Chapter 206: I Am Your Father

The next day, Chen Fan held his toothbrush, looked at Zhang Xinyu standing by the door, and said, "Early in the morning, what are you doing?"

"Last night, did you two...?"

"She cried all night long."

"Are you even human?"

"Tch. Your brain has nothing but that? By the way, did you forget that I can see the secrets inside people's hearts?"

After saying this, Zhang Xinyu instantly shut up, looked at Chen Fan with embarrassment, and fidgeted in various ways.

Chen Fan left directly.

Over here, Song Zuer was lying there fully clothed, already asleep.

Only after asking Zhang Xinyu did she learn that last night, Chen Fan had used a shamanistic ritual to let her mother and herself converse.

As for whether it was real, no one cared about the truth; as long as it worked, that was enough. Trying to explain everything clearly would only bring more hardship and exhaustion.

When Chen Fan arrived at the cafeteria, he saw Old Song holding a knife, and without a word, he immediately ran away.

Unfortunately, Old Song was watching quite closely here and stabbed Chen Fan right away, saying, "My daughter didn't come home last night. You kid, you'd better give me a good explanation."

"I said I performed a shamanistic ritual; do you believe me?"

"What? You really know how?"

"You really believe it?"

"I believe it. My daughter is so beautiful; you got up this early in the morning, so you definitely didn't have relations with my daughter. Don't get me wrong, if anyone were with my daughter, who would want to get out of bed?"

Chen Fan was speechless. Good lord, your logic as a father is truly powerful.

Over here, Old Song looked at Chen Fan and said, "Do you really know how to perform a shamanistic ritual?"

"Do you think your idea is reliable?"

Old Song instantly became alert and said, "Damn, that's disgusting. Sorry, I can't. Regardless of whether you can or not, you should talk to my daughter instead; don't come to me."

At this moment, the live broadcast had just recorded this scene, and everyone in the live room was laughing until they were numb.

"I'm dying of laughter. Good lord, so direct? I can picture that scene."

"Old Song holding Chen Fan's hand, saying, 'Darling,' hahahaha."

"Laughed so hard I swallowed my toothpaste. Damn it, how can these people be like this?"

"I like it so much, really like it. It's so fun."

Over here, Teacher Liu led the students into the office and gave each of them a notebook.

"Today counts as you beginning to independently analyze and organize forensic cases. This notebook will accompany you from now on until the end of the program."

The four nodded firmly.

"Forensics, remember: beyond dissection lies the hardest part. Among forensic experts, dissection is often the simplest. Here, someone will give you some old cases; you also need to organize these cases for me."

The group understood; this meant truly operating on their own, with no teaming up allowed.

Because when actually going to a place to work, one can only handle things alone, but up to now, no one knew who Old Liu would leave to work in his unit.

Would it be Qu Yiling, who surpassed expectations later, or the likable Xiang Qinqin?

After arranging these four, Old Liu handed a notebook to Chen Fan and said, "A notebook is something every forensic expert must possess; you must understand this point."

Chen Fan was speechless and said, "I feel I don't need this thing; I feel my written reflections aren't very good."

"It's fine, just write. Qin Ming himself has a personal notebook; otherwise, after all these years, why could he write books? Isn't it because the notebook records daily life?"

Chen Fan took it in his hand; this seemed to have become a tradition.

Old Song took out a fingerprint and said, "Can this be compared?"

Old Liu looked at the fingerprint and said, "You expect me to compare this fingerprint? Machines don't work for this; do you think I can?"

Chen Fan took a look and said, "Big brother, this fingerprint is shattered like this; how can it be compared?"

Old Song helplessly said, "Then what should be done? This case is missing just this one clue, okay?"

Old Liu wrote an introduction letter and said, "Here, take it and go. Find Shouzi. This guy is currently idle to death; he is the most suitable person."

"Isn't Shouzi retired already?"

"What defeated Shouzi was machines, not people; what are you thinking? Shouzi is still effective. Chen Fan, you follow along."

Chen Fan was speechless and could only grit his teeth and follow. He naturally understood that his going meant bringing the audience along, and the purpose of doing so was to give Shouzi a bit more traffic, to take care of Shouzi's business and such.

In the car, Old Song drove, Zhang Tianxiong sat in the back seat, and Zhang Xinyu was on the side, giggling.

"What are you following for?"

"I've been in the observation room and found it so boring, so I wanted to come out and get some fresh air."

"You want to come out and get some fresh air? I'm too embarrassed to point it out, but you simply want to follow me."

"You discovered that?"

Fine, Zhang Xinyu changed tactics and went straight for a direct shot.

Chen Fan instantly shut up.

Old Song explained, "In earlier years, fingerprint comparison machines didn't exist domestically yet. At that time, everyone could only rely on experience to solve problems, and thus some extraordinary people were born."

"These people's eyes were even sharper than machines. Shouzi specializes in investigating such things; there is no fingerprint Shouzi cannot find. It's just that later, when machines arrived, Shouzi retired."

Zhang Tianxiong said, "Actually, it was image enhancement that made Shouzi retire, right?"

Old Song coughed and said, "Mm, yes. Your master didn't send you to give Shouzi traffic; he just wanted you to meet Shouzi."

"My Master wants to find someone to beat me up."

"Don't worry; Shouzi is a very good person."

The group arrived at the entrance of the photography studio and saw an old man holding a stick, saying, "Get lost, get lost! Chen Fan, if I see you again, I'll hit you once."

The photographer stood speechless on the side, while the audience happily watched the spectacle.

Old Song said, "Mm, wait for me; I'll come to discuss."

Chen Fan chuckled, then walked up to Shouzi, lowering and raising his head.

Shouzi froze on the spot.

"You little brat, you don't even recognize your own dad?"

No, no—summoning the gods, is that how you use it? If that's how you use it, then the system that gave you the skill would probably be furious enough to keel over.

Shouzi got a scare, just about to call out 'Dad' when he noticed Chen Fan starting to shift the topic.

Shouzi realized then that the kid was just stringing him along.

"You little punk, you really do know a few crooked tricks, you've got something going on, you've got something going on. Alright, you lot come in, let me have a look."

The few of them walked inside.