days. The ward is already prepared."

"But I'm really not injured," Lin Wuming quickly explained. To be precise, he wasn't injured in this incident, but he already had a bunch of old, unhealed injuries.

"Do you think I would believe that?" Huangquanchuan Aihui glared at him. "Or rather, would the public believe that?"

The victim is unharmed, but the perpetrators are wiped out… Such a truth is likely to cause public opinion to deviate.

Therefore, Huangquanchuan Aihui thought it would be better for Lin Wuming to stay in the hospital for a while.

So, Lin Wuming was put on an ambulance and rushed to the hospital, where he was admitted to his usual ward.

"I'm not injured this time," Lin Wuming explained preemptively when he saw Mingtu Zhuihun walk into the ward with a straight face.

"I know," Mingtu Zhuihun sighed, "But your previous injuries…"

"I think I'm recovering well," Lin Wuming said preemptively again, "I haven't delayed my recovery due to usual activities."

"I know," Mingtu Zhuihun nodded again, "So I'm saying, we can do a follow-up examination, and then you don't have to wrap yourself up like a mummy anymore."

"I see." Lin Wuming breathed a sigh of relief.

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Mingtu Zhuihun said quietly, "Have you reached the point where you come to the hospital even when you're not injured? And everyone thinks it's a matter of course…"

The hospital ward is now practically Lin Wuming's second home, which made Mingtu Zhuihun very emotional.

…

The next day, Shokuhou Misaki came to the hospital ward to visit Lin Wuming.

Handing the peeled apple to the visiting girl, Lin Wuming couldn't help but complain, "Why is it that I, the patient, am taking care of you instead?"

"Senior Wuming isn't injured, is he?" Shokuhou Misaki said, "Besides, you guys won't let me use a knife."

"Indeed, let us handle these small matters from now on, Queen," Kazakiri Hyouka said.

Hachimiya Megumi, with skillful movements, flipped a folding knife up and down in her hand, quickly peeling, cutting, and skewering the other three apples onto a plate with toothpicks.

"I'm done here too."

Lin Wuming and Kazakiri Hyouka both reached out to take an apple slice.

"Why… is it this kind of development again?" Shokuhou Misaki felt that this scene was familiar.

"Well, never mind." Without thinking too much, Shokuhou Misaki looked at Lin Wuming and asked through "telepathy", "Senior Wuming, are you going to continue going to the twelfth school district next?"

"Of course, otherwise wouldn't it make us look guilty?" Lin Wuming responded decisively, "Besides, the police force and Judgment will definitely focus on that area recently, so it's actually safer."

"Understood, I'll show my face there too," Shokuhou Misaki said, "It's no secret that I'm helping Senior Wuming find the culprit. It's a good opportunity to…"

"Be careful," Lin Wuming urged.

"Don't worry, I have Hyouka-nee."

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