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Chapter 253 - 251 Lin Lulin Falls!

Chapter 253: Chapter 251 Lin Lulin Falls!

If Nan Zhubin’s case sharing just now was merely a one-sided accusation of Lin Lulin’s drug abuse,

then this time, Lin Lulin used himself as an example to help Nan Zhubin validate his allegations.

The truth of the matter was laid bare.

Nan Zhubin’s final questions were more urgent and angrier each time.

This emotion spread through the means of [Emotional Infection], inexplicably agitating an audience that might not have felt much initially.

As for those with strong professional ethics, their original anger was further reinforced.

Sharp gazes one after another nearly pierced through Lin Lulin!

Perhaps gifted by a survival instinct, Lin Lulin suddenly seemed to muster strength, breaking free from Nan Zhubin’s hand, staggering backward to retreat.

He wanted to rush out of the auditorium. Even knowing he couldn’t escape, this was his only thought at the moment.

At the very least, leave here! Leave the encirclement of so many sharp eyes!

[Run, run... while everyone hasn’t reacted yet...]

"Dad!" A sharp cry suddenly rang out.

Among the crowd, Director Xia had already leapt up.

Upon hearing this cry, he accelerated like a car with a nitrogen boost.

His temples showed flecks of white hair, but his agility exceeded that of the university students around him. The middle-aged man wasted a bit of time getting out of the seat, but quickly closed the gap with Lin Lulin in just a few strides, grabbing the latter’s coat and skillfully pulling him backward.

The moment Lin Lulin stumbled, Director Xia’s iron grip clasped his neck, sweeping his right leg past the other’s knee. With the snapping sound of fabric tearing, the dull thud of bodies colliding, and a short cry of pain—

"...Ah!"

Lin Lulin’s body was airborne for a moment.

Then—

Bam!

Director Xia used Lin Lulin as a cushion, employing seizing techniques to bring both of them to the ground, then pinned Lin Lulin’s every struggle beneath his weight, showing muscular lines beneath his thin shirt.

Director Xia quickly tore off Lin Lulin’s suit jacket, dexterously tying the sleeves behind his back. On the third loop through the elbow crevice, Director Xia tightened the edges, the fibers letting out a faint crackling sound.

A standard reverse bow tie formed at the center of Lin Lulin’s shoulder blades.

After completing this, he looked up and loudly cleared the students away: "Step back, step back! I’m a policeman!"

Upon hearing this,

everyone quieted down immediately except for a few international students on site.

However, other closely involved persons, such as Nan Zhubin, the Chairman, the Principal, and the Dean of the Psychology Department, still approached.

Director Xia frowned, preparing to speak, when he suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind him.

Turning his head, he saw Xia Tian hurrying down the steps, shouting from afar: "Mr. Nan—are you alright?"

Then skidding to a stop in front of him: "Ah, Dad, are you okay?"

Director Xia sniffed, not speaking. Looking down, he found that Lin Lulin had already fainted.

The cold sweat and distorted expression on the middle-aged professor’s face puzzled Director Xia, didn’t he use much force?

"He was already injured." Nan Zhubin, who arrived, cleared up Director Xia’s doubts.

"I kicked him earlier, cracking his sternum. Now being press-down face-first by you, he’s likely passed out from the pain of old injuries flaring up."

Ignoring some strange parts of this explanation, it at least clarified the situation at hand.

Director Xia nodded, not paying much attention to Nan Zhubin, swiftly beginning to handle the current situation.

Clearly, he was ready to take over.

Director Xia made a call first, seemingly calling for people. He then declared a few words in a quite official manner to the gathered Chairman and others, as the matter involved many aspects. After all, dealing with investigations, evidence, and subsequent statements would require interacting with them.

Having completed these, Director Xia maintained his restraining posture, finally turning his attention to Size Zhubin.

Unknowingly, his grip had tightened a bit—fortunately, Lin Lulin was already unconscious.

"Mr. Nan, right?"

Nan Zhubin nodded.

"I just listened to your whole report, and I roughly understand the situation. It’s not easy for you, and you’ve done well."

Giving a lukewarm acknowledgment, then a twist: "Through your actions today, I understand what you care about. But I must tell you—regrettably, today’s footage or anything else cannot be key evidence. Your Micro-expression Analysis skills indeed surface what’s understood but aren’t sufficient as evidence."

"We will still need some time afterwards to gather evidence—the actual evidence. We may also notify you for a statement, hoping you will cooperate then."

The tone was very rigid.

Yet it was also explaining to Nan Zhubin.

His explanation was reasonable since at the podium, Nan Zhubin was just "displaying" Lin Lulin’s micro expressions when confronted with problems.

But in reality, Lin Lulin did not provide any "testimonial" information.

If Lin Lulin had broken down like Wang An, shouting and revealing the matter, it would have been different.

Clearly, Lin Lulin’s psychological resilience was somewhat stronger.

Though, even if what Nan Zhubin provided wasn’t enough to convict Lin Lulin in the end, taking him for detention and interrogation was possible.

"If you know of any key evidence, feel free to contact us at any time," Director Xia added, his tone still stiff.

Xia Tian couldn’t help but pout.

After saying this, Director Xia lost the desire to continue conversing with Nan Zhubin.

However.

"If we’re talking about evidence, there really is some," Nan Zhubin suddenly said.

"Do you remember the last question I asked Lin Lulin on stage...no, at the podium?"

Nan Zhubin, not caring about Director Xia’s attitude, spoke respectfully, with a very amiable smile: "Lin Lulin has a private ledger. Besides that, I know he also has a USB drive."

Director Xia’s eyes lit up: "Do you know where they are?"

Nan Zhubin shook his head: "I don’t know."

Director Xia squinted, the light in his eye sockets not dimming, but beginning to kindle.

"But...I can find out."

Nan Zhubin smiled: "Using [Micro-expression Analysis]."