Chapter 117

Inside the office.

Old Liu sat at the computer, while Chen Fan stood by the projector and said, "The specific technology has already been sent to your computers. What I can give you for now is the image-enhancement technology. Everyone take a look and learn from it. If you don't understand something, that's fine—because the physics and functions involved here are quite numerous."

Old Liu said, "No need to explain so much; we don't understand it anyway. Just give us the software and tell us how to use it. As for how to keep developing this technology further, that's a job for the young people."

A forensic examiner said, "It's fine, we'll do our best, don't worry."

Chen Fan froze for a moment, looking at the man seated in the front row.

Li Tian leaned close to Chen Fan's ear and said, "Qu Yiling's teacher."

Holy shit, badass, ruthless.

Got to admit, among so many students, Qu Yiling's teacher is the most impressive. Qu Yiling herself is basically a hexagonal warrior in this field.

This person is always in a state of learning, always in a state of progress.

Several trainees and teachers had all arrived. These newcomers stood beside the teachers, assisting. What surprised Chen Fan was that Xiang Qinqin also had a teacher—the mortician from before.

Chen Fan stared in astonishment as the old man, leaning on his cane, said, "I'm not suitable?"

"No, no, I just don't understand this system very well…"

"I also switched over from forensic medicine. Most people in mortuary work came from forensic medicine. It's just that times are better now, and many young people like to study it."

Li Tian said, "In the country, when it comes to cutting people open, you're number one—I have nothing to say. But when it comes to restoration, this old gentleman is number one."

Holy shit, badass—Chen Fan instantly perked up.

Thanks to Li Tian's tireless efforts, all the computers in the room were last year's newest models.

There is no way around it. Allocating sufficient funding to procure computers for an official government system is not feasible. Moreover, even after purchasing the computers, they must undergo rigorous inspection, which involves numerous complex procedures that cannot be handled carelessly.

The ceiling fan in the room started spinning wildly.

Outside it was raining, the raindrops tapping idly against the window.

Chen Fan sat at the computer, comparing data from old cases.

Li Tian's group chat had already exploded. Many people had submitted their cases, hoping to seize this opportunity to finally crack them.

"This image—you could say you're doing abstract art, and I'd believe it."

"No choice. Back then the sampling was all we had. This was a case in an alley—a woman was hacked to death by someone who just wanted to rob her. The handprint was on the wall. The investigators had no choice; after taking photos, they weren't satisfied, so they cut that piece of the wall down too."

Chen Fan gave a thumbs-up directly. Badass. This guy is the real deal.

Old cases are called old cases precisely because, back then, due to various environmental factors and everyone's lack of experience, they could only remain unsolved mysteries.

After enhancing the image, he began comparing it. From the image, Chen Fan extracted the needed fingerprint, then put it into the database for matching.

The computer's main unit was spinning wildly—the sound didn't sound like a brand-new computer at all.

Li Tian stared at the machine and said, "What the hell is this?"

"Nothing I can do about it. You have to understand, my software has strict hardware requirements—otherwise it just can't run. You should go apply for more funding later."

"Damn, even this won't work? My computer is from five years ago, for crying out loud."

Chen Fan didn't respond, but soon the software prompted a successful match.

The room's notification sound told everyone that Chen Fan had matched a person.

He sent it to the officer in charge.

The officer has already over forty years old, now the head of a local police station.

Upon receiving the message, he instantly perked up, staring hard at the man. Damn it—this guy, the station head knew him.

Never expected it to be that old scumbag. Damn.

He immediately brought people, ready to go make the arrest.

For the station head, this case was a thorn stuck in his heart.

Back then, he had only been a junior officer handling this case. Later, when he went to the family's home to investigate, he saw the impoverished room, the impoverished house, and two very young children.

At the time, the two children—the older brother asked the station head, saying, "My mom hasn't come back yet. Mom will be back soon."

The station head had been so angry back then he almost exploded. Later, these two were arranged by the station head. What left the station head speechless was that the older brother joined the army, and the younger brother became a police officer—now one of his own men.

The two of them drove straight to a hotel.

Without a word, they kicked the door open.

Once inside, several people pinned the man on the bed down.

The station head's eyes were moist at the corners. He finally managed to say that line.

"Finally caught you."

"I was just, you know, hiring a singer. No need for this, right?"

"Twenty years ago, Chengxiang Village Street, Alley Number Three…"

The man instantly lost the will to resist.

"Look clearly, damn it. This child was only three years old back then. Only three! If no one had adopted them, they would have starved to death."

The young officer who made the arrest had a firm gaze. Only after putting the man into the police car did he finally wipe the tears from the corner of his eye and ask the station head for a cigarette.

"I'll call my brother later. My brother's at the border."

"Mm, alright. You two haven't let your mom down. Today I'm giving you the day off—go buy some paper offerings and take them to your mom. Burn them for her."

"Got it."

"Oh right, do you have enough money in your pocket? Tell your new mom—they've been good to you too."

"Enough, enough, Master, it's all enough. Don't worry."

The station head, a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked at the sky clearing after the rain. At that moment, he felt his whole body relax.

Technology really is a good thing.

At this time, Li Tian shared the joy.

And during the livestream, he elaborated on the matter. Countless people cheered along, gifts flying everywhere.

Even the director, who had seen this kind of scene many times, was wiping tears from the corners of his eyes.

Damn it, f*cking hell, these people really deserve to die.

Bai Lu had long since been crying her eyes out, and Sister Jing Tian was also holding a tissue, elegantly dabbing at the corners of her eyes.

Teacher He said between sobs, "It's really hard, catching people."

Qin Ming said, "Yeah."

At this moment, the camera cut to Chen Fan. Chen Fan's face was utterly calm, with no expression at all—impossible to read any joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness from him.

Well, this guy's empathy is an absolute luxury.

This guy is just a cold machine, a person cold-blooded to the extreme.

Ding-dong.

Another sound rang out in the room. Xiang Qinqin looked at the computer in front of her master and said, "Master, is this the match?"

"Mm, I took a shortcut. Normally you'd use a dozen or so fingerprints to confirm, but I started searching after matching seven or eight. Got lucky—there was only one person who fit."

Li Tian leaned over, glanced at the photo, and said, "This one—no, it's not this person. I've heard of this case. When the crime happened, this guy was still out of town—he was caught on camera there."

In an instant, Li Tian fell silent.

The old man said, "Can you guess why?"

"Holy sh*t, it's twins. F*ck. I was wondering why it felt so weird. This is an alternating case—those two bastards."

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On Li Tian's end, he began contacting people to make the arrest, but the suspect was out of town, so they needed to get in touch with the local police station to lock down his location.

"Technology's good these days. Basically, as long as you've ever used your ID card, catching people is way too easy."

Li Tian looked at Chen Fan and said, "Seven or eight—is that theoretically possible?"

"Of course it's possible. Most of the fingerprints in your database come from people who've committed crimes before, or from fingerprint records taken in certain regions. But you have to understand, the number of people who actually get their fingerprints recorded is very small, so there's a probability issue. Fifteen just makes the probability more accurate, but seven or eight actually works too. You have to realize, someone matching this closely is basically like winning the lottery."

"Mm, that's enough then. With such a low probability, just get me the person, and I'll pry his mouth open in minutes."

Watching the video, everyone was now in a state of complete mental freeze.

As for the case itself, no one cared anymore. Instead, they were thinking—is this what they call the miraculous skill of a forensic examiner?

Teacher He said, "Uh, if it's this amazing, then wh~y not develop forensic medicine further?"

"Because the cost is too high. An excellent forensic examiner is fed on corpses."

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Once Qin Ming explained, everyone was immediately stumped. Is this something a human being can actually say?