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

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

In any case, the fact that he heard the voice of the other party had never been approved by the admiral.

Since discovering that he has this special ability, Lin Han can only be sure that when his hand is in contact with other people's skin without any obstruction, he can hear what the other person is thinking at this moment, and it may be that he is about to say it now. If so, it may also be the subconscious mind that has not yet been noticed.

Of course, no matter whether the other party realized it or not, the results Lin Han heard would never lie.

It was absolutely impossible for the admiral to say those words. As for whether it was subconscious or not... Lin Han was a little hesitant. After all, when the other party pulled off his gloves earlier, the moment was too short. He Yunting should not have time to say anything else. Don't confront 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 with.

"Yeah." He Yunting seemed to finally be relieved when he heard Lin Han's words, and his voice didn't seem so cold.

"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.

However, he seemed to be thinking about something, and after a second, he moved again.

He opened the box of snacks again, grabbed a large handful in his hands again, and threw them into Lin Han's arms, but he still didn't say a word.

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

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He had heard of He Yunting's deeds. Due to his innate mental strength, pheromone and physical strength, he joined the army much earlier than the average person. In addition, he made extraordinary achievements in his life and death, which won the emperor's appreciation and was promoted several times by exception. became the object of admiration.

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

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 snack in his hand tighter, and finally brought a brisk smile in his voice: "Well, I will wish you a happy birthday on the general's birthday in the future."

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

"Goodbye." As he prepared to launch the aircraft, he said to Lin Han, "These days, pay attention to safety."

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

"Find me."

The last sentence He Yunting said quickly, as if trying to cover up the sentence "Looking for Lu Anhe" that he said.

"Okay." Lin Han said.

He remembered the dagger that stabbed He Yunting today, and the person who stole the sample when the two first met.

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 stopped He Yunting.

The azure blue eyes fell on him.

"If you have any doubts about someone, if you don't mind or don't involve secrets, you can choose to tell me," Lin Han was still holding a lot of Lu Anhe's snacks, looking down at the colorful ones that didn't suit a soldier's preferences at all. Packing bags, in a clear voice, "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 person in front of him still made him a little wary of his own thoughts, he must be a kind person no matter what.

Perhaps this insignificant ability of his own can help him.

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

He Yunting has not rested for the past few days, and his training and life are still as usual. Anyone who sees it is glad that the general was not injured at the dinner that day, and he is still that fearful but courageous general.

Only Lu Anhe took time to change He Yunting's dressings every day, complaining, "It's all to blame for the last two times, otherwise the injury will soon be healed."

He Yunting didn't speak, just frowned and waited for Lu Anhe to finish changing.

Seeing his displeased expression, Lu Anhe asked, "Boss, does it still hurt?"

He wanted to ask if he wanted to ask the team doctor 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 try to be as light as possible, I'll be fine soon, be patient." Lu Anhe said, wrapping his shoulders neatly, and suddenly thought of something, "When Mr. Lin changes it for you..."

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

Senior High School Lu was aggrieved: "Oh."

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

Lu Anhe quickly put aside his joking thoughts, took it over, quickly read it again, and handed it to He Yunting.

Lu Anhe didn't speak until He Yunting had read it from beginning to end.

"The man was nowhere to be found last time, but according to those who witnessed him, there was also a scar on the man's gland."

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

He Yunting didn't speak, just looked at a line of words on the report.

"It was initially identified that the concentration of pheromones in the blood of the deceased was too high, and the whole body was in a state of excitement when he died."

This sentence is strange.

At first glance, it looks like a description of the estrus period, but anyone who has seen the scene will 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 scent of the other party's pheromone?

It's impossible not to leak at all.

Moreover, the omega in estrus has no strength at all, but He Yunting used a lot of energy to restrain the person, not to mention that He Yunting is an alpha, and there is a natural disparity in strength between the two. How could an omega be assassinating or committing suicide? All have so much strength?

But after the man died, he looked no different from a weak omega.

But the big problem is that these people are like puppets one by one, and the people behind them don't seem to have much hope. It is best to succeed, and to fail is only one less important pawn.

Too few clues.

He Yunting closed the report.

Lu Anhe looked up at him: "Boss, what should I do? I've been secretly checking all the people I've been in contact with recently to see if there are any omegas with injured glands in the back of their necks."

"Okay." He Yunting nodded, thinking of something, and then asked, "Those people recently, who else has come to me."

The people he spoke of were obviously peacemakers and radicals who were arguing all day long.

"Recently, especially after hearing about your incident, they all said they wanted to come to condolences." Lu Anhe said, "Although it's just speculation, I don't think His Royal Highness can rule out the suspicion."

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

"Continue to check."

"Also," he pondered, and added, "a vague understanding of who Wen Tianyao has been in contact with recently—the key is to see which side he is in contact with."

Lu Anhe nodded in agreement, pushed open the door and went out.

Only He Yunting stared at the information on the report, frowning deeper and deeper.

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

In the past, he often chose to stay in the research institute for his rest days, but the workload recently was really not big, and after remembering what He Yunting said a few days ago, he finally decided to go home to rest.

Probably because the relationship between work has eased, Lin Han, who has never been drowsy, slept at home alone for most of the day.

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

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

Lin Han rarely slept late, and looked at the other party for a long while with his eyes blinded, almost thinking he was hallucinating.

The dance teacher, who claimed to be surnamed Chen, was wearing a straight uniform, a serious expression, and a pair of old-fashioned glasses. The whole person looked meticulously tense.

Lin Han saw "The Third Machine Methyl Art Troupe" on the right side of his uniform.

Lin Han's brows jumped, and he had an unpredictable premonition.

However, the other party was polite and patient, and repeated the previous words.

Lin Han rubbed his eyes: "Sorry, I've never looked for a dance teacher. I'm sorry."

"You really didn't." The teacher Chen looked very old-fashioned, "but I did come 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 were deadlocked for a while, and the man pushed his glasses and said the truth: "I was sent by the admiral."

"..."

"He said that Mr. Lin couldn't dance, and he specially asked me to teach him."

"...what else did he say?"

"The general 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 wish him a happy birthday on the other party's 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 and was about to close the door: "Tell him, no need."

But the dance teacher didn't give up because of this. He stuck to the door frame and stood still.

He came with a mission.

The admiral said that if Mr. Lin insisted on refusing, he would 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!"

"..."

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