Chapter 204

"Ah, no need to ask anymore? Must I admit it?"

"Who told you? The evidence chain in this case is closed; we don't need your nonsense. Whether you speak or not won't delay us from making you confess. By the way, if you say in court, 'I don't admit I killed anyone,' the judge will tell you, 'If you don't admit it, then shut up.'"

Pfft, hahahaha.

Laughed to death.

The audience thought of something: a while back, a gang boss and murderer, when the judge asked if he admitted guilt, the gang boss directly said, "I don't admit it."

Then the judge, without a second word, said, "If you don't admit it, then don't speak, just shut up. We don't need you to admit it; we'll just process you directly."

The shaman finally couldn't hold out and voluntarily admitted it.

He indeed killed someone for the first time and failed, and subsequently killed people here as well.

After killing them, he stuffed them directly into a pig and burned it.

The village has no habit of eating pork.

"How did you know no one eats pork?"

Chen Fan said disdainfully, "This thing, even a fool understands. For roasted pig, you must use spices. Burning it like this is useless, and there are bones. If you don't burn it vigorously enough, the bones won't break, okay? People will discover it later."

Old Song said, "This matter, only you believe it; I don't. You better not drag me in, I'm telling you."

Chen Fan was speechless and said, "Tch, not a single cell of humor, truly boring. Let me show you a talent."

Old Song didn't understand.

Chen Fan lowered his head, then suddenly raised it, looking at the shaman before him.

The shaman was directly scared silly, looking at Chen Fan and saying, "You... you you you, who exactly are you?"

"It hurts so much, Master... it hurts so much."

The shaman pulled hard on the handcuffs beside him, backing away, but the handcuffs wouldn't give him a chance.

Chen Fan reached out, slapped his own head, and then his eyes turned gentle again.

"Master, may I take care of you? Can you let me go?"

The shaman pointed at Chen Fan and said, "Aaaaaah, you are a devil, you are a devil! You are already dead, you are dead, you are dead, you are dead! Don't come over."

Old Song's back broke out in cold sweat; when Chen Fan said, "May I take care of you," the voice was a woman's voice.

Damn, that voice, hoarse and carrying a sense of weakness, was really very similar.

Chen Fan shook his head again and said, "You won't have a good time; you will die..."

The shaman went completely mad, and then Old Song smelled a scent of urine.

Well, this shaman peed himself.

The director watched the video and had the operations team give Chen Fan a close-up; that look, that change, left the director completely stunned.

Holy crap, my God, damn it, is this a bit too scary?

"No way, this guy, could his acting really be that good?"

"Director, you're talking nonsense. Good acting requires observation; Chen Fan doesn't even know the villagers, how could he observe them?"

The director suddenly felt that seemed very correct.

Then, in the studio, the atmosphere quieted down; it seemed one couldn't even hear breathing.

Afterwards, an assistant brought tea and said, "Director, the milk tea you ordered..."

"Aaaaaah, oh my god."

The director and the operations person shouted simultaneously, startling the assistant greatly.

The director sighed with relief and said, "No, no, what just happened to me?"

The operations person said, "I'm a bit afraid to watch. Director, I want to take leave; I want to stay in a temple. Right now I feel nowhere is safe. If Chen Fan doesn't give me an explanation, I won't be able to get through this."

"Do you think, if Chen Fan gives an explanation, you would believe it?"

The operations person covered his head and said, "How could I possibly believe it? This simply doesn't fit science, okay?"

In the observation room, everyone looked at Qin Ming. Qin Ming laughed it off and said, "Actually, I could try to explain."

"You better have a good explanation."

Qin Ming was speechless and said, "Hmm, Chen Fan must be excellent in psychology, observation studies, behavioral science, and so on."

"Teacher Qin Ming, there is no discipline called 'observation studies'."

Qin Ming chuckled, raised his hand, and started drinking water; it was just that the hand holding the water cup began to tremble.

Small matter; there is absolutely no such thing as summoning spirits.

At this moment, Chen Fan left the interrogation room and returned to the forensic department.

In the evening, everyone sat together to eat; Chen Fan ate at a separate table, while the rest ate at one table.

"Um, can I go over and eat some meat?"

"You sit there. If you don't explain clearly today, you are not allowed to come over."

Old Liu directly took out his amulet and placed it on the table.

Chen Fan was speechless and said, "Come on, what are you guys doing? Do you have to be like this? Isn't this just playing around?"

Heh, several people completely ignored him. Come on, if you don't explain, this matter simply cannot be covered up.

At this time, Litiantui Sect entered, saying, "This is just a grasp of reasoning and psychology; Chen Fan was merely imitating the appearance of the deceased before death. This thing is quite similar to some of our reasoning police officers imitating criminals committing crimes."

Only then did the crowd realize, and it seemed it really was so.

Chen Fan sat at the table, and Li Tian whispered in Chen Fan's ear, "Hmm, you kid, you really know how to cause trouble. You wouldn't really know how to summon spirits, would you?"

"Believe in science; how are you still superstitious..."

"It's not about superstition or not; there are some things I also feel afraid of. You wouldn't really think that summoning spirits has fakes, right? Many things fortune-tellers predict are very scary."

"Don't say that; you solve cases by finding fortune-tellers?"

"Yes, I have. A few were accurate; the areas they basically pinpointed were quite similar to the areas we delineated."

This time, it was Chen Fan's turn to be scared. Wait—could his "spirit-jumping" skill really be feudal superstition?

Damn it, it can't be, right? It shouldn't be, right?

Forget it, stop thinking about it. Always fussing over this stuff is pointless.

When it came to his own skills, Chen Fan mostly chose to leave them alone—after all, sometimes these skills simply couldn't be explained.

Li Tian took a bite of food and said, "The case is completely wrapped up on this end. The sacrificial rite confessed to all the people he's killed over the years, and the village has arrested quite a few people too. Every last one of them has to be caught."

"Does the village chief know?"

"Know? Of course he does. In a village this big, people disappeared, and the sacrificial rite just said the kids ran away—who'd believe that? Could they all have run away? He definitely knew. It's just that the old man was still alive, so everyone had to play along."

"Then do the parents know?"

Li Tian took another bite and said, "They know."

Everyone eating at the table looked up at Li Tian.

Wait, hold on—the parents know?

Li Tian said, "Yes, they know. They know their own child met with misfortune, they know what was burning in the firelight was their own child. Not knowing wouldn't be realistic—after all these years of burning, do you think no one would notice? The temperature of a crematorium and the temperature of matches are vastly different; the temperature just wouldn't be high enough. Also, Chen Fan didn't say this in the interrogation room—he was worried the livestream viewers couldn't handle it."

The livestream had been turned off the moment Li Tian arrived.

Some things, if shown to the audience, they really might not be able to bear it.

Because it was just too shocking.

Their whole worldview would be shaken to death.

At this moment, Song Zuer asked, "So actually, the outsiders who were held back by everyone—that was also because these families weren't satisfied, right?"

Li Tian said, "Yes. My own child is dead, yet the old man survived, and now there are no young people left. You come tell me, 'we won't keep doing it'—how could they let you off? The sacrificial rite has to find young people. If he doesn't, the villagers will kill the sacrificial rite themselves. The sacrificial rite's life is actually tied to the old man's life."

The meat in the hotpot was already fully cooked, but no one had the courage to keep eating.

After the meal here, Chen Fan returned to his room, opened a bottle of liquor, and started drinking on his own.

He was sorting through his "spirit-jumping," pondering the activation conditions of this skill.

He thought it over carefully—he could only put himself in the perspective of the dead.

If he could put himself in the perspective of the living, then it wouldn't really be "spirit-jumping" anymore.

"Spirit-jumping" is feudal superstition, but it's also meant to satisfy those who miss their family members—just a longing, that's all.

Three or four knocks sounded at the door. Chen Fan, resigned, pulled it open.

Song Zuer looked at Chen Fan, carrying fruit.

"I was wondering when you'd come find me."

Song Zuer said, "I just wanted to, wanted to, see my mom one more time."

Chen Fan was speechless.