Chapter 100: The Culprit Locked Down in Twelve Hours (Please Support, Sixth Update)

"I can't take it anymore, my blood pressure is rising. Damn it, I'm going to kill this guy."

"Damn it, I have a relative who got locked up and is doing very well in there. This unlucky bastard, he better not get caught. If he does, I'll call my relative inside and have him killed."

"What the hell, this is a beast. I'm really f***ed."

"No, why? Give me a reason. Why?"

Once the personnel information was confirmed, the rest was simple: conduct the most basic crime scene investigation.

Old Liu and the others found the man's house, pushed open the door, and were immediately drawn in by a wave of foul stench.

Everyone felt something was wrong.

At that moment, Old Liu rushed into the kitchen first. After taking a look, he covered the camera directly and said, "Don't film, don't film."

The cameraman only took a glance, then his eyes went black. This young man, so strong, couldn't hold it together anymore; his head spun, and he sat straight down on the ground.

Xiang Qinqin took a look, then immediately covered Qu Yiling's eyes and said, "Don't look, don't look."

Qu Yiling said, "I have to face this sooner or later. I must look."

Qu Yiling walked into the kitchen, took a look, and instantly sat on the ground, tears flowing down involuntarily. At that moment, elegance, character, and personality were all gone.

What remained was a very, very deep fear.

Old Liu looked at Qu Yiling, worried for a moment, and said, "Are you okay?"

Qu Yiling did not answer.

Chen Fan stepped forward and slapped him right there.

The slap shocked everyone. Qu Yiling froze, staring fixedly at Chen Fan. Chen Fan said, "Come to your senses, come to your senses, come to your senses for me."

"I... you hit me... you..."

"Come to your senses! You're losing your soul. If a person loses their soul, they're ruined. Forget about working here for the rest of your life. Haven't you always wanted to find your parents?"

Qu Yiling fell silent, stood up quietly, and said, "Teacher, I'm sorry. I made a fool of myself. Don't worry, it won't happen again."

Old Liu sighed with relief and said, "Ah, good, good. No soul lost, no soul lost. That's better than anything. You go out first. Don't touch this for now. Everyone, get out. Chen Fan, you and I will handle it."

Chen Fan nodded, unusually not joking around, and the two of them handled the scene.

Flies were buzzing around wildly, and blood carried by the flies was everywhere inside the house.

There was fresh blood on the ground, as well as the remaining body parts that could not be cleaned away.

There were far too many things to be found at the scene.

Fingerprints, various traces, a dazzling array. Even a rookie police officer could deduce and find the specialist based on these clues.

Chen Fan observed the surroundings, calculating seriously, and said, "Truly interesting."

Interesting?

The others looked at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan stood near the doorway and said, "Didn't you notice that the other houses around here are all empty?"

"New houses, low occupancy rate. Very normal."

Chen Fan said, "Right, but this thing here is a bit strange."

Chen Fan crouched down, looking at the gravel and soil on one side.

The police officer and Old Liu instantly became alert and began collecting samples.

"How long until you have the results for me?"

Just as Old Liu was about to answer, Qu Yiling said, "I'll go back now. It takes fifteen minutes to get back, thirty minutes to run the experiment. I'll give you complete data in no more than an hour."

Xiang Qinqin held the fingerprints and said, "I'll go back first to process the fingerprints."

Old Liu and Chen Fan looked at each other.

Chen Fan greeted them and said, "Cameramen, you all go out first. Don't film this part. I'm worried the audience's tolerance is too low; they can't handle it."

Everyone was very confused.

The director said, "Just show it directly. We'll blur it with a mosaic. It's fine."

Chen Fan and Old Liu felt speechless. Well, fine, if you want to see it.

The cameraman held up the camera and walked inside.

The second cameraman, supported by Chen Fan, forced himself to stand still with a calm expression.

The image was blurry, but one could see round objects of white and black mixed together in the blur.

The director instantly knew what it was. Recalling the hotel manager seen earlier and that smiling Miss, he immediately began to feel nauseous.

He hugged the trash can and started vomiting.