Chapter 209

In the end, Li Tian patted Chen Fan on the shoulder directly, gave Chen Fan a person's name and information, Chen Fan looked at it, and walked over.

"Let me say first, I don't have a gun."

The man said in a low voice: "I know you, the genius of the forensic field."

"Not bad, I'm just better at cutting people. The one in your box is Jiang Yuan, right? Your apprentice, right?"

The man said: "Yes, my apprentice. You guessed right. You know what I'm planning to do, right?"

"I know, stir up public opinion, and then get this case reopened, right?"

"Yes."

"Suppose this case really was done by Jiang Yuan? Have you thought about that?"

"Jiang Yuan is dead, died just today. I'm just the first to know. If the police saw it, what do you think those media would write? Nothing more than the so-called suicide out of guilt."

Chen Fan grunted, and said: "How did he die?"

"Hanging. By the time we got into the room, he was already gone."

Chen Fan nodded, and said: "Then let's do the autopsy. Whether it's suicide or however he died, just do the autopsy."

"What I want you to solve is the case of insulting Jiang Yuan, not whether Jiang Yuan himself was good or not."

Chen Fan said: "I'm a forensic doctor. If you don't let me cut, what am I supposed to do? Expect me to do a spirit dance and let Jiang Yuan's soul possess me? Do you believe in that stuff?"

"I don't believe it. That stuff is just to fool people."

"Right. Alright, let's go back and do the autopsy."

"Jiang Yuan was raped to death by an unknown number of people. What's the use of you doing an autopsy on Jiang Yuan?"

"Who knows? Forget all that. Cutting is better than not cutting. Let's go."

The man put down the remote control, and Zhang Tianxiong and several others rushed up instantly, directly taking the person down.

Soon, in the interrogation room and the autopsy room, two cameras focused separately on Chen Fan doing the autopsy, and Li Tian in charge of the interrogation.

Here, the lawyer was called Zheng Zifeng, considered one of the more formidable lawyers in the province.

The lawyer in the observation room also knew Zheng Zifeng.

This lawyer also knew about this case.

"Yes, rape followed by the woman's suicide. This incident caused quite a stir back then."

Hu Ge said: "Isn't this the case that was on the news some time ago?"

"Yes, the case that was on the news some time ago. Then, because of the rape, Jiang Yuan was sentenced to three years here, and paid a lot in compensation. After getting out, he died today. Sigh, back then with this case, Zheng Zifeng ran around quite a bit, but the ironclad evidence was overwhelming, nothing could be done."

The four words "ironclad evidence" — there's a story behind them.

Chen Fan here cut open the man's body, with Old Liu directing on the side.

Xiang Qinqin finished her own footprint case and came over to help hold things.

Old Liu said: "It is indeed death by suffocation, hanging, final suffocation, death."

Chen Fan took out the stomach, cut it open, and looked at the contents inside.

"Hmm, looks a bit like sleeping pills. This person probably didn't sleep too comfortably."

Old Liu didn't speak, looking at Chen Fan. With those words, Old Liu knew Chen Fan was starting to cause trouble again.

"Hmm, there's a wound here. How did this injury happen?"

"I looked at the case back then. This hand wound is an old injury."

"Right, how was this case decided, Master?"

"The woman jumped into the river and died. The day before, Jiang Yuan had relations with this woman, and Jiang Yuan's own DNA was found inside her body. Get it?"

Jumped into the river to commit suicide.

This version of events is really quite interesting.

"What about the timing?"

"Well, in the evening. After Jiang Yuan finished with this Miss, the woman went home, and then couldn't think it through, so she died."

"Why couldn't she think it through?"

Old Liu got angry directly, and said: "Why do you have so many questions? Are you starting to let emotions get involved in judging cases?"

Chen Fan lowered his head, suddenly raised it, with tears at the corners of his eyes, and said: "Liu Laoshi, we were in love. Why would she commit suicide? I really don't understand."

Old Liu got a big scare. Chen Fan's sudden change and extension of voice, and those tears, directly scared Old Liu stiff.

Jiang Yuan had come to find him before, Old Liu remembered this child.

How could he not remember this child? A lawyer who went to a remote area to teach, how could he not remember?

This child, back then so sunny, so outstanding.

Old Liu was a bit scared, subconsciously reaching for his protective talisman. Here Chen Fan lowered his head again, voice changing, and said: "Just teasing you, Master. Look at you, why are you so scared?"

Old Liu didn't speak.

Because now he really somewhat believed in Chen Fan's spirit dance. This stuff, most likely is real.

But he couldn't admit it, couldn't let the audience believe it. This stuff is very strange.

Actually Chen Fan was the one who understood the least, because in that instant of immersion, Chen Fan really gained some extra memories, some voices, some skills, some habits.

As if he really could imitate anyone.

But only the dead.

So is it superstition, or science? Chen Fan didn't know, just like his original bet back then.

Betting on himself — so, is it a concept-level ability, or is it that because of his words, the bet, the world began to change?

So Chen Fan never bets on who killed someone.

Because Chen Fan worried that in the end, because of his bet, the original development would be changed, and then the real killer might be altered.

"Long-term insomnia, even with a certain irritability, and this person often drank. Teacher, what do you think, a person who commits suicide, what is the reason? Suicide out of guilt? You've seen real rapists, haven't you?"

Old Liu said nothing.

"Teacher, speak—tell us about the rapists you've seen."

Old Liu said helplessly, "Rapists—I've seen them, I've autopsied them, and I've even observed how these people live. None of them carry any moral self-condemnation. They all live easy lives and sleep soundly. The ones who lose sleep are always the ones blaming themselves. But rapists? There's no such thing as self-blame with them."

It was an absolute explosion. Old Liu's words set the entire livestream audience's emotions on fire.

Everyone mulled it over for a long time. Right—a person who goes to teach in the countryside rapes a village Miss? Say that out loud, who would believe it?

Not even a ghost would buy it.

Everyone's seen *Ordinary World*—do beauties like the ones in those villages really exist?

That's the world of film and television. In reality, where does such a thing exist?

In the observation room, Teacher He said, "That counts as a violation, doesn't it?"

"Yes, but also no. Chen Fan isn't leading anyone here—he's just stating facts. That's the value of a forensic doctor."

"Huh, really?"

"Exactly. The residue in the stomach represents a person's daily life; long-term drinking shows up differently in the blood. All of this can be analyzed as forensic data. The forensic doctor provides the data, and the officers infer the person's daily routine from it. That itself is part of forensic work, so there's no so-called leading."

Qin Ming continued, "Set aside the shamanic ritual bit—everything Chen Fan said is reasonable. Because rapists really don't blame themselves. If someone could feel remorse and reflect, would they still be a rapist?"

When criminals blame themselves, it's always about getting caught—not about the crime itself or the wrong done to the victim.

This point, Qin Ming, the lawyers, and even the audience all understood deeply.

Suicide out of fear of punishment?

That only ever happens with people who killed by accident, couldn't bear the weight of their conscience, and finally took their own lives.

Someone who set out to kill in the first place—how could they possibly kill themselves out of fear of punishment? They genuinely meant to kill.

In the interrogation room, Li Tian looked at Zheng Zifeng and said, "Honestly, how many years has it been? Let me count. From when you helped your apprentice fight the lawsuit—two years. Your apprentice went in for three years. Five whole years."

"Yes, five years. The child's future is ruined. You all know that, don't you? Li Tian, look at me—don't tell me you didn't say hello to Jiang Yuan."

Li Tian was silent for a moment, then said, "But back then, it was that group of family members making the fuss. You knew it better than I did. That Miss was about to get married."

"Yes, about to get married—but she didn't actually marry, did she? And Jiang Yuan said he was in a relationship with that Miss. Look at me—look at me. The photo of the ring on the girl's finger—is it there or not? I'm asking you—is it there or not?"

"It got too ugly."

"Do you deserve to wear that uniform? Tell me, Li Tian—look at your uniform—tell me, do you deserve it or not?"

Li Tian slammed the table and said, "I go over there every single year to look, trying to find the killer. You think I don't want to? But there's nothing to find—only footprints over there, nothing else. Surveillance? They can barely get electricity over there. You tell me—how am I supposed to find the killer?"

Zheng Zifeng and Li Tian fell silent at the same time.

"But back then, you could have pressed those reporters, couldn't you?"

"A bunch of trash—why bother with all that."

Just then, Old Liu's phone rang. Chen Fan said, exasperated, "Don't tell me I have to go on a business trip."