Chapter 193

Song Zuer said: "You starting learning Old Li's reasoning?"

"This is scientifically grounded—ordinary people have fixed walking paths in their own homes; if footprints are disturbed, it must mean a struggle occurred. Just from these footprints, you can see both the killer's and the victim's, but whether it was personal revenge or self-defense, that's unknown."

"Self-defense? This house belongs to this man—how could there be self-defense? A home invasion implies the homeowner had no issue."

Chen Fan pointed to the print on the side and said: "That circle over there—what do you think it is?"

Song Zuer squatted down, compared it, and said: "Kneecap. Someone knelt here."

Chen Fan sat on the sofa, staring at the spot in front of him, and said: "Isn't that just right?"

Song Zuer thought of something unpleasant.

He said: "This is wrong. This is definitely wrong."

Song Zuer rushed out and grabbed the leader, saying: "What are you doing back in the village?"

"We just came back to visit the old man's mother."

"Say one more word, and I'll have you all dealt with right now."

The man fidgeted and stayed silent.

Chen Fan stepped out, looked around, and said: "Hmm, I think I get it. Everyone in the village is afraid of you. Let me boldly guess—you boss set his sights on someone else's wife."

The leader instantly fell silent, refusing to meet Chen Fan's eyes.

Chen Fan pressed on: "Let me say this again—say, inside this house, you tied up the young guy, and then your boss, right in front of him, molested the girl."

"No, absolutely not! Our boss just wanted to scare him—he owed us money."

Song Zuer instantly understood the answer: "Alright. Where the hell are all the others? Bring them here. Take all these people away."

Zhang Tianxiong stepped forward, and the group instantly cowered—if they ran now, things would become serious.

If they fought here, it'd be even worse—not just simple organized crime anymore.

Song Zuer said: "How do you know he had a wife?"

"A guy who's 1.85 meters tall wouldn't lack partners. If he's being tied up and threatened, they'd naturally target his family. The knee prints on the ground? They're his."

"So, did this dead man actually molest the girl?"

"Probably didn't succeed—no signs of struggle. The young guy got scared, went home to grab a knife, came back, and killed him. That's as far as I can deduce for now—but it's still just deduction. I'm a forensic expert, not a detective. I've told you everything I can about the scene."

Soon, the Fayibu Sect provided the answer: the hair collected at the scene didn't belong to this man or his mother.

The village's information comparison was done—they found the girl.

The man wasn't home; the woman was inside, crying, silent. When police asked where the man was, she said nothing.

Song Zuer looked at Chen Fan. Chen Fan said: "Hmm. The woman borrowed the money."

???????

Wait, hold on, wait a second.

Song Zuer stared at Chen Fan: "What did you say?"

"Ah, the woman borrowed the money."

This story really does have a twist every time.

In the observation room, Teacher He said: "I thought the man borrowed money he couldn't repay, then molested the wife, and killed the boss to avenge her."

Qin Ming said: "That's TV drama, not reality. Real-life reasons are far more complex."

Chen Fan stood in the courtyard, staring at the messy areas, silent, watching the footprints left after the rain.

He fell into deep thought.

Song Zuer interrogated the woman, but she still said nothing—still wouldn't say where the man was.

The men brought back admitted: the woman borrowed the money. The boss came to collect it—specifically from her.

Yeah, they had photos of her naked—used as threats.

This case had become strange.

The nature had changed—it was now coercion.

Qin Ming said: "The woman borrowed money and repaid it, but the evidence remains—so interest keeps piling up. That's how these people screw people over."

Song Zuer said: "I feel something's off about this woman. The courtyard's too messy—it doesn't look like something a normal woman would live in."

Zhang Xinyu said: "I noticed the villagers seem to strongly dislike this young couple."

Hu Ge said: "I noticed too. Normal villages are tight-knit, but this one clearly lacks that sense of unity."

Chen Fan returned to the house. Song Zuer sat there, examining all kinds of items.

Cosmetics aren't cheap. Suitcases. Suitcases.

Song Zuer opened the suitcase, looked at the clothes inside, and said: "Where… did you work before?"

"I didn't… work. I just stayed home here…"

The woman spoke slowly.

Chen Fan was speechless, reached out, and patted her shoulder.

The woman jumped.

"Hmm. Your face is fake. Your body's fake. You borrowed money for plastic surgery, right? After surgery, you sold yourself to pay off the debt, then married this man?"

Every word Chen Fan spoke stabbed into the woman's heart.

"He didn't like how I looked before…"

Chen Fan chuckled: "Then tell me—does your husband love you more… or the version of you before?"

"How could he love the old me? He's so handsome, women aren't hard to find—he definitely prefers the new me."

Chen Fan was speechless, looking at Song Zuer.

Song Zuer said: "Can you find him?"

"I'll try. I'll follow the footprints. But fair warning—if I find him, Miss, you lose your chance to earn credit."

"I didn't… break the law…"

Human nature was laid bare at this moment.

The voice Chen Fan heard deep inside was a woman's secret.

It was her own past secret—the ugly self she had locked away deep within, the self she dared not face.

But is ugliness only in appearance?

Never.

Chen Fan followed the footprints, gradually determining the direction, then gazed into the distance, thought carefully, and said: "Just let the dogs loose."

Footprint analysis can assess the scene and locate people, but letting the dogs loose is still more effective.

When the police dogs arrived here, they barely took any time before dragging the man out.

After the man was captured, he was terrified, but still taken back by Old Song.

In the interrogation room, the man confessed the sequence of events: his wife had owed money and paid it off.

The money was paid, but the other side kept using photos to extort him, so he went to confront them—and they tied him up right away.

Then, right before his eyes, they touched his wife, and the man couldn't bear it—he broke free from the ropes, grabbed a knife, and slashed the man to death.

The story was simple.

Old Song, interrogating him, stared at this outcome, speechless.

Chen Fan stood by the glass window, shaking his head helplessly.

Here, Chen Fan turned off the cameraman's camera.

Then he walked in.

"I'm good at interrogating people. You've watched the livestream, right? You know me?"

"I know. You can see people's inner secrets. Lots of people talk about it."

"Your wife actually had relations with that big brother—in fact, with many others."

The man stared wide-eyed at Chen Fan and said: "How could that be… It's impossible."

"You earn money at home, while she goes out to earn hers—just her business isn't very good… You should understand: once a woman becomes beautiful, a sudden social divide makes her unable to resist temptation. She even admitted she likes your looks, doesn't she?"

The man lowered his head, tears falling, feeling wronged yet furious.

"Actually, I didn't seek her out, nor did I find anyone else—I just didn't want to fall in love. I thought I was too poor, knew nothing. Yes, many say I look sharp, but the money I make feels meaningless."

Chen Fan said: "I turned off the livestream. I don't want your villagers to know about this."

"Thank you."

"It's nothing. A small thing. I'm not that shameless. You're a very, very good man, honestly."

Old Song stared, dumbfounded, at Chen Fan.