Chapter 168

Chen Fan gave Sister Jing Tian a thumbs-up and said, "Mm, not bad, at least you have a conscience."

"None of your business?"

When night fell, Qin Ming sat in his own room, flipped open the notebook he kept, and silently wrote.

"The joys and sorrows, partings and reunions of the human world are always different; people's suffering is also different. The ending of any story will never be a happy one, but a tragic story, one that breaks the heart from beginning to end, only makes people feel worse."

Sister Jing Tian held the phone, interrogating the lawyer: I've given you people so much money—if you can't handle it, I'll handle you.

A chef shorted the weight for money, but does the chef deserve to die?

The boss, in order to keep the factory alive, cut some costs.

The technician who purchased the machines took the money he had secretly embezzled and bought an anti-cancer drug for his own child.

On the hospital side, the rescuing doctor sat in the corridor and cried like a fool.

The deceased's elder brother sat before the spirit tablet, burning paper offerings for a family of three. The whole village was crying—they didn't even know what they were crying about, they just felt very sad.

But only the forensic doctor could tidy up their own exhaustion and digest the grief, because a forensic doctor cannot afford to have such emotions; you still need to persevere, you must find a way to handle your emotions.

Everyone can empathize with the deceased, but no one empathizes with the forensic doctor's hardship.

Yes, what can a forensic doctor do if they're in a bad mood?

Sister Jing Tian knocked on Chen Fan's door, holding a bottle of red wine.

Chen Fan was playing a game, very happy.

"I thought you'd be upset. Forget it, I won't comfort you."

"Since you're already here, how could I let you leave?"

Before Sister Jing Tian could understand, she was dragged into the room by Chen Fan.

Hey, aren't you being a little too forward and presumptuous?

Sister Jing Tian said, "Are you crazy? When I told you about dating before, you refused no matter what. What's wrong with you now?"

"That was before—I had an idol's burden. I'm wondering how much of that burden I have left?"

Sister Jing Tian burst out laughing and said, "You're sick. By the way, what kind of relationship do we count as?"

"That question of yours really kills the mood."

"Want a drink?"

"Business first, drinks later."

The night was long. Someone quietly took out the good food they had prepared, but unfortunately Chen Fan's door was locked. The woman outside the door angrily kicked it once.

Inside the room, it seemed like they heard it, and also seemed like they didn't.

Who was it? Who knows?

Just as it was said, when some people accumulate too many emotions, they need to release them when the time comes.

Some choose to commit crimes—for example, many criminals have accumulated emotions to a certain level and finally taken the wrong path.

Others choose to go out drinking, get drunk, and sing at the top of their lungs.

Others choose to transfer their emotions to someone else—for instance, parents who come home bring their emotions to their own children.

Naturally, some also choose to find someone of the opposite sex, or whatever.

Whether it's actually love or something else doesn't matter that much. The people involved don't care, so why would others need to care?

Early in the morning, Chen Fan yawned, reached out, and grabbed the red wine—in the end, the red wine was never drunk.

Here, Sister Jing Tian picked up a strand of hair and said, "Mm, this hair isn't mine."

"You're really full of yourself."

Sister Jing Tian chuckled, ignored Chen Fan, and began getting dressed. She said, "I'll head back first; the photographer hasn't arrived yet."

"Slow walk, no send-off."

Sister Jing Tian was a little too angry to let it go.

She directly transferred fifty thousand yuan to Chen Fan.

"Your performance last night wasn't bad. Take the money and go spend it. Sis is heading back first."

"You stand right there—what do you mean? You—holy crap."

Sister Jing Tian ran off directly, not giving Chen Fan a chance to get angry.

A little past seven in the morning, Chen Fan met up with several people in the cafeteria. Teacher He said, "Teacher Jing Tian will be a bit late. Old Liu, what are you preparing today?"

"An economic investigation case."

"An economic investigation case also needs a forensic doctor?"

Old Liu shook his head and said, "To be precise, not necessarily. But forensic doctors do have some involvement in it—actually, it's just processing evidence, simply categorizing and organizing it, then looking for some fingerprints to complete the chain of evidence. Lately, the cases really have been too frustrating; we need to let these kids relax a bit."

Economic investigation—now that's a good case.

Zhang Tianxiong, on the other hand, was very calm. Chen Fan said, "I feel like you're unhappy inside."

"I'm not unhappy."

"I heard that economic investigation and you criminal investigation folks don't get along, is that right?"

"No, don't say things that aren't good for unity."

Hahaha, everyone at the table laughed happily.

The photographer gave a close-up of the spoon in Zhang Tianxiong's hand, because by then Zhang Tianxiong had already bent it out of shape.

Old Song entered the room, greeted everyone, and looked at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan said, "Sorry to disturb you. I'm full."

Old Song said, "Beyond seven steps, the gun is fastest; within seven steps, the gun is both fast and accurate."

"What are you doing? Isn't it just chatting with your daughter?"

"My daughter cried this morning. I don't know the reason, but it must be because of you."

"Aren't you worried that saying something like that will create a bad influence on your daughter?"

Old Song snorted coldly and said, "So what? I asked around — this is called riding the hype. You have the most followers and the highest buzz right now. If I don't ride your hype, whose should I ride?"

After speaking, he handed Old Liu a document.

Old Liu lowered his head and began reading.

Chen Fan glanced at it and said, "Holy shit, this mosaic — you don't need to enlarge it, it won't fit at all, it's all mosaic."

"I heard you wanted the economic crime case yesterday. What a coincidence, this case just popped up today. You'll be heading into the provincial city in a bit."

"Li Tian went?"

"He was called over last night. This case is very complicated. Uh, how should I put it — it involves a major international case."

The cameraman was startled. What did that mean?

Is this something I can be involved in?

"Originally I wasn't planning to look for you, but Li Tian said you, kid, have issues — you might share certain traits with those criminals, so it's easier to get results."

"Do I really look like a criminal?"

"Yes."

Great.

Actually, Chen Fan's new skill — he really didn't plan to use it. At most he'd use it to draw pictures, sketch a figure model or something, tease some Miss.

But now it seemed Li Tian's intuition was truly terrifying.

Actually, to become a great detective, sometimes intuition really matters. This mystical stuff — you can't say for sure.

After breakfast, Old Liu took the team and headed straight over.

The case in hand was still fresh — if they went now, the corpse hadn't fully cooled yet, and they could still have a look.

In the observation room, Sister Jing Tian sat to one side, lost in thought — a rare moment of being dazed.

Hu Ge, off to the side, said, "Does Li Tian trust Chen Fan too much? Although I do think Chen Fan sometimes really does look like a criminal."

"He doesn't."

Sister Jing Tian spoke first.

Hu Ge was startled and said, "Uh, Sister Jing Tian, you're actually sticking up for Chen Fan? What's this about?"

"I'm not sticking up for him. I'm just stating the facts. Chen Fan really doesn't look like one — at most he looks like a scoundrel."

Over here, Zhang Xinyu handed Sister Jing Tian a piece of fruit and said, "Have one."

"No thanks, my throat hurts."

Zhang Xinyu chuckled and didn't bother with Sister Jing Tian. Sister Jing Tian couldn't be bothered with Zhang Xinyu either. The two of them seemed to have been at odds since some unknown point in time.

Teacher He instantly understood and said, "Come on, let's have Qin Ming analyze this case."