Chapter 179: An Unexpected Ending

The story's beginning actually had many possible developments.

The Miss who went back with her father, the shop suddenly became extremely popular; from the very start, the little girl was actually far more sensible than anyone else.

She knew how livestreaming could make money, she knew how to protect her own father, and she knew all the various uses of sign language.

Whether Sister Jing Tian's actions were for clout or, truly out of kindness — none of that actually matters.

It's like how a company doing charity might be doing it to dodge taxes, but that's not the point, because as long as one is doing good deeds, regardless of the motive, it's still a good thing.

Ji Gong once said, if you're doing a good deed, why do you keep thinking about others' praise? Just go do it yourself, wouldn't that be better?

But then, who can truly sit and become a real Buddha?

The morning rain tapped against the glass window, even accompanied by a bit of hail, and the wild wind outside seemed to suddenly pick up.

With weather like this, let alone going out, even opening a window could blow a person away.

Old Liu took the initiative to give several trainees the day off, saying everyone should rest up today.

In the room, Sister Jing Tian snuggled inside Chen Fan's blanket; autumn had arrived, and the weather was starting to turn cool.

"Thank you for yesterday."

Sister Jing Tian said, "No need for thanks. That little girl really has a gift for this. By the way, this case — how will it be handled going forward?"

"The police have detained him on charges of premeditated murder, and the eldest daughter-in-law's side is preparing to divorce."

"Huh, that's just a divorce?"

"There's also a lawsuit, for things like fraud. If the eldest daughter-in-law is even more ruthless, she could sue the man for rape and the like."

Sister Jing Tian lay on her stomach, legs kicked up in the air, kicking idly every now and then.

"You think it's absurd?"

"It's not that I think it's absurd. Young people today just have it too hard — there's so much work to be done. A kid in their twenties, if they want to get married before thirty and don't rely on their family, earning a million on your own is harder than just robbing a bank."

"There's no way to change that."

Chen Fan pulled on his clothes, stood by the bed, and lit a cigarette.

Today, Chen Fan was going to do something big.

Then, in the morning, when everyone opened their livestreams, Chen Fan stood in front of the camera holding a piece of paper.

"I'm very sorry for taking up everyone's public resources like this. I strongly oppose and sternly condemn my previous lone-wolf behavior. I hereby make a self-criticism…"

What's going on, why is he even doing a self-criticism?

But everyone suddenly remembered what happened with Chen Fan yesterday, and burst out laughing on the spot.

"I thought once you got a First-Class Merit, you didn't have to do self-criticism."

"Hahahaha, look at Chen Fan's reluctant face, it's like someone owes him money."

"I can't take it, this Chen Fan is just too funny. Bro, I screenshotted the video, I'll send it to you later."

"This is the little fresh meat I love — interesting, really interesting."

Meanwhile, Old Liu took a sip of tea, then spat out a bit of tea leaf residue, listening as Chen Fan finished his admission of fault.

"Admitted your mistake?"

Chen Fan nodded and said, "Yeah, I know I was wrong."

"Will you do it again next time?"

"Yeah, I'll still do it."

I went up and kicked him — you ungrateful disciple.

Rarely, the new recruits didn't show up at the cafeteria; everyone was sleeping in. Old Liu said, "Today's a rest day. You want to rest?"

"Not resting. Even if I rest, I don't know what to do."

"Alright then, come with me and help process a body."

Chen Fan nodded.

He followed Old Liu to the morgue. Li Tian opened a cabinet, and the two of them — Chen Fan and Li Tian — lifted the black bag and carried the body out.

"The deceased is named Li Yu, a young woman. She was discovered fourteen years ago. The case has now been solved, so this body doesn't need to be kept here anymore — we can notify the family to come."

"That's it? I thought I'd get to cut someone open."

"Don't keep obsessing over cutting people open. This person has been cut open seven or eight times already, all to find the killer. Every time we cut, everyone inside feels conflicted."

"Teacher, livestreaming doesn't mean we have to lie, right? If you say something like that, I wouldn't even believe it myself."

"You have to respect the body."

At this moment, the few celebrities in the observation room laughed helplessly.

Chen Fan, as always, kept doing things his own way.

The rest of the new recruits were each busy in their own rooms.

Xu Xintong got up very early, had already taken out the books she'd previously asked a teacher for, and started reading.

Chen Ti, meanwhile, was listening to music in her room.

On the other side, Cheng Ruofei was tidying up her room.

Xiang Qinqin, meanwhile, was yawning in front of the mirror, checking her face, worried she might break out in pimples or something.

Elsewhere, Qu Yiling pinned up her hair, then gathered her clothes and went off to do the laundry.

When you strip away the forensic work itself, every forensic examiner is really just like any normal person.

Qin Ming, in the observation room, said, "Among the marriage-themed categories, forensic examiners are the hardest type."

The hardest type?

Teacher He said, "Is it because of the autopsies?"

Qin Ming nodded and said, "Yes. Not just anyone can perform an autopsy. Everyone is actually afraid inside; everyone feels fear. You all remember Chen Fan's knife work, right? If he wanted, he could give me two hundred cuts, and the police forensic appraisal would only classify it as a minor injury."

Everyone looked at Qin Ming warily. Qin Ming said, "But generally, we don't do that — we're decent people."

The door was pushed open. Old Song, who was holding documents and standing at the doorway, didn't rush to speak, but took out his phone and took photos.

"Teacher, there's a case here. Here's my self-criticism."

"Keep reading to me. Until you finish, I won't take any new cases."

Damn it.

Old Song handed the case over to Old Liu. Old Liu lowered his head and glanced at it. Chen Fan's voice trailed off. Old Liu then urged, "Keep going. Haven't you eaten? When you charged out there all alone, why were you so quiet?"

Old Song said, "Right, right, right."

"Just you wait. Your daughter — I'm going to eat her up for sure. I said it, and not even Jesus can stop me. I'm telling you."

The case file was opened. Old Song said, "This case has been reopened. Consider it me finding you something to do today. The purpose is also to hope that everyone can offer some suggestions."

Old Liu looked at the case and said, "Sigh. About your wife's matter — even now, you still won't let it go, will you?"

"I've chased it for so many years. They have no choice. I'd love to stop chasing it, but every time I sleep, my wife's face appears before my eyes."

"But these things of yours — we have no way to investigate them."

Old Song said helplessly, "Just leave it here. Look it over when you have time. Oh right, there's also a new case that needs Menqu Gang."

A new case?

A photo appeared on the table. The woman in the photo lay quietly, her body covered with food.

Chen Fan took a look and said, "Impressive. Isn't this nyotaimori?"

Old Song said, "Not bad, you even know about this. I've decided — in this lifetime, I will never let you come into contact with my daughter."

Tch.

Old Liu said, "This is... dead?"

"Yes, dead. The one who discovered her was a diner. Everyone was eating, but when they found this woman dead, they were still startled. They called the police afterward. We've already taken the store manager and the relevant personnel into custody, but as for exactly how this woman died, we still need your forensic doctor to go take a look."

Chen Fan and Old Liu packed up their things and headed to the scene.