Chapter 147

Chen Fan gave many photos.

During the period, someone suddenly thought of something and asked people to look for it.

It was really found.

One might be a coincidence, but two, three?

Then, at this moment, everyone looked at Chen Fan, no longer mocking, no longer feeling that Chen Fan was young. At this moment, everyone felt that Chen Fan was a god.

A god of crime.

The old police officer said, "I'm worried... someone will challenge you, after all, you are on live broadcast."

Chen Fan said, "It's okay, go ahead. I like it most when others challenge me."

The class lasted until evening. Throughout the process, everyone was laughing and happy; usually, in these kinds of seminars, everyone just goes through the motions.

But very few people actually learn anything.

Chen Fan, however, was truly teaching everyone something.

"For example, when reconstructing a scene, we use fingerprints, footprints, and bloodstain analysis the most."

"① The convergence area and origin of bloodstains;"

"② The type and direction of force that caused the bloodstains or spatter; ③ The mechanism that produced the blood spatter; ④ Ways to help understand how blood adhered to evidence items;"

"⑤ The positions of the victim, the perpetrator, or the weapon during the blood spatter process; ⑥ The possible movements and directions of the victim, perpetrator, or weapon after the spatter; ⑦ Supporting or refuting the statements of the accused and/or eyewitnesses; ⑧ As an additional indicator for inferring the time of death; ⑨ Whether it corresponds with other laboratory and pathological test results."

Chen Fan was writing rapidly on the blackboard.

"So, what about fingerprints? The angle of force, the intensity of force, the direction of force? We all find these difficult, right? This requires someone with professional physics knowledge to handle."

"Like this, for example. Or like this."

Chen Fan picked up a stick and began to demonstrate.

Everyone nodded one after another.

The corridor was already packed with people; not just the corridor, but even the aisles inside the room were full of people standing.

"Here, the footprints, combined with the fingerprints in this spot—I should have been holding it like this. Let me demonstrate for you."

Chen Fan entered the room, pulled on the wall, and then, holding the stick, rushed over and struck down.

Then he immediately pinned the person to the ground and went at them with the stick.

Old Song rubbed his head; he now suspected that Chen Fan was settling a personal score.

Chen Fan said at this moment: "At this point, there should be some fiber debris on my buttocks. The person resisting would definitely have brushed against me with their legs. At this time, it's best to prioritize checking this area."

"I get up, panicked, my hands land on the ground, I sit on the floor, listless, reflecting, fearful."

"Then I run away directly, taking the weapon with me. This is the last bit of self-protection I can think of."

Someone gave a thumbs up and said: "Damn, that's incredible."

Everyone looked at this person. The person in charge stood up and said: "This case was handled by my team. I watched the surveillance footage—it's exactly the same, completely identical, even the breathing and the look in the eyes. Chen Fan, your acting skills seem pretty good."

Everyone laughed, and Chen Fan said: "Stop cursing."

Huh? Why was that cursing? Everyone didn't quite understand.

Chen Fan continued: "I'm a 'little fresh meat' idol; how could I have good acting skills?"

Hahahaha.

The crowd laughed unrestrainedly.

In the evening, several bigwigs set up a table with drinks and told Chen Fan he had to have some tonight.

Chen Fan and Old Song found it hard to refuse, so they agreed.

The cameraman followed along. In the words of these bigwigs, it didn't matter; let them film. "We walk straight and sit upright; let them film whatever they want. What's wrong with eating? Can't we even have a meal?"

"Eat without worry, this money is my bonus, I have my own money."

"Stop bragging, Old Zhang, that's your wife's family's money."

"So what? If my wife has money, that means I have money."

Everyone laughed. At the table, they ate, drank, and shared stories of the cases they had experienced over the years.

Chen Fan sat to one side, listening.

"You guys are doing a live variety show, right? Let me tell you about an interesting case. It must have been ten years ago; I handled a case where a person was shot and killed at the market."

Everyone was stunned. Good heavens, that was no small case.

"After the incident, everyone heard the sound, so we went to investigate. As it turned out, ballistics analysis was useless, and the forensic examiner couldn't find any gunpowder residue either. I looked at the surrounding environment."

"Then I brought out the police dog, using blood and such as a lead, and the dog actually found it—it was a steel ball."

What the hell.

A steel ball?

Everyone looked at the police officer who was speaking.

The audience was stunned.

The officer continued: "Surprising, right? I was surprised too. But I was thinking, what kind of steel ball? Then, my child was playing with a slingshot at the time, and I discovered the steel ball was identical. I found the person selling popcorn nearby and asked. The popcorn seller said that one had indeed popped out at that time."

?????

What the hell.

Everyone felt speechless. Actually, the popcorn seller was even more speechless—an unprovoked disaster.

"Isn't it strange? The case didn't involve much compensation later on, after all, it was an unintentional accident, and the person had given advance notice, telling everyone to be careful. But that one-in-a-million probability just happened."

Someone took a sip of wine and said: "Let me tell you something, Chen Fan, help me make a decision."

Chen Fan listened.

"I have a friend..."

Everyone looked at this officer and sighed helplessly.

They knew what it was about.

"He was my informant. When we closed the net, this person was gone. The traces left at the scene included a lot of blood. I have no idea what to do now. I've been looking for three years."

Three years.

Three whole years.

Chen Fan said: "What do you want me to do?"

"I just want to know, look at this photo, can you give me a lead?"

Chen Fan took the photo; it was already quite old. Chen Fan looked at the blood in the photo and said: "Hmm, this area is a gunshot wound to the arm. The person didn't die, don't worry."

???

This is possible too?

Everyone looked at Chen Fan.

"Human blood actually comes in many colors: light red, dark red, bright red, etc., once you remove the oxidation factor. And the officer took the photo quite quickly. I can tell it's blood from near the arm, not blood from internal organs, so the person is fine."

The officer instantly became alert; the dejected officer perked up and said: "Not dead? Then why hasn't he contacted me in three years?"

Everyone was worried about other things. An informant is just an ordinary person, and it's very easy for such a person to get involved in crime.

Chen Fan said: "That won't happen, don't worry. You can continue to pursue it, or think about the previous location. Try hard to remember; he must have left you clues."

The officer looked at the photo and said: "Reason?"

"Just one footprint; the other footprints are meaningless. I can tell from this person's footprint that he was shot at the time, but he fell to the ground, then crawled up, and then walked forward. An injured informant continuing forward—there is only one reason: he discovered something more important, even more important than the case you were watching."

At the table, everyone fell silent. Those who were planning to drink put down their glasses.

"This case was pursuing drug traffickers. Recently, the same drugs have appeared in my area; I should be able to find this person."

"Analyzing the drugs? I'm good at that, leave it to me. Give me the drugs to analyze, and I can tell you the environment and the place of origin."

???

No, wait, useless knowledge has started to increase. Why does it feel like my brain is starting to grow?

"Should we still eat?"

"Pack it up, take it back, and solve this case directly. Chen Fan is here, we can't waste this. Since Chen Fan believes in this person, we believe in him too."

Everyone stood up, drove, and headed to the special office.

Someone brought the drugs, and Chen Fan began to test them.

— Author's Notes —

PS: Seeking support, follow-up reading, thank you everyone.

PS: Seeking a follow-up reading.