Chapter 192

Not everyone is Li Tian; this statement really stung, and only when it was brought up did everyone present realize it.

"That's right, most people are just like Old Song—they solve cases by following clues to find people."

"Reasoning requires talent; most people rely on experience, on time spent grinding."

"Sigh, we really need more forensic experts; with them, these people could have it so much easier."

"Damn, I suddenly want to become a forensic expert, I want to study this now."

In the car, Old Song said: "Thanks to your cooperation, the counterfeit money case over there was solved; they paid us a good sum, and we got a new vehicle—what do you think?"

Zhang Tianxiong sat in the car without speaking.

Chen Fan said: "So, when am I getting a car assigned to me?"

"Dream on? Even our chief only has one car—do you really think you deserve one? If you got a car, you'd fly straight to heaven."

"Pfft, I'm asking if I can drive my Ferrari."

"Damn, you stars really make money."

When the car arrived at the village, Old Song led the team out; outside, a crowd had gathered, all bald-headed, shouting about avenging their big brother.

Old Song didn't tolerate nonsense—he walked right over and said: "What the hell are you doing? Looking for death? Take them all away."

"Come on, arrest me! Our boss is dead, and you still haven't caught the killer—what the hell are you cops good for?"

Chen Fan walked over to the man and said: "What did you say?"

The moment the man saw Chen Fan, he instantly calmed down and said: "Uh, nothing, nothing…"

"No, I'm hard of hearing—what exactly did you say just now?"

"Really nothing, truly nothing—I admit I spoke too loudly just now, brother, brother, I'm sorry."

"Oh, move aside—we need to get to the scene. If you ruin the scene and we can't find the killer, you'll bear the responsibility."

The man immediately turned and ordered his underlings aside: "Get the hell out of the way, all of you—move! Don't block us—don't you know the cops are working here?"

As Old Song and Chen Fan entered the scene, Old Song said: "Wait a minute—don't tell me you've ever been in the Heishe Society before."

"How could that be? I'm not the type to be twenty-five like that."

"You little brat, you're weirdly sharp—I keep feeling something's off. These people fear someone like you, but you're not even the same kind of person."

"You're mistaken."

This skill is clearly much weaker on police officers.

But Chen Fan understood: police officers don't fear the Heishe Society at all.

After entering the scene, Chen Fan began comparing footprints.

He examined them closely.

The body on the ground had already been removed.

Xiang Qinqin opened the case and handed Chen Fan gloves; he put them on and bent down to compare.

"Hmm, definitely 1.85 meters tall—but the two don't seem to have been in a one-sided overpowering relationship."

Not overpowering?