Chapter 131: Let's Look It Up—Maybe It Really Is a Kidnapper

"Hahahahaha, that killed me, I laughed so hard I cried."

"No way, Chen Fan, how can you be this fast?"

"Are these people idiots? They even smelled the soap~, and just fell for it on the spot?"

"No, wait, isn't the composition of this soap a bit complicated."

Meanwhile, in the observation room, Qin Ming stared curiously at the screen and said, "This seems a bit off."

Off?

Everyone was baffled.

Qin Ming said, "Right, this should be a kind of knockout trick, but a knockout trick takes time—you have to wait for the body to absorb the drug before it reacts. This stage can take ten-plus seconds, even a full minute, because if the dose is too heavy, it can easily kill someone, and on top of that, it can even cause damage to the human brain."

"Then what's the deal with Chen Fan's?"

"Generally, a drug this fast-acting can only cause irreversible consequences. Chen Fan is probably going to have to take responsibility, but I took a look, and the reactions of those people lying down don't seem to be a problem."

Teacher He said, "Knockout tricks, I usually only see them in TV dramas and movies. Do they really exist in real life?"

Qin Ming said, "They do. Actually, the earliest knockout tricks were just a knockout drug ingredient—most of the choices were really just sleeping pills meant for animals, just with a fairly heavy dose. But then, as times changed, that old bait-with-small-favors approach got dropped. You have to understand, back in the day there were few cameras, so taking someone away was actually easy. Now it's not that easy anymore, so naturally something's off."

That "off" was used quite a few times in a row.

"You celebrities, are the fields you dabble in really that broad these days?"

The moment those words came out, even Hu Ge couldn't hold it in and said, "Sorry, I didn't want to laugh, but I just couldn't hold it in. Probably Chen Fan is the only one of his kind; the rest of us aren't there yet."

Meanwhile, the few trainees in charge of the dissection kept their heads down, looking at the corpse in front of them, though some of them were sneakily watching Chen Fan's livestream on their phones.

Old Liu, of course, understood perfectly, and said, "You know why I don't reject the director's scripts?"

No one answered; everyone looked at Old Liu.

"You can get famous, and you can use this channel to step into the entertainment industry, or become an internet celebrity—after all, internet celebrities make a lot of money now. Heading toward something good isn't really a mistake."

He set down the knife, cupped a heart in his hands, and handed it to Xiang Qinqin beside him.

Old Liu went on, "Originally I planned to hype up a CP for you, and whatnot, manufacture talking points, but that's actually putting the cart before the horse. What I wanted was to promote forensic medicine. But if hyping it up this way gets more people paying attention, then I don't really mind."

"If you like it, go ahead and watch."

The few of them hurriedly tucked their phones away.

Qu Yiling didn't speak; off to the side, she was weighing the heart and observing the condition of the blood inside it.

"It didn't die of suffocation—the person was already dead, and the fire happened afterward."

Old Liu chuckled and said, "Since you've put your phones away, that means you think you were wrong. And since you think you were wrong, write me a five-thousand-word self-criticism."

Qu Yiling held back a laugh.

Old Liu went on, "You write ten thousand words."

": Why, teacher?"

"Who told you to jump to a conclusion? I told you to state the cause of death, not to ask you when the person died. Judgments about before and after death come only after the dissection is completely finished. The way you're thinking right now is dangerous—once that idea forms, everything you do afterward will follow whatever's in your head."

Xiang Qinqin ignored him.

"You, two thousand words."

"Ah, why?"

"Not speaking doesn't mean you won't make mistakes, but it also means you're afraid of making mistakes. What is there for a forensic doctor to be afraid of making mistakes about?"

Everyone's face darkened—they got it now; Old Liu was really getting angry.

They just couldn't quite figure out where Old Liu's anger was coming from.

Seeing what was happening on the forensic side, Sister Jing Tian said, "I roughly understand why Old Liu is angry. In Old Liu's eyes, Chen Fan truly has talent—he's a born forensic expert. But this guy always neglects his main job and lights up skills in all sorts of weird places, and that really gets under Old Liu's skin."

At the kindergarten, Chen Fan was found by Old Song.

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't you ask me to play a kidnapper?"

"Yes, but what are you doing with these passersby?"

", Is there a problem? Selling people, abducting and trafficking kids—there's really no challenge to it. Better to traffic adults. Please don't lump me in with ordinary kidnappers and treat us as the same type. If I'm going to do it, I'm going to be the king of kidnappers."

Get lost, is your competitive spirit being used in the wrong place? What's there to fight over in this kind of thing?

"What's going on with your soap?"

"It's just a simple soap."

Old Song took it, gave it a sniff, and with a thud, dropped straight to the ground.

Judging by the sound, that noggin should be cooked through.

Over here, Zhang Tianxiong immediately got ready to carry the person off.

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't you tell me to cooperate with you and carry the person off together?"

"That's a police officer."

"Who says police officers can't be trafficked?"

Your horizons have certainly broadened.

Chen Fan took out a bottle, opened it, and let the fainted Old Song smell it. Old Song woke up and said, "No, what just happened to me? How did I drop? Wait—the soap."

He smelled it again, and with another thud, dropped to the ground once more.

Even Zhang Tianxiong, with all his professional training, couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

The audience had long since laughed themselves into hysterics, all kinds of bullet comments flying everywhere, and the server's load capacity once again took a beating.

The director stood in the studio and said, "This thing is pretty impressive. Did Chen Fan develop it?"

"Most likely, but from what Qin Ming seemed to be saying, this stuff can cause harm to people. Yet Chen Fan's version can't cause any damage—that level of skill is no small feat."

"If he were to research drugs, he'd probably be a pretty impressive person."

The staff looked at the director as if he were an idiot. The director scratched his head and said, "Right, expecting Chen Fan to do a good deed is basically impossible. This guy simply wouldn't do something like that."

When Old Song woke up again, he confiscated Chen Fan's soap on the spot and said, "This thing is too dangerous, confiscated. From now on, you're not allowed to use it again. Also, the drill continues. Let's see what other tricks you've got."

Chen Fan's middle finger never stopped. After a few passersby woke up and realized it was a show, they all said they were a bit creeped out, but they didn't make a fuss. After taking a photo with Chen Fan, they left.

Zhang Tianxiong and Chen Fan squatted by the roadside. Chen Fan, a cigarette dangling from his lips, said, "Sigh, isn't this making things hard for me? I prepared so much, what's the point?"

"Mm, it really is underhanded."

"Right? I told you, Old Song just can't afford to lose."

"No, your methods are underhanded. You used some kind of drug, that's too much, the technique isn't great, this isn't appropriate."

": We're criminals right now, okay?"

Zhang Tianxiong nodded. Right, they were criminals.

Meanwhile, at the kindergarten gate, Old Song and a few SWAT officers watched from the side.