Chapter 170

The game's voice left everyone in the room stunned, but Old Liu didn't reprimand them.

But his hand holding the knife grew rigid: "If you don't give me an explanation, I'll perform a live dismemberment for the audience today."

Chen Fan skillfully launched the software and said, "Take a look yourself."

Old Liu glanced over and said, "Alright, we don't need to worry about this case anymore."

The case doesn't need worrying about.

Everyone turned to look and saw these surveillance points—holy crap, so many of them?

Li Tian was speechless: "So ungraceful. I thought this was some locked-room murder case."

Soon, they found the surveillance footage.

"Oh no, my stomach hurts."

Saying that, Chen Fan ran off to go watch the surveillance with Li Tian.

The others were speechless, staring at Chen Fan—holy crap, this guy is so real.

He's a fresh-faced idol; if you didn't know, you'd think this was me.

Damn, why does he look so similar? We came to watch a variety show, not a mirror.

At the scene, Old Liu led everyone in carefully processing the evidence.

Taking photos from every angle, then beginning to examine the clues left behind.

The living room was handled by others; several rookie forensic technicians searched the house one by one.

When Chen Fan returned, he said, "So thrilling—I didn't expect this to be so interesting, and so coincidental."

Coincidence?

Li Tian said, "It's coincidence. The man was killed, and the woman killed the man—but after that, this person crawled out of the closet and killed the woman too. Yes, you didn't misread: this person had arrived here beforehand, preparing in advance."

"Was he here to kill the man or the woman?"

Chen Fan sat on the chair and said, "Of course he came to kill the woman. Who else? The woman just happened to kill the man first."

"The movements were clean and precise—stabbed straight into the woman's body, then snapped her neck, no hesitation, even brought a mask and other gear."

That made the killer hard to handle.

In cases like this, forensic pathologists can offer little help.

Chen Fan sat in his chair, wearing gloves, propping his elbows on the table, thinking intently.

Then he glanced at the safe beside him and opened it.

He pulled out two plates and placed them on the table. Li Tian stared at the plates and was stunned: "Holy shit, 940—is this real?"

Chen Fan said, "What do you think?"

Li Tian held the plates and said, "Damn, we're rich, we're rich! Handle this well—next week, replace all the bureau's computers with this year's latest models. Then, Old Liu'll get you a new car."

Old Liu coughed and pointed at the cameraman. Li Tian said, "Ignore him—it's a counterfeit money case. The fake bills were printed by the Lighthouse Nation, not us Huaxia, because these are U. S. dollars."

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Oh my god, U. S. dollars? Then it's fine.

None of my business.

But everyone saw Li Tian's expression and knew this case probably had big payoffs.

Qin Ming explained from the observation room: "For cross-border cases, especially those from other countries, our standard procedure is 'the capable take on more.'"

"What does that mean? Not literally, right?"

Qin Ming said, "'The capable take on more' means we pay those with ability higher compensation for their labor."

Chen Fan suddenly plucked a hair and said, "Does this count as a work injury?"

Li Tian said, "Of course it does. Your hair's precious—I'll apply for ten thousand yuan for you."

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Hahaha.

Teacher He was laughing uncontrollably: "Will the reimbursement money be—"

"Yes, paid by others. Otherwise we wouldn't take the case. No, we still take it—but you all know, officers, forensic techs, and so on are all busy, right?"

Everyone understood—they all understood. We all know live streaming can't say it outright.

The audience was the happiest—movie plots appearing in real life meant it was incredibly entertaining.

Full of anticipation.

Chen Fan examined the plates, reading them top to bottom.

By "reading," he meant analyzing how the plates were made and what materials were used.

Chen Fan said, "Some people actually believe this stuff—it's genuinely ridiculous."

Li Tian picked up the plates and said, "Don't play dumb. The Economic Crime Unit has already invited someone to handle it—a specialist artist."

"An artist from the Economic Crime Unit?"

"No, he's a school art teacher. He collaborated with the police before, so they keep calling him. He's a good guy."

Chen Fan said, "No pay? No official position?"

"Do you think everyone's like you, grabbing everything? Taking advantage? His realm is far higher."

Soon, a short-haired man walked in. The man saw the corpse and jumped back in shock: "Why didn't you tell me there was a murder?"