Chapter 150: Going to the Clubhouse to Run a Pyramid Scheme on the Hostess

The corpse was curled up, still warm—clearly, it hadn't been dead long.

In the officers' eyes, this person might have been killed by the boss or some big shot, but in a medical examiner's eyes, that wasn't certain.

"Mm, bring it along, inside the clubhouse."

Xiang Qinqin said, "Actually, that's not necessary either—I have a dedicated dissection room here too."

There's one here too?

Chen Fan looked at Xiang Qinqin. Xiang Qinqin said, "My teacher used to be a medical examiner. This place has always had an active Fayibu Sect—it's just that very few people come by, so the dissection room fell into disuse. But it still works. My thinking is, since the body is still warm, dissecting it now would be a lot more convenient."

That really is rare—medical examiners seldom get to cut into a body that's still warm.

As the saying goes, opportunities like this don't come often. Something warm has to be handled while it's still warm.

A few people carried the body and arrived at the funeral home.

An old man, leaning on a cane and accompanied by a student, walked out and gave a glance indicating it was over there.

The group here entered this medical examiner's dissection room.

In the observation room, Qin Ming explained, "A long time ago, medical examiners were actually combined with the funeral home for use. But later on, with human experimentation, organ transplants, scientific research and the like growing more and more, medical examiners branched off on their own and became a professional discipline."

'Forensic anthropology, pathology, blood analysis and so on propped the discipline up. But for our country, these are still only at the starting stage—a lot of medical examiner dissection rooms haven't even been dismantled yet.'

Chen Fan ran his hand over the table here and found it unusually clean.

Old Liu said, "Don't overthink it. That man's work, I'm at ease with—an old craftsman. It's just that later, because his craft was too good, he ended up doing this kind of work."

"Craft too good can also be?"

"Mm, restoration. You know, even rarer than medical examiners are morticians. Remember, a mortician—not a cremation worker—there's an essential difference. A mortician is actually a variant of a medical examiner; you have to be familiar with the human body to restore it well."

In the observation room, Teacher He and the others looked at Qin Ming. Qin Ming said helplessly, "Sigh, morticians have always been a headache—because the demand really isn't much, yet they can't be done without. Everyone hopes their 25-year-old relative can leave with dignity; who wants their loved one to leave missing arms and legs? There are reasons for all this."

"Not everyone can stick with it. A lifetime of skill, just used for makeup and the like. Sigh, Old Chen, all these years, persisting this long—it's not easy."

This old man's surname was Chen—an ancient surname, the same as Chen Fan's. The old man was called Three-something.

Chen Youwei.

Leaning on his cane, the old man stood at the door.

A man holding a rice bowl ate on the side, scooping it with Lao Gan Ma, and said, "Not easy. How many years has it been since anyone dissected here?"

"Pretty good, I guess. It is pretty rare, but being able to help out isn't bad either—after all, something fresh and warm is good for scientific research."

"What thing? I don't get this stuff. Is this stuff useful?"

"Can write papers."

At this moment, Old Liu could not contain the excitement in his hands and carefully made the first cut.

"Remember to record all the data, and copy that video over there for me later. Don't some of you people like academics? This is the best kind of academia—this is already infinitely close to a living person, understand?"

Everyone understood well.

Still, is this polite?

Someone who just died, and they're dissecting them right away—is that really appropriate?

Here, Chen Fan deliberately slowed his cutting pace, and then found a small amount of residue in the stomach.

Xiang Qinqin's blood test over there also got results.

The two exchanged a glance and arrived at the same answer.

Old Liu said, "Not beaten to death?"

"The fatal injury wasn't from beating—it was poisoning. Just detecting this toxin will take a little more time."

"Being able to confirm it's poisoning is enough. Li Tian can track the person down."

The audience, watching the twisting story, froze on the spot—not death by beating, but poisoning.

Someone wanted this person dead?

At this moment, Li Tian, who was in charge of the interrogation, took the call, was immediately dumbfounded, and then quickly scanned the people sitting in the chairs.

Carefully observing each person.

Everyone was too timid to meet Li Tian's eyes—that was normal; police naturally have an innate ability to restrain criminals.

But those weren't the looks Li Tian needed.

"Who did the dead person have the most contact with?"

"Uh, just someone who helped us look after the pregnant woman."

"Fine, let me ask it another way. The dead person—who beat them? Speak—whoever killed them pays with their life."

Someone dropped straight to their knees on the ground and said, "I really didn't go hard on him! I just kicked him a few times and he was gone. I really didn't mean to beat him to death. We were just making money—we really don't kill people."

Li Tian continued questioning, "What if the child had a miscarriage?"

"Then… then…"

"Speak."

"Then we'd find a way to get her pregnant again, and then pull some connections to do a paternity test and make a fake one."

The lead Li Tian needed had appeared.

"This person—who were they close to, exactly? To put it precisely, this person took care of who? How many people?"

"Two, two."

The person kneeling on the ground nodded hard.