Chapter 163

The man kept smiling and said nothing.

Chen Fan, on the other hand, added.

"But you know what, I do know one thing — it's very hard for humans to accept insects, especially women."

The smile on the man's face froze, and he stared fixedly at Chen Fan.

"Woman, you probably don't have a girlfriend, or to put it more precisely, a woman must have dumped you. Who'd like someone who spends all day dealing with insects? Oh, right, there's one more thing I've been wondering — who was the first woman to hate you? It wasn't your mother, was it?"

In an instant, the man shot to his feet, trying to grab Chen Fan.

But he was locked down by the handcuffs.

"All done. Remember to set me up with Old Song's daughter."

Li Tian waved a hand, ignoring Chen Fan.

After Chen Fan left, the man began to confess some things about himself, some of his own experiences growing up.

A child who had loved ants since boyhood had been constantly denied by his own mother — endless questioning, endless scolding. Every time he caught a pretty insect, his mother would abandon him.

Over time, the child only dared to play with insects by himself.

Once, the child's mother was beaten by his father. The boy, furious, used a hornet to sting his own father, and his father died.

The officers figured it was a case of insects harming a person and didn't look into it further.

Only the mother believed the murderer was her own son. She didn't dare speak up; she was afraid.

Later, the woman began to run.

But the boy was in pursuit. Insects are very sensitive to scent. When the boy found his mother, he confronted her, then made the insects come into contact with her.

The mother died.

She killed herself — she couldn't stand those bugs.

Some people love insects so much they'd die for them, but in the same way, there will be people who hate insects, hate them to the point of fear and dread.

When a person is in extreme fear, they will choose death.

Because for many people's understanding, death is a kind of release.

After Li Tian heard the man finish speaking, he said: "There's one thing you overlooked."

"What?"

"You like insects, just like that old man likes underwear — your hobbies are both niche, not understood by the world. But the old man chose to save people, to help others, to live his own life. You didn't. What you chose was to hurt others?"

"Not being understood, being niche — those are just how the outside world sees it. But that's not a reason for you to commit a crime."

"It never was."

It was very late. The lights in the observation room slowly went out.

Qin Ming took out his notebook and, under the dim light, wrote down a sentence.

"A niche hobby has never been a fault, nor a flaw, but the prejudice in people's hearts is the biggest knife in the world."

Everyone returned to their posts. Today's case, with its continuous reversals, would keep many people from sleeping.

There were parents who looked at their son at home, fiddling with a lizard, and took the initiative to apologize, respecting their child's likes.

There were men who jokingly said to their girlfriends, "Look, even the variety show said it — a niche hobby isn't a fault."

"So that's your reason for liking black stockings?"

There were also old men who stole other people's underwear and then got caught by the police.

So, niche has never been a reason for a person to do wrong.

Chen Fan looked at the familiar contact info before him, looked at his good friend.

"You hid that one pretty deep."

"Hehe."

"Hehe your second uncle — you believe I'll beat you to death or not?"

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