Chapter 169

"No, I want to hear the gossip."

Pfft— hahahaha.

Hu Ge couldn't hold it in and took the lead in laughing out loud.

The audience was also curious—what on earth had happened.

"Huh? Did I miss something? Damn it, I paid for this, why won't you show me?"

"This is consumer fraud. I paid, so why did you cut that part out for me?"

"Something must have happened when the stream was cut off—something I don't know about."

"Why are Zhang Xinyu and Sister Jing Tian at odds? Weren't they good sisters at the start? Could it be… fighting over a man?"

"I didn't see Chen Fan hitting on any of them. That shouldn't be—how did Chen Fan pull it off?"

Liu Yan, sitting in the middle, said: "Um, Teacher He, on your side—I want to come sit over there for a bit."

"Stay where you are."

Sister Jing Tian and Zhang Xinyu both scolded him at the same time.

Liu Yan wailed, wanting to die. Why? Just why?

Last night he had listened to Zhang Xinyu cursing Sister Jing Tian the entire night.

When Sister Jing Tian and Chen Fan went out on a field assignment, Sister Jing Tian cursed Zhang Xinyu for a whole day.

On-site, the camera was given a shot, but the mosaic blur on the footage was genuinely terrifying.

Even the director was startled.

The deceased were two people.

One man, one woman. The woman had stabbed a knife into the man's heart, and a knife was lodged in the woman's back.

Only neither of them was wearing any clothes, and the sight was rather unsightly.

Here, once the photos were done, the officers were responsible for carrying the bodies down.

Then, several girls frantically covered their faces with their hands.

They didn't dare to look.

Chen Fan picked up a water cup on the side and said: "Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder the blood volume was so huge—turns out he'd taken something. Big brother, what a brilliant idea. Here's a thumbs-up to you."

Old Liu said: "Face the scene straight on. No blushing. This is what all of you have to do."

The girls nodded one after another, forcing themselves, and entered a state of solemn Buddha-like composure.

This is a corpse, this is a corpse, this is a corpse. We are processing a corpse.

This is work. Work.

Chen Fan took out his phone.

Then the sound of Timi rang out.

Everyone looked at Chen Fan.

PS: Please support me, thank you all.

PS: Please give me more data, follow and read, thank you.