Chapter 190

This group—was it here to find the killer, or for the money? Human nature, at this moment, was laid bare in all its ugliness.

Chen Fan, gripping a watermelon knife, leapt straight out through the window, then made his way to the doorway.

He charged straight at the group of people.

"Oh god, no need, no need for that."

"No, big brother, really, no need, truly no need."

"Don't be like this, Chen Fan, really, don't be like this."

"No, no, someone stop Chen Fan, damn, this is terrifying."

"Chen Fan's technique—it doesn't look like an act. I feel like Chen Fan really has cut people before."

The few people at the doorway kept backing away, not daring to speak; the more timid ones were so scared they wet themselves on the spot.

Chen Fan said, "Where's my stuff?"

The guard at the doorway stood stunned for a long while before finally remembering—Chen Fan had bought some fruit.

"Here you go."

"Mm, thanks. What are you all doing? Why are there so many people?"

Chen Fan, knife in hand, stared at the few men; they all shook their heads in turn.

"We just came to see how it turned out."

"Oh, then wait, don't rush."

The few men nodded.

Chen Fan returned to the dissection room and, together with Old Liu, set about handling the body.

The corpse was too badly shattered, so they could only handle it by traditional experience.

Meanwhile, the four people over here began to get on with the testing work.

The blood alcohol level was a bit high, but not high enough to cause death.

Then Chen Fan, staring at a wound, said, "This—could it have been caused by a car?"

Old Liu took a look, instantly knew the answer, and said, "Mm, alright, basically confirmed. We can have Li Tian's side go make the arrest."

The worst-case result had still come to pass—the man had been stabbed to death.

The gash wasn't very serious.

Upon getting the news, Li Tian, without a word, went straight and arrested the driver. The man, utterly bewildered, looked at Li Tian and said, "I'll pay, I'll pay the money."

"Paying is the insurance company's business. What I'm asking you about is the murder."

The man was instantly at a loss, his pupils contracting.

The case was actually cracked very quickly. The man's car had actually been parked here, and he had gotten out to urinate by the roadside. Then the man, who had come back after drinking, spotted him.

He gave him a scolding, and the two got into a verbal argument.

Then, right after, this person took a knife and stabbed that man to death.

Fearing discovery, he simply used a big truck to run him over back and forth, staging a traffic accident, and finally called the police and so on.

That way, the insurance company would pay out, and he himself wouldn't have to bear much risk.

"Impossible. I checked everything back then."

Li Tian said, "Then you just don't watch livestreams. You might as well have burned the body—Chen Fan can still find out the cause of death. Don't bother with your little tricks."

The man confessed on the spot.

As for the subsequent compensation, that was a matter for the lawyers and judges.

Only the forensic work, at this point, still wasn't finished.

Chen Fan said, "Is it possible that even if this person hadn't acted, this man still would have died?"

Old Liu said, "You mean dying from drinking? Dying from drinking is hard—it's not realistic. When a person faces danger, the body reacts. Most who die from drinking do so because rescue came too late; there are usually people passing by nearby."

Chen Fan said, "That's true. By the way, are we still suturing this body?"

"Suture it. Just do your job properly."

Xiang Qinqin was helping out. The deceased's son needed to be present, watching the body. Though he had already thrown up once, seeing it again still frightened him.

There was grief, yes, but beneath the grief, there was also a touch of bitterness.

And that was—he hadn't gotten any money.

If it was ruled intentional homicide, the insurance company wouldn't pay out. This brother-in-law didn't have much money left to begin with; compensation and the like would be very difficult.

Although the court would enforce it forcibly, that required time.

Chen Fan, holding a board, said, "Suturing costs money. Did you bring any?"

"Ah? You still need to pay?"

"Mm, it costs money. The more you give, the better the suturing on my end. The most expensive package is five thousand eight hundred. That's not our responsibility—it's the professional funeral parlor's suturing staff."

"There's a cheaper option too… just a basic suture, done by us here."

"Is there a free one? I don't have that much money."

Chen Fan looked at the man and said, "Sure. Just pack it up and take it home."

Old Liu tried to continue the suturing, but Chen Fan stopped him. Yet Old Liu shook his head, then lowered his head and kept on suturing.

His skill was poor, but Old Liu was doing it earnestly.

The man said, "Um, couldn't you guys just help us suture it? My dad is already this…"

Chen Fan had nothing to say.

The viewers watching the livestream from afar were the most dumbfounded.

Is this what hell on earth looks like?

It seemed—now he understood why this man had been an alcoholic.

Old Liu's persistence left Chen Fan speechless. Chen Fan wouldn't do it that way, but Old Liu definitely would — to put it bluntly, Old Liu was just a good-natured person, doing good deeds without expecting anything in return.

Chen Fan never thought of himself as any kind of good person. Besides, would a good person be given so many criminal skills?

After the stitching was done, the body was handed over to the young man; once the paperwork was signed, it could be taken away.

Over here, Old Liu cleaned the table and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to class."

Chen Fan wanted to say something, but Old Liu stopped him.

"What the world of the living is like has nothing to do with us. I don't expect you to be like me, but just go ahead and do it. Actually, being a little selfish is pretty good — selfish people don't get tired living."

"I don't think I've done anything wrong."

"I didn't say you were wrong, just that everyone has a different way of living. If you were wrong, I'd scold you."

Chen Fan said, "Teacher, that person in his heart was only thinking about how much compensation money he could get."

"Every family has its own hard scripture to recite. If you haven't seen the whole picture, don't judge."

In the end, was he a failure as a father, or a failure as a son?

No one knew.

Old Liu still hoped the world of the living was beautiful — hoped it was the father who drank, or beat his wife, or had some misfortune, so that the young man would be the good one, and there would still be a good person in the world.

But the answer Li Tian brought back was utterly speechless.

The old man had gone drinking because he needed to borrow money, and the purpose of borrowing money was to pay off his child's gambling debts.

The son had already been detained — involved in gambling, and other things besides.

The person had been drug-tested, and on his person there were even other substances involved.

The funeral could only be attended by the mother.

Old Liu was quite helpless. Chen Fan said, "You don't regret it?"

"No regrets. Sigh, the dead deserve respect, the dead deserve respect. If I had to choose again, I'd still do the same. And you would too — you wouldn't leave this body lying here."

"Impossible, I absolutely wouldn't."

"You would."

In the observation room, Teacher He said, "Sigh, this old man was also miserable."

Qin Ming said, "Actually Old Liu knew. The moment he saw this person he understood what was going on. Chen Fan saw it too, but Old Liu chose to still help out. Chen Fan would also stitch up the body — he just didn't want this person to take it for granted, that's all."

Song Zuer said, "I know, Liu Laoshi would silently stitch up the body, but Chen Fan would change it up — first curse out the son, and then stitch up the body."

Qin Ming said, "Right, isn't that just Chen Fan's personality? That's why Old Liu said Chen Fan would stitch up the body."

Over here, a few young people gathered together. Old Liu pulled over the blackboard and said, "Blood analysis, DNA testing, and dissection — you've all pretty much gotten the hang of it. Now I'll teach you something harder: footprint analysis."

Footprint analysis?

The few people were quite puzzled — did this need to be studied specially too?