Chapter 195: How Many Knives Are There That Kill Women

That day, there was no sunlight, no rain, only overcast skies, making it feel quite uncomfortable; autumn had arrived, and the weather was gradually turning cooler.

The bad news was, everyone needed to add a layer of clothing, and they could eat some fresh fruit.

The good news was, on the forensic side, handling cases would be relatively easier, because in this kind of weather, corpses would rot just a little bit slower.

The director looked at the new trending searches, beaming with delight—now the trending searches were basically all brought in by the newcomers-to-the-workplace side.

The forensic science major, once an obscure field, had been pulled out into the open; when everyone learned of it, the director hadn't even expected it to blow up like this.

The fresh-faced idol who had earned a First-Class Merit, and his cold, ruthless efficiency in handling cases, left countless people feeling shaken.

Everyone loved contrast; compared to those fresh-faced idols who would get scared and cry at the drop of a hat, someone like Chen Fan was far too rare.

His fans kept growing every day; there was no reason for anyone to dislike a fresh-faced idol like this.

As for this fresh-faced idol's private life and all that, it actually wasn't that important—because who cares? It has nothing to do with me. I'm just here for the entertainment; I like watching Chen Fan bring us the fun.

Old Liu took the documents and found everyone, saying: "Mm, I heard that quite a few internet celebrity companies have contacted you guys, wanting to collaborate on some hype, right?"

The four of them looked at each other, then said nothing.

"Actually, this doesn't affect anything. It's just that if any of you do things on your own, you need to be careful—it might be illegal. The forensic work, we're filming it on the show's side, but if you do it as an individual, your unit won't be responsible."

They weren't fools.

To be precise, all four of them understood what was going on; all of this was brought in by this forensic expert. Without this variety show, no one would be paying attention to them.

Chen Fan arrived at the scene and said: "Damn it, I really give up—where's my pen? I remember my pen was always on my clothes, so how did it disappear?"

Old Liu chuckled and said: "I told you, you have to keep an eye on your own pen. In any department, pens are the most commonly lost item."

"By the way, no cases today, right?"

The moment he finished speaking, Chen Fan was stopped by everyone.

No, big bro, please don't say that, I'm begging you, let us rest for a bit.

At this point, Old Liu, helpless, pointed at Old Song standing at the door and said: "Chen Fan, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll seal your mouth shut with tape."

Old Song walked in and said: "The case is fairly simple—the perpetrator has basically been caught, we just need to close the evidence loop. Everyone, take a look and help out."

The few people looked at each other, then looked at Old Song and said: "What case?"

"A husband killed his own wife. The one who called the police was the child. The husband said he didn't know what happened, that he went out in the middle of the night because he had something to do."

"And then he was caught—"

"Caught, of course. In this day and age, who would believe someone going out in the middle of the night? He definitely had something going on. We just pressed him a little, and the guy confessed—he used a teddy bear to smother his wife to death. That's how simple it was."

Then we need an autopsy.

At this point, Old Liu didn't let Chen Fan do it, but handed the knife to Qu Yiling.

Among these four people, Qu Yiling had made the greatest progress, and the fastest progress; entrusting this work to her was the most fitting choice.

The corpse was laid out on the table; Qu Yiling took the knife and slowly cut open the clothing.

Chen Fan, eating sunflower seeds, said: "Tsk tsk tsk, this body is actually quite good-looking, interesting, very interesting."

Old Song, annoyed, said: "You kid, show some respect. The person is dead. Show some respect."

Chen Fan said: "Good-looking is good-looking, not good-looking is not good-looking. Give me the file."

The file was handed to Chen Fan.

Under the camera, everyone saw the general picture; the meaning was simple—this couple had married and had a son.

And then, now was the time to settle down and live their lives. In the entire neighborhood, both of them had quite good reputations; many people said a family like this was enviable.

The man worked very diligently, very dependable and reassuring; the woman, too, was very simple, and very good-looking.

The child's grades were also very good.

In how they treated people and handled matters, this family was quite decent.

Chen Fan clicked his tongue as he looked at the photos and said: "Do you believe in love?"

Old Song said: "Cut the toxic chicken soup. Your stuff easily leads others astray. We're live-streaming, it leaves a very bad impression. Your show has received complaints—someone said your show, the things you say, are too insulting."

"Mm, I know. So, where do I pay the fine?"

"What fine?"

"None of my damn business. I admit my mistake, I accept the punishment, but I just won't change. My words are harsh—then don't watch. Plug your own ears. Watching me every day just to find something wrong with me—is this person sick in the head?"

Pfft, hahahaha.

Countless people laughed along; it really did seem to be the case.

You say, if you don't like Chen Fan, you can just not watch. There's no need to keep picking on Chen Fan every single day.

Then you watched, and then you cursed Chen Fan.

Isn't that just asking for it?

The audience's bullet comments are the most real.

"Damn, how noble is the person who reported this? Can't even handle this little bit? The show already said, what we're playing is real."

"Yeah, I really can't figure it out. Does this person think the whole world revolves around them?"

"Sigh, but I really like Chen Fan's temper. What he said is satisfying. Watch if you want, if not, get lost."

"Everyone doesn't need to stir things up—the host stirs things up on his own."

Old Liu said: "Alright, stop with the useless talk. Tell us what you found."