Can read minds and not mark

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, all Lin Han was sure of was that when his hands were in unobstructed contact with someone else's skin, 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, no matter whether the other party realizes it or not, the result Lin Han heard will not be deceptive.

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 felt 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, which won the emperor's appreciation and was promoted several times. 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 birth date had no meaning at all, and said casually: "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 told him happy birthday 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 as he prepared to launch the aircraft, "Be careful these days."

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

"Find 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 still held a lot of Lu Anhe's snacks and looked 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 him 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, complaining: "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 wanted an anesthesia, but he knew that He Yunting would definitely refuse, so he held it 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 and only looked at a line of words in 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 seems 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 party's pheromones?

It's impossible not to leak out at all.

Moreover, the Omega in estrus had no strength at all, but He Yunting used a lot of strength to restrain the man. What's more, He Yunting was an Alpha, and there was 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. It's best to succeed, and failure will only be an irrelevant chess piece.

Too few clues.

He Yunting closed the report.

Lu Anhe looked up at him: "Boss, what should I do? I have been secretly checking whether there are any Omegas who have suffered injuries to the glands in the back of their necks among all the people I have come into contact with recently."

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

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

"They have been there recently, especially after hearing about your incident, they have said 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.

"Continue to check."

"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 where the contact is."

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 He Yunting's words a few days ago, so he finally decided to go home and rest.

Probably because of his reduced 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.

The 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."

"It's true that you haven'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 from you."

The two were in a stalemate for a while. The man pushed up his glasses and told the truth: "The admiral sent me here."

"..."

"He said Mr. Lin didn'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 he might be able to help, he also said that he would also wish him a happy birthday on his future birthdays.

...So, He Yunting probably understood that he would dance with him on his birthday in the future?

You don't have to.

Lin Han raised his hand to close the door: "Tell him, it's not necessary."

But the dance teacher did not give up. He stuck to the door frame very persistently and remained motionless.

He came with a mission.

The admiral said, if Mr. Lin insists on refusing, just say this.

So the man reluctantly calmed down and adjusted his glasses. The reflection of the glass flashed in front of Lin Han——

He said: "For the glory of the empire!"

"........."