Chapter 207

Shouzi held the photo, compared it, and said, "Mm, your fingerprints really are pretty badly fragmented, but that doesn't mean they can't be found."

"Normally, the points I give for fingerprints are all marked as musical notes. The direction you set is eight to ten points, or more, right?"

Chen Fan said, "Actually, six or seven is enough. After all, the probability of them being identical is too low. This kind of low-probability event isn't worth considering."

"Uh, forensic medicine really is a science. Your thinking is right, but it won't hold up in court. You still need to find eight points, ten points. But me, I always look for them by seven points."

Chen Fan stood to the side, listening quietly.

The old man was like a teacher, laying out his skills completely, without holding anything back.

"Know about fingerprint completion?"

Chen Fan said jokingly, "Forget it, how could that thing be possible."

"Look at you, weren't you just talking about big data?"

Chen Fan put away his earlier grin, Ajing sat down, and watched the old man's operation.

Holding the paper, he began to trace the lines bit by bit, drawing downward.

It was just like drawing a musical score.

When the old man had nearly finished drawing, he finally opened up the fingerprints he'd set aside earlier.

"Mm, this person."

Old Song glanced at the fingerprint, quickly called the bureau, and the bureau notified back that this person had already gone to the train station.

Good lord, he's planning to run.

Shouzi said from the side, "Which train station did he go to?"

"The East Station side."

"Easy. Just call the East Station's Yingyan, send the photo over, and that'll do it."

Old Song patted his own head and said, "Look at my memory, Yingyan really is the perfect fit."

Shouzi looked at Chen Fan and said, "Can you understand it?"

"I can get the general idea. How many fingerprints have you looked at?"

"Tens of thousands by now. All these years I've been looking, constantly completing my own method. If you have time, you can give it a try. Although it's not tied to eight or ten points, it can still narrow down the range, unless you run into one of those weird cases."

Weird?

Chen Fan explained to the audience, saying, "Eight points, ten points, is actually to infinitely expand the fingerprint comparison data. In the human world, it's easy for everyone to see people who look very similar, or even identical. But there are still subtle differences. At that point, eight points, ten points, or even fifteen points are needed to make a judgment. But people who look this similar are ultimately a small dataset."

Chen Fan, rarely, took out a notebook and recorded these things down.

"Thank you, Master."

": This Master title you've given me, alright then. If anything comes up later, just contact me. No rush to go. As for Yingyan's side, as long as this person enters the train station, he won't get away."

The few of them got in the car. Old Song said, "We have a few unusual people on our side. These people are all in criminal investigation, all relying on experience to track people. Shouzi is simple — he just looks at fingerprints. Yingyan is even simpler — he finds people."

"Finds people?"

'Right, anyone within three days, as long as Yingyan has seen them, no matter who it is, he can remember. Any more than that, Yingyan can't remember. When he was young he was amazing — everyone he'd seen within ten days, he could remember. As long as he sees a photo, let alone a person, even an ant, he can dig it out for you.'

Oh my.

The audience was stunned. Is he really that awesome?

In the observation room, Qin Ming said, "Actually, Old Song was being conservative. You have to know, there are even more impressive ones than this. Earlier on, to improve everyone's case-solving efficiency, we held some martial arts competitions. A thousand photos, scrambled order, having these people reassemble them — that was all small stuff."

Damn, this group is all monsters.

Hu Ge said, "Is it a tech blockade?"

"Mm, in the early years there was a tech blockade, but we always had our own methods. Clumsy, but they worked. But clumsy methods are prone to error. You all know about the recent wrongful convictions, right? Actually, not every wrongful case involves some kind of power or whatever. A lot of the time, these cases are just caused by backward technology and outdated thinking."

After all, the ones solving cases are people, not machines.

The few of them took their time getting to the train station. The person had already been detained here by Yingyan.

Holding a walkie-talkie, Yingyan sat to the side eating sunflower seeds, while the person squatted on the ground.

"Long time no see, Old Song."

"Long time no see. You're still the impressive one."

"Machines are useful, but when the face is covered, machines don't work. Makeup, either. Sigh, you still have to rely on people."

Chen Fan had no objection to this point and said, "What's your judgment?"

"Chen Fan, the new forensic genius?"

Chen Fan nodded.

Yingyan said, "Let me tell you, recognizing people is a real art; there's a lot to it. Listen, and I'll tell you slowly."

Old Song was speechless on this side and said, "Zhang Tianxiong, you follow along. I'll take the person back first."

Meanwhile, Yingyan wasn't speaking very fast, and Chen Fan took out his notebook, recording bit by bit.

Height, weight, body characteristics, and so on — all appeared before Chen Fan's eyes like art.

These things, image enhancement doesn't have.

Image enhancement only enhances some clear facial features.

Then, how do you judge from the back?

How do you judge when the face is covered?

Or, if this person deliberately hunches their body, how do you judge that?

Machines are, after all, machines. People always find ways to beat machines.

Although most of the time, machines win.

Chen Fan wasn't anxious at all. When Yingyan had nearly finished speaking, Chen Fan said, "Mm, if I make this software later, will you be happy?"

"Happy, I'll be very happy. If you really make it, an accuracy rate of forty is enough. I won't even ask for the accuracy to be too high."

"Mm, I estimated. Eighty percent chance the accuracy can reach seventy or eighty, even close to ninety would be fine. But that would need a professional programmer. The programming I know is just that little bit, not much."

"It's fine. With fifty, we can make things much easier for everyone. This skill of mine can't really be taught. Over the years, so many people have tried to learn it by following along, but they just can't remember it. They just can't."

At this moment, the old man took the walkie-talkie and said, "The one on the west side, the one wearing a hat, the one with glasses—check it out for me and see what's really going on."

The people here went to investigate, and only after finding nothing wrong did they let him go.

"You see, I'm really not that capable."

At this moment, just as Eagle Eye finished speaking, he pulled Chen Fan to his side. Zhang Tianxiong, quick-eyed and deft-handed, stepped forward directly. One in front and one behind, the two of them shielded Chen Fan in the middle.

A man pulling a suitcase walked into the high-speed rail station.

The man was very calm, but Eagle Eye was not.

Eagle Eye gave a look to the people beside him, and a few of them gathered around.

They planned to detain the man here.

But the man gave them no chance at all. He grabbed his suitcase and ran, then roared, "There's a bomb in my suitcase. Get out of my way!"

At this, the people around began to panic.

Chen Fan was speechless and said quietly, "I feel like I've got Conan attached to me right now."

"First get Chen Fan out of here. Evacuate the crowd. Don't cause a panic. Looks like we've got our hands full. I know this guy—he's a big-shot lawyer."

?????

Zhang Tianxiong said, "Then what's your reason for judging this guy is off?"

"A big-shot lawyer has that much money, yet his suitcase is that beat up—do you think that makes sense? And when have you ever seen a big-shot lawyer travel with a suitcase? Besides, when he lifted it just now, the suitcase clearly swayed a bit. There's something heavy inside."

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