Chapter 23: What Kind of Skill Is This? (Support Please, Fourth Update)

Old Liu nearly spat out his water and said, "You're serious?"

"Yeah, the size is definitely wrong. According to her actual C+ size, she should be using a C cup or thereabouts, but this cup is way too big—it clearly doesn't belong to this woman."

What kind of skill is this?

Chen Fan looked like he understood perfectly.

The several girl police officers beside him were utterly speechless, their faces flushed red from what Chen Fan had said.

Wait, hold on, bro, wait a minute—our brains can't keep up.

"I need theoretical knowledge, not just your word for it."

Chen Fan was speechless, stood up, walked over to a girl, and slapped her on the back.

Before the girl could react, she suddenly felt something snap open.

"Ah, wait, I… I need to go to the bathroom."

"No need to look—B cup size with C cup padding, girl, you're lying."

Pfft—hahahaahaha!

Gao Ye in the observation room burst out laughing until tears streamed down her face: "Hahaha, I'm dying! Boss Yang, your company's employee has quite a few specialties."

What specialties?

When the girl returned, she glared angrily at Chen Fan: "How did you do that?"

"Nothing special—just practice makes perfect. If I wanted to, I could undo it in seconds."

'I don't believe you.'

Chen Fan was speechless, and directly slapped a boy on the lower back.

The boy hadn't even figured out what happened when he looked down and saw his pants falling, then quickly pulled them up.

He ran off.

Then Chen Fan moved closer to several girls, and the girls all stepped back.

Don't come over, don't come over!

"I can't—I'm going to die laughing, hahaha!"

"Why does this guy always manage to spit out something so bizarre?"

"Isn't this just a skill modern young guys have mastered? It's insane."

"I can't—I'm going to laugh till my stomach hurts, hahaha, I'm dying!"

Humans would never bother thinking about this kind of thing.

Old Liu was also speechless: "You just judged all this from that?"

"Is that not allowed?"

"Actually, it's possible. You're right—we found tissue on this bra that didn't belong to the victim. Later investigation revealed the bra belonged to someone else, and that person had a solid alibi."

Chen Fan said, "So, was there one person or two at the scene?"

"The woman was poisoned into unconsciousness, then stabbed to death by someone—both man and woman were killed. The man's death was the scenario I set up when evaluating these new recruits: a knife wound to the heart, death from excessive blood loss."

"In an old neighborhood with few surveillance cameras, it's indeed hard to handle."

Old Liu nodded: "This woman was a prostitute."

That's really impressive.

The group began collecting fingerprints.

Except near where the victim fell, few places were searched.

Only Xiang Qinqin walked around with a cotton swab, wiping one spot after another, searching meticulously.

No one noticed this—they only wanted to see the most direct, thrilling clues.

Crime scene investigation is the most basic skill for a forensic examiner, but deciding where and how to investigate requires careful thought.

The young officers, finding nothing else to look for, handed their collected evidence to Old Zhou.

Xu Xintong said, "Basic sampling and fingerprint collection are complete."

"Without the victim's body, we can't collect more, but the bloodstains' dryness level needs further lab testing to determine time of death."

Truly a genius—three sentences and he'd already analyzed everything.

Qu Yiling flicked her ponytail: "We sampled the trash bin, bathroom, and bedroom—found nothing unusual."

Old Liu nodded approvingly; these two geniuses really did have real ability.

Cheng Ruofei said, "I did a preliminary fingerprint comparison—no extra fingerprints found in the room."

????

Old Liu said, "Standard fingerprint comparison requires computer analysis."

Cheng Ruofei replied, "In extreme conditions, you can make a preliminary match by eye. Domestically, one matching point is standard, but if you find five or six matching points, it's acceptable. The man's fingerprints are badly damaged—he likely worked in a specialized field."

"Can you tell what field?"

Chen Ti volunteered: "I suspect he might be a laborer or a chef, but we need to examine the body to confirm."

Old Liu looked at Cheng Ruofei, who added, "Could also be someone working in a lab or chemistry-related field… and…"

Old Liu sighed helplessly: "If he were a professional worker, he wouldn't live in such a terrible environment—so this deduction doesn't hold."

Doesn't hold?

Chen Fan said, "I think it does. Scientists suffer hard lives— isn't that normal? Their salaries are so low."

Old Liu coughed—damn, was that something you could say?

Isn't this going to cause conflict?

Meanwhile, Xiang Qinqin was still sampling, wiping, searching for each fingerprint.

Everyone seemed to silently turn their gaze toward the busy Xiang Qinqin.

"You don't need to do any more checks?"

The few of them shook their heads.

They indicated that what they already had was enough.

Knowing the fingerprints was sufficient.

Old Liu sighed, looked at the crowd, and said, "You guys, you've really been overlooking a few points."