Chapter 171

Li Tian said, "It's fine, it's fine."

Chen Fan glanced at the man who had entered the room but said nothing.

The board was held in the man's hands. He examined it carefully and said, "This should be the printing plate."

Li Tian said, "This thing, does it really work?"

The man then took out some counterfeit bills and said, "Earlier, the economic-crimes unit—I asked for one sheet. Take a look yourselves."

Li Tian inspected it for a moment.

"It really is identical. By the way, this stuff—is it really counterfeit money?"

"Mm, I heard the printing run was pretty large. These bills are probably going to get traced. Old Li, you're in luck—this time, your big break is coming."

Li Tian said, "Then of course, isn't that inevitable? Thank you, Wang Laoshi, thank you very much."

Wang Laoshi pushed his glasses up and said, "Mm, if there's nothing else, I'll head back first."

Chen Fan said, "Oh right, I can draw US dollars too. Wang Laoshi, help me take a look—am I suited for counterfeiting?"

Wang Laoshi looked at Chen Fan and said, "You're that forensic examiner, I know. I even watch your variety show. You can draw US dollars too? Aren't you the one who does autopsies?"

"Give me a moment, this'll be quick."

Working with what was at hand, Chen Fan picked up a pen, carefully adjusting the ink little by little, and began drawing with his head lowered.

His speed was very fast, and Chen Fan drew with great seriousness—completely, without any of his earlier restlessness.

The moment the US dollar appeared on the paper, Wang Laoshi beside him was startled.

"This… this one of yours is even better than that printing plate. You—have you studied this?"

"Actually, when I was little and had no money, I figured I'd try drawing. This way, if I can draw money, doesn't that mean I'll definitely be able to earn money in the future?"

Everyone looked at Chen Fan in bewilderment—who'd believe that after hearing it?

Li Tian slapped a pair of handcuffs on Chen Fan and said, "How about I just take you out right now?"

"Cut it out, get lost. It's just a hobby, so what?"

Li Tian said, "A while back you told me you felt you were in danger—was it about this?"

"Yeah, I think my drawing is even better. And look, the stuff your printing plate puts out isn't great—to put it bluntly, it has flaws."

Has flaws?

That's impossible. Wang Laoshi said, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. I've checked it many times."

Chen Fan said, "Wang Laoshi, you're a painter too. What do painters love doing most? Hiding their own techniques, using them to prove their own work. What do you think this is?"

After speaking, Chen Fan pointed at a pattern in a corner and said, "Right here, very fine—you have to look carefully, really carefully."

Wang Laoshi took out an especially large magnifying glass from his person and compared them seriously. It wasn't the size that mattered—it was the lines.

Right, the lines. The lines here have a tiny bit extra. That tiny bit, the printing machine can't detect. Not only that, no one would suspect it. But compared to the real thing, there is that tiny bit.

That tiny bit is enough.

Li Tian said, "Damn, then this is easy to handle. Later we'll just upgrade the printing machines and the bill detectors—won't that take care of it?"

Chen Fan said, "Right? So, this round, can I earn merit?"

"Sure, no problem at all. Wait here, I'm going to go cause trouble for the economic-crimes unit. Zhang Tianxiong, you coming? We'll crash the place."

"Not going. I'm staying here to protect Chen Fan."

"With this many people, could Chen Fan still go missing?"

"No, but the order from above is this, so this is what I'll do."

So stubborn.

Chen Fan returned to his forensic work, as if for a brief moment he had done something perfectly normal.

Wait, aren't you going to explain?

In the observation room, Qin Ming said, "This… isn't this ability a bit terrifying?"

Sister Jing Tian said, "Is it very dangerous?"

Qin Ming said, "Hard to say. If after verification Chen Fan's drawing really is that good, then it really is dangerous. This ability is terrifying. This could easily disrupt the economic system. Chen Fan can draw US dollars—do you think Chen Fan can't draw other things?"

Everyone froze. Right—if he can draw US dollars, that means Chen Fan can draw other things too.

"Art students have always been dangerous."

What does that mean? 》

The audience heard a line come through from the scene.

Chen Fan said, "I used to want to get into art school, but I failed the entrance exam."

?????

Wait, wait, hold up—hold on, buddy, you can't just say stuff like that.

The director's back went numb. Damn it, don't you go blurting things out at me—I want to live a couple more years.

Old Liu handed Chen Fan a knife and said, "What, you're not happy that we didn't expand our territory by a few hundred thousand kilometers?"

"I have ambitions in my heart. Forget it, I won't scare you anymore. Feels like the cameraman's about to drop to his knees."

Under the forensic examiner's direction, several officers lifted the body onto a stretcher.

"We'll head back now to perform the autopsy. You all continue the investigation."

After speaking, Old Liu grabbed Chen Fan and left.

A few of the newbies still didn't understand.

But they didn't ask further.

Chen Fan got in the car with Old Liu. Old Liu said, "In a bit, remember—don't get in the car. Got it? Right now no one's seen us. In a bit, you leave with Zhang Tianxiong."

Zhang Tianxiong nodded.

Then, taking the people with him, he sent Old Liu off directly.

"Are you insane? Chen Fan, are you insane? You're worth more than me, what are you doing?"

"Teacher, calm down."

He patted the teacher on the shoulder, and Old Liu instantly passed out.

Zhang Tianxiong said, "How do we handle this?"

"Send him to the province. No one will be watching my teacher — the only one they'll be watching is me. This group of people is crazy, so don't worry. If you stick with me on this, the other side won't come out."

"You're crazier than I am."

"No way around it, but I'm sure of one thing — the other side won't make a move against me. And besides, I'm not that weak, am I?"

That much was true.

"Mm, indeed the other side won't kill you. They'll treat you very well."

Chen Fan nodded, got in the car, and drove off.

Afterwards, Zhang Tianxiong returned to the scene and said to Xiang Qinqin, "Ah, where's Chen Fan?"

"Chen Fan went back on his own. I came over to see if I could help."

"Aiya, aren't you supposed to be protecting Chen Fan?"

"No need — he's in the province, still livestreaming, who needs protecting?"

In the observation room, Qin Ming seemed to think of something, stood up, and said directly, "Uh, I have something to handle for a bit, I'll step out first."

Qin Ming had probably guessed what was going on. Damn it — he'd been played by Li Tian and Chen Fan.

The two of them had probably figured out who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

One hour.

The scene here was very calm. The audience hadn't noticed anything unusual, just curious why the director hadn't cut to another screen yet — cut away and show the dissection over there.

Could it be that this case was actually very simple and didn't need a screen cut at all?

But it was quite interesting — running into such a big counterfeit money case.

This really was rare.

Meanwhile, Chen Fan called Zhang Tianxiong and said, "I'm on the road near the western suburbs. Send someone over. Cough, cough — I'll send you my location."

"You're hurt?"

"Mm, hurt, but it's nothing. I've already pressed on the wound."

Damn it.

Zhang Tianxiong roared and started looking for people everywhere.

The audience were all dumbfounded.

Zhang Tianxiong grabbed Wang Laoshi and lifted him up, saying, "Damn it — if anything happens to Chen Fan, I'll strangle you to death. Believe it or not."