Chapter 17
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 an adjutant thought was well hidden, and his palms were slightly sweaty.
In any case, the fact that I could hear the other party's thoughts was not originally allowed by the admiral.
Ever since he discovered that he had this special ability, Lin Han was certain that when his hands touched another person's skin without any obstruction, he could hear what the other person was thinking at that moment. It could be words that were about to be spoken at the moment, or it could be the subconscious that had not yet been detected.
Of course, no matter whether the other party realized it or not, the result Lin Han heard would never lie.
The admiral would definitely not 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 should not have had time to say anything else. He just immediately wanted to avoid facing it.
Lin Han was very confused.
He felt that he should be angry, but he didn't know what he was angry about.
"Yeah." After hearing Lin Han's words, He Yunting seemed to be relieved, and his voice didn't seem so cold anymore.
"Then..." Lin Han moved his gaze from the snack packaging bag to He Yunting's face, "General, I'm leaving?"
"Yeah." He Yunting still responded briefly.
But he seemed to be thinking about something, and after a second he moved again.
He opened the snack box again, grabbed another handful of snacks, and threw them into Lin Han's arms, still without saying a word.
"..." Lin Han felt like he didn't know whether to laugh or cry for the first time. "General, how old is your birthday today?"
He had heard of He Yunting's deeds. Due to his natural mental strength, pheromones and physical strength, he joined the army much earlier than most people. Later, he went through life and death and made outstanding achievements, which won him the emperor's appreciation. As an exception, he was promoted several times, which made him an object of admiration for everyone.
At this moment, the youngest admiral's eyes dimmed a little, as if he felt that the number of his birth date was meaningless, and he said casually, "I forgot."
But soon he moved his lips again: "But today, 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 held the snacks in his hand tighter, and finally a hint of laughter appeared in his voice: "Well, from now on, I will wish you a happy birthday, General."
"Yeah." Although it was the same answer, the last bit of haze in He Yunting's eyes was also wiped away.
"Goodbye." As he prepared to start the aircraft, he said to Lin Han, "Be careful these days."
"If you need anything, you can find Lu Anhe."
"Looking for me."
He Yunting spoke the last sentence very quickly, as if he wanted to cover up what he had said, "Find Lu Anhe."
"Okay." Lin Han said.
He remembered the dagger that stabbed He Yunting today, and also remembered the person who stole the sample when they first met.
He didn't know what had happened, nor did he know where He Yunting and the others would start their investigation, but he always felt a little uneasy.
Thinking of this, Lin Han suddenly looked at his hands.
"General." He called He Yunting.
The blue eyes fell on him in response.
"If you have doubts about someone, and if you don't mind or it doesn't involve confidential information, you can choose to tell me." Lin Han was still holding a lot of Lu Anhe's snacks. He looked down at the colorful packaging bags that were completely out of place for a soldier, and said in a clear voice, "Maybe I can 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 such things as today countless times.
Although he was still a little wary of the man in front of him's thoughts about him, he must be a kind person no matter what.
Maybe my insignificant ability can help him.
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After all, it happened at the prince’s dinner party, and it was He Yunting who was almost injured, so no one dared to neglect him.
He Yunting has not rested these days, and his training and life are still the same as usual. Anyone who sees it would be glad that the admiral was not injured at the dinner that day, and he is still the terrifying yet courageous general.
Only Lu Anhe took the time to change He Yunting's dressing every day, complaining: "It's all because of these two times. Otherwise, the injury would have healed almost immediately."
He Yunting didn't say anything, but just frowned and waited for Lu Anhe to finish changing.
Seeing his unhappy expression, Lu Anhe asked, "Boss, does it still hurt?"
He wanted to ask the team doctor whether he should ask for an anesthetic, but he knew that He Yunting would definitely refuse, so he held it back.
"Not bad." He Yunting said without any emotion.
"I'll try to be gentle, it will be over soon, just bear with it." Lu Anhe said, bandaging his shoulders swiftly, and suddenly thought of something, "Then when Mr. Lin changes you..."
He Yunting glanced at him and said in a cold tone: "It doesn't hurt."
School Committee member Lu Zhong said aggrievedly: "Oh."
As he was speaking, there was a knock on the door, and the autopsy report of the omega who had failed in his assassination attempt at the prince's dinner and ended up committing suicide was handed over.
Lu Anhe quickly gave up his joking intention, took it, quickly read it, and handed it to He Yunting.
Lu Anhe spoke only after He Yunting finished reading it from beginning to end.
"The man from last time could not be found, but according to people who saw him, he also had a scar on his gland."
"This one this time..." He pointed at the report in He Yunting's hand, "It's exactly the same."
He Yunting didn't say anything, just looked at the line of words on the report.
"Preliminary assessment showed that the pheromone concentration in the deceased's blood was too high, and his entire body was in an excited state at the time of death."
This sentence is strange.
At first glance, it seems like a description of the estrus period, but anyone who has seen the scene would not think so.
If it is the estrus period, as mentioned above, it is obvious that inhibitors have not been used.
If an omega doesn't use inhibitors, how is it possible that no one in the room can smell the other's pheromones?
It's simply impossible for nothing to leak out at all.
Moreover, an omega in estrus has no strength at all, but He Yunting used a lot of strength to subdue that man. What's more, He Yunting is an alpha. There is a natural disparity in strength between the two. How could an omega have such great strength when assassinating or committing suicide?
But after that person died, he looked no different from a weak omega.
But the big problem is that these people are like puppets, and the people behind them don’t seem to have much hope. Success is the best, but if they fail, it’s just one less insignificant chess piece.
Too few clues.
He Yunting closed the report.
Lu Anhe looked up at him and said, "Boss, what should we 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, then thought of something and asked, "Who else has come to see me recently?"
The people he was referring to were obviously the peace advocates and radicals who argued endlessly all day long.
"Recently, especially after hearing about your incident, many people said they wanted to come and express their condolences." Lu Anhe said, "Although it's just speculation, I don't think His Royal Highness can be ruled out as a suspect."
He Yunting's eyes turned cold and he pointed at the report with his fingers.
"Keep checking."
"Also," he pondered, and then said, "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 pushed the door open to go out.
Only He Yunting was left staring at the information in the report, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
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But before that, Lin Han welcomed an uninvited guest during his short day off.
In the past, he would often choose to stay at the research institute on his days off, but the workload has not been heavy recently, and thinking of what He Yunting said a few days ago, he finally decided to go home and rest.
Perhaps because of the reduced workload, Lin Han, who was never sleepy, slept for most of the day at home alone.
He was awakened by a knock on the door. He yawned and went to open the door in a daze.
"Hello Mr. Lin, my last name is Chen, and I'm your dance teacher."
It was a rare opportunity for Lin Han to sleep in. He looked at the other person for a long time with hazy eyes and almost thought he was hallucinating.
The dance teacher who claimed to be surnamed Chen was wearing a neat uniform, had a serious expression, and wore a pair of slightly old-fashioned glasses. He looked meticulous and tense.
Lin Han saw the words "Third Machine Base Art Troupe" on the right side of his uniform.
Lin Han's eyebrows twitched, with a bad feeling.
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. Sorry."
"You really don't." Teacher Chen looked very old-fashioned, "But I am indeed here to teach you how to dance."
"……?"
Lin Han looked at him helplessly: "No matter who asked you to come, I won't learn."
The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, and the man pushed his glasses and told the truth: "The admiral sent me."
“…”
"He said Mr. Lin doesn't know how to dance, so he asked me to teach him."
"…What else did he say?"
"The admiral also said that Mr. Lin must learn it."
“………………”
Lin Han recalled what he said to He Yunting that day.
In addition to telling him that she might be able to help, she also said that she would wish him a happy birthday on his future birthday.
...So, He Yunting probably understood that he would dance with him on his birthday in the future?
That's not necessary.
Lin Han raised his hand to close the door: "Tell him that it's not necessary."
But the dance teacher did not give up. He stubbornly stuck to the door frame, standing still.
He came with a mission.
The general said that if Mr. Lin insisted on refusing, he should say this.
So the man managed to calm down and adjusted his glasses. The reflection of the glass flashed in front of Lin Han.
He said: "For the glory of the empire!"
“…………”
The author has something to say: For the sake of the empire (he) country (bsp; Here it comes!
I want to try to write a plot for this book, which is my weak point. I try hard.
However, the main plot is still to serve the emotional line.
Kiss!
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