Lin Han looked at the person in front of him, and his heart finally softened.

"I'm not angry." He was holding a snack that a certain adjutant thought he had well hidden in his hand, and his palms were slightly sweaty.

In any case, the fact that I heard the other party's thoughts was not originally approved by the admiral.

Ever since he discovered that he had this special ability, Lin Han was only sure that when his hands came into contact with other people's skin without any obstruction, he could hear what the other person was thinking at that moment, and he might be about to say it right now.

If so, it may be subconscious that has not been noticed yet.

Of course, regardless of whether the other party realizes it or not, the result Lin Han heard will never lie.

It was definitely impossible for the admiral to say those words. As for whether it was subconscious... Lin Han was a little hesitant. After all, when the other party pulled off his gloves, the moment was too short. He Yunting probably didn't have time to say anything else. He just wanted to say it right away.

Don't face it yourself.

Lin Han was very confused.

He felt that he should be angry, but he didn't know what he wanted to be angry about.

"Yeah." He Yunting seemed to finally feel relieved after hearing Lin Han's words, and his voice didn't seem so cold anymore.

"Then..." Lin Han shifted his gaze from the snack bag to He Yunting's face, "General, am I leaving?"

"Yeah." He Yunting still responded briefly.

But he seemed to be thinking about something, and made another move after a second.

He opened the snack box again, grabbed a large handful in his hand, and threw it into Lin Han's arms. He still said nothing.

"..." Lin Han felt dumbfounded for the first time, "General, how old is your birthday today?"

He had heard about He Yunting's deeds. Due to his natural mental strength, pheromones and physical strength, he joined the army much earlier than ordinary people. In addition, he repeatedly performed extraordinary feats through life and death, and was highly appreciated by the emperor. He was promoted several times as an exception. This

He became the object of admiration by thousands of people.

At this moment, the youngest general's eyes darkened a little, as if he felt that the number of his birth date had no meaning at all, and casually said: "I forgot."

But soon he moved his lips again: "But today, I am happy."

Lin Han was stunned.

It took him a few seconds to remember why He Yunting said this.

Because I said happy birthday to him today.

Lin Han hugged the snacks in his hands tighter, and finally there was a light smile in his voice: "Okay, I will wish you a happy birthday on the general's birthday from now on."

"Yeah." Although the answer was still the same, the last bit of haze in He Yunting's eyes was swept away.

"Goodbye." He said to Lin Han while preparing to start the aircraft, "be careful these days."

"If you need anything, please contact Lu Anhe."

"Look for me."

He Yunting said the last sentence very quickly, as if he wanted to cover up the sentence he said, "Look for Lu Anhe."

"Okay." Lin Han said.

He thought of the man who stabbed He Yunting with the dagger today, and also thought of the man who stole the sample when the two met for the first time.

He didn't know what happened, or where He Yunting and the others would investigate, but he always felt a little uneasy.

Thinking of this, Lin Han suddenly looked at his hands.

"General." He called to He Yunting.

Blue eyes fell on him in response.

"If you have any doubts about someone, if you don't mind or it doesn't involve confidentiality, you can choose to tell me," Lin Han was still holding a lot of Lu Anhe's snacks, looking down at the colorful and colorful things that were not in line with a soldier's preferences.

Packaging bag, voice clear, "I might be able to help."

He knew that it was not easy for He Yunting to stand in this position, and he also knew that he must have faced this kind of thing countless times today.

Although the man in front of him still made him a little defensive about his thoughts, but no matter what, he must be a kind person.

Maybe my insignificant ability can help him.

After all, the incident happened at the prince's dinner, and He Yunting was the one who was almost injured. No one dared to neglect it.

He Yunting still hadn't rested in the past few days, and his training and life were as usual. Anyone who looked at it would be glad that the general was not injured at the dinner that day. He was still the feared but courageous general.

Only Lu Anhe took time to change He Yunting's dressing every day and complained: "It's all my fault for the last two times, otherwise the injury would have almost healed."

He Yunting said nothing, just frowned and waited for Lu Anhe to finish changing.

Seeing his unhappy expression, Lu Anhe asked: "Boss, it still hurts?"

He wanted to ask the team doctor if he should ask for an anesthesia, but he knew that He Yunting would definitely refuse, so he held back.

"It's okay." He Yunting said without emotion.

"I tried to be as gentle as possible. It will be fine soon, bear with me." Lu Anhe said, wrapping his shoulders quickly, and suddenly thought of something, "Then when Mr. Lin changes it for you..."

He Yunting glanced at him and said in a cold tone: "It doesn't hurt either."

The school committee member of Middle School Lu felt aggrieved: "Oh."

Just as he was talking, someone knocked on the door, and the autopsy report of the omega who committed suicide after a failed assassination attempt at the prince's dinner was handed over.

Lu Anhe quickly gave up the idea of ​​joking, took it, read it quickly, and handed it to He Yunting.

After He Yunting finished reading it from beginning to end, Lu Anhe spoke.

"The man was nowhere to be found last time, but according to people who saw him, he also had a scar on his gland."

"This time..." He pointed to the report in He Yunting's hand, "It's exactly the same."

He Yunting said nothing, only looked at a line of words on the report.

"It was initially determined that the pheromone concentration in the blood of the deceased was too high, and the whole body was in a state of excitement at the time of death."

This sentence is very strange.

At first glance, it may seem like a description of estrus, but anyone who has seen the scene would not think so.

If it is estrus, as mentioned above, it is obvious that no inhibitor has been used.

If an omega doesn't use inhibitors, how is it possible that no one in the audience can smell the other's pheromones?

It's impossible not to leak out at all.

Moreover, the omega in estrus has no strength at all, but He Yunting used a lot of strength to restrain the man. What's more, He Yunting is an alpha. There is a natural power disparity between the two. How could the omega assassinate or commit suicide?

How can everyone have so much strength?

But after that person died, he looked just like a weak omega.

But the big problem is that these people are like puppets on strings, and the people behind them don't seem to have much hope. The best thing is to succeed, and failure is just an irrelevant chess piece.

Too few clues.

He Yunting closed the report.

Lu Anhe raised his head and looked at him: "Boss, what should I do? I have been secretly checking all the people I have come into contact with recently to see if there are any omegas with injured glands in the back of their necks."

"Okay." He Yunting nodded, thought of something, and asked, "Of those people, who else has come to see me recently."

The people he spoke of were obviously the peacemakers and radicals who argued endlessly all day long.

"Recently, especially after hearing about your incident, many people have said that they want to come to express condolences." Lu Anhe said, "Although it is just a guess, I think His Highness the Prince cannot rule out suspicion."

He Yunting's eyes turned cold, and he tapped the report with his fingers.

"Keep checking."

"Also," he thought deeply, and added, "get a vague idea of ​​who Wen Tianyao has been in contact with recently - the key is to see who he is in contact with."

Lu Anhe nodded and accepted the order, pushed the door open and went out.

He Yunting was left staring at the information in the report, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

But before that, Lin Han received an uninvited guest during his short rest day.

In the past, he would often choose to stay in the institute on his days off, but the workload recently was indeed not heavy, and he remembered what He Yunting said a few days ago, so he finally decided to go home and rest.

Probably because he had lightened up his work schedule, Lin Han, who had never been sleepy, actually slept at home alone for most of the day.

He was awakened by a knock on the door. He yawned and went to open the door in a daze.

"Hello Mr. Lin, my surname is Chen, and I am your dance teacher."

Lin Han rarely slept in. He looked at the other person with misty eyes for a long time, almost thinking that he was hallucinating.

This dance teacher, who calls himself Chen, is wearing a straight uniform, a serious expression, and a pair of slightly old-fashioned glasses. His whole person looks meticulous and tight.

Lin Han saw "Third Mecha Ground Art Troupe" posted on the right side of his uniform.

Lin Han's brows twitched, with an ominous premonition.

However, the other party was very polite and patient, and repeated what he had said before.

Lin Han rubbed his eyes: "Sorry, I have never found a dance teacher. I'm sorry."
To be continued...