Chapter 128: Trafficking More Professional Than Human Traffickers?

The next day, Bai Lu and Gao Ye left, and because the show had exploded in popularity, the direct result was that both of them got their own movies and TV dramas.

This resource needs to thank Chen Fan, just as Chen Fan said, please, on this show, I'm the traffic star, I'm a fresh pretty boy, you women are just window dressing.

Chen Fan got his own uniform, custom-made by Forensic Doctor Old Liu who specially had someone tailor it. With the outfit, he also had his own credentials, and now Chen Fan had also received his own share of honors.

His position was the most basic forensic doctor, but everyone in the circle understood that Chen Fan's promotion and raise were a certainty in the future.

As for how high he would climb, no one knew.

White coat pulled on deeper, he casually tidied his hair, Chen Fan pushed open the door, and the photographer standing at the entrance froze for a long while, staring at Chen Fan.

"What? Don't recognize me?"

"Uh, suddenly feel, a bit unexpected, you, this handsome."

"Nonsense, I'm a fresh pretty boy, if I'm not handsome, how can I be a fresh pretty boy, are you messing with me?"

At this moment, the photographer's face was full of bewilderment, as if to say, no bro, fresh pretty boy, is this really how you do it?

You must have some misunderstanding about fresh pretty boys.

Arriving at the cafeteria, Chen Fan lowered his head and ate breakfast. Old Liu came over, handed Chen Fan a pen, and said: "For you, consider it a little gift from me."

"Hmm, what's this thing for?"

"Nothing, just for showing off, but remember, keep an eye on it. Losing pens in the office is a very common case, with absolutely no leads."

On the barrage, early-rising viewers were venting their various emotions.

"Hahaha, this is real, I'm a civil servant, I can prove it."

"Sigh, yesterday's case, no follow-up? I want to know, how exactly will it be handled in the end."

"Sounds so upsetting, so, how exactly will it be handled, isn't there anyone giving an explanation?"

"Chen Fan is so handsome."

This is the human world, some people care about the child's issue, but some only care about the joy the show itself brings them. Empathy, not everyone has it.

A few newcomers arrived at the cafeteria.

"Old Song over there sent me a message saying the person has been dealt with."

Dealt with?

Old Liu kept talking to everyone on his own.

Chen Fan said: "Found out?"

"Yeah, checked the surveillance from nearby 930. This woman drove, threw the kid over by the garbage dump, hastily covered it up and ran. Actually she panicked too. The younger brother simply had no way to carry his older brother that far. The reason he said he pushed him was entirely to express that this was something he did himself."

The people at the table didn't speak.

Here, Old Liu continued: "Don't underestimate today's minors. Minors all understand one principle, and that is, if they commit a crime themselves, they won't bear responsibility."

"In this kid's home, we found books related to the law, and even in the kid's phone search history, we found the relevant search traces."

Chen Fan said quietly: "In the future, one day, if something happens to me, remember, please definitely smash my phone and computer."

Hahahahaha.

Xu Xintong and Chen Ti looked at each other and laughed.

On the newspaper over here, what was written was about Chen Fan.

But this wasn't written about fresh pretty boy Chen Fan, it was written about forensic doctor Chen Fan.

A forensic doctor, using one's own skills, helped solve cases, and independently created the nation's first image enhancement technology, adding an academic dimension to the discipline of forensic science.

Qu Yiling said: "I estimate a lot of people are going to scold you, this technique might become a mandatory exam topic in the future."

At this point, Old Song walked in, bringing two people.

Old Liu took a sip of porridge and looked at the photos and clues the other party had given.

"Take a good look."

Old Liu looked, then handed it to the people beside him.

Old Song lowered his head and said: "Chen Fan, let me tell you something, there's a matter where I need to borrow your traffic-star identity."

"Mm, go ahead, we're in the same system now."

"Yeah, you're really decent."

"The price."

Get lost.

Old Song's face darkened as he said: "Is it appropriate for us to bring up money?"

"Very appropriate, I need to make money now, otherwise how will I marry a wife in the future. How about this, if your daughter marries me, I'll pretend this never happened, how about it?"

"My daughter is actually very ugly, very fat. Although she's your fan, my daughter really won't do, go wreck some other family."

"Tch, so stingy."

"You'd better have a son in the future, if it's a daughter, I'll go back with my wife and have another son, then ride a ghost-fire motorcycle and park right downstairs at your place."

Hey, you've gone too far.

Chen Fan's fists were already clenched.

Old Liu here handed the documents to the few newcomers.

Xu Xintong said: "Mm, from the traces, the time of death is indeed so."

"What I want you to look at is the left and right hand."

Xu Xintong froze for a moment, then stared at the blood, feeling a bit of a headache for the time being.

Here, Qu Yiling said: "It's the left hand. Anyone who understands trace analysis can basically tell it's a left-handed person, it's just that, this strength, is quite something."

Old Liu froze for a moment, then said: "Can you tell how many strikes?"

"Uh, I can't tell, I just feel the strength isn't small."

Then he handed the documents to others, and everyone began to shake their heads.

Over here, Old Liu handed it to Chen Fan, who said, "It should be thirteen strikes. Basically, by the fifth strike, the person was already dead. The remaining eight were inflicted after death."

Venting anger, or what?

That matter was for the officers to analyze.

The two officers who had made the introductions stood up at once, saluted Chen Fan, and said, "Thank you, everyone."