Chapter 105: Who Really Killed Whom?

Li Tian didn't care for now whether Chen Fan was the gambling god—he only needed the evidence he wanted.

In the observation room, several outsiders could use their minds to speculate.

Teacher He said: "Why stitch two people together?"

Sister Jing Tian said: "Though I don't understand criminal investigation, I know one thing—the more seriously you do something, the more you're hiding something else."

Bai Lu said: "Really?"

Sister Jing Tian said: "You like Chen Fan."

"No way, no way, not at all, really not, ah, drink some water, drink some water, Sister Jing Tian."

Sister Jing Tian spread her hands and said: "See? The more seriously you try to hide it, the more it proves it's true."

Pfft—hahaha.

Hu Ge laughed beside them and said: "This is really rare, Qin Ming, what do you think?"

"I don't know. This case is the first I've heard of. Usually, the most tedious part of a headless case is identifying the victim—but this time, we can identify the identity, no, we still might not be able to confirm it, something's off, something's off."

Qin Ming stood up and looked at the screen.

Everyone had been joking and chatting about whether Chen Fan was the gambling god, but Qin Ming's words left them stunned.

Chen Fan's intense sense of disconnection began to appear.

Li Tian and Chen Fan looked at each other. Soon, Old Liu walked out from the DNA comparison lab and said quietly: "Three people."

"The body belongs to someone else—the head, arms, legs—one person; the head, arms, legs of another person."

Oh my god.

Cheng Ruofei dropped the plate he was holding in shock.

The livestream viewers were instantly stunned into silence.

Fuck.

Several people stared at Old Liu.

"Your intuition was right—three people. The disconnection is strong."

Chen Fan said quietly: "Then this case is big. Li Tian, you've got your hands full."

Li Tian dragged over a chair and sat right beside the table, staring at the corpse, lost in thought.

What are you trying to tell me?

Chen Fan was calm, watching Li Tian, and said: "Should I light a candle for you? Let you communicate with the dead?"

"Huh?"

"Move aside, the forensic team's working—you're just a muggle."

Li Tian suddenly remembered—right, there were forensic experts—he'd forgotten. That was definitely odd.

"Sorry, sorry, occupational habit. You guys, go ahead, you guys."

Several trainees began processing in batches—the torso was assigned to Chen Fan and Old Liu; the other two bodies were handled by the rest.

Split into two groups.

Chen Fan and Old Liu's group had Chen Fan as the lead surgeon.

They carefully cut open the skin and tissue, comparing them.

"Internal organs missing."

That was the most direct impression.

Old Liu nodded seriously.

Chen Fan held the scalpel, his gaze sharp, sliced off a piece of flesh, placed it on a steel tray, and said: "This is odd."

Old Liu looked down and said: "Looks like we know what's going on."

"Yeah, pretty much confirmed."

Li Tian said: "Give me a clue."

Neither Old Liu nor Chen Fan spoke. Chen Fan said: "Nothing much. This person had an illness before. Check hospital records."

Li Tian left the room, doubtful.

Chen Fan said: "I'm going out first."

Zhang Tianxiong said: "Why is Chen Fan wearing a mask?"

Old Liu said: "Forensic technicians usually wear masks to prevent saliva or other secretions from contaminating the body, and to guard against possible diseases. You should know—dead bodies often carry infectious diseases. Protection is necessary."

"Then why is Chen Fan wearing a mask?"

"Nothing. You really want to know?"

"Yeah, I do."

"He's wearing it because he's afraid he might laugh out loud during the autopsy and disrespect the deceased."

Zhang Tianxiong thought today had gone too far—how could such a person exist in this world?

In the hallway, the cameraman wisely didn't follow. Chen Fan said to Li Tian: "Organ trafficking—don't overthink it. You know what you know. Just act."

"Organ trafficking? Fuck—I think I get it now. The person who stitched the body wasn't the killer—he did it on purpose, to make us notice and then go after that organization."

"Exactly. The other side was very careful—they used aliases when reporting names and obscured faces. They still don't know we've figured it out. They think we're just chasing a deranged serial killer."

Damn.

Li Tian's back went cold. "Any other clues?"

Chen Fan pulled out a plastic bag. "This thread—you can investigate it. It's not common thread on the market. The lab results have already been sent to your phone."

"You've been quietly doing all this?"

"Of course. Yesterday's case—that guy watched the livestream and ran off. Last night, those people and Director Liu held a meeting. We had to mislead the killers. Only by succeeding in the deception would they let their guard down."

"Well done. Awesome. Wait—I'm going to drag out this whole group this time."

Chen Fan was speechless and said, "Then you'd better hurry. You should know that the person who gave us the clue must be in grave danger right now."

How could Li Tian not understand? He could only start working overtime to investigate.

Back in the observation room.

Teacher He said, "What do you think the murderer's purpose is in doing this?"

Chen Fan said, "I don't know. Anyway, after the investigation, it was found that the person whose body was discovered had some kind of illness. The only clue is the hospital. Generally, such illnesses have medical records. Later, we'll compare them and do a profile. That will be Li Tian's job."

Inside the laboratory, several people were still busy.

Someone extracted some soil, someone extracted a bit of hair, and someone else extracted some fragments of flesh and so on.

This flesh did not belong to any of those three people.

All five people received their respective scores.

Chen Fan leaned over to Sister Jing Tian and said, "You know more people. Tell me, where can one play cards?"

"You want to play cards?"

"Just asking."

"I'm not familiar with this area."