Chapter 260

"It's really absurd. In my whole life, I've never met such a strange person. This guy, being with his own wife, was actually because of his own pursuit."

"Then the woman kept ignoring him, never agreed, and in the end, when she'd had enough fun, she got together with the man. But even after they were together, when they went to bed, the man said it felt as if she was just pitying him."

Chen Fan took a bite of something on the side and said, "It's small in size, right?"

"???"

The other end of the phone paused, then said, "How did you know?"

"In general rape cases, the man is either impotent or small-sized. It's basically inescapable."

"That's a crooked approach."

Chen Fan said disdainfully, "This is a common phenomenon. If he were eighteen, he wouldn't go raping. Don't worry. This society is like a woman—very fat, but her chest is really big. Lots of people still like her. The same logic applies to men."

Li Tian's face darkened, as if what was said was really true.

Here, the police officer said, "I didn't ask about that, but this guy said being with his own wife wasn't very satisfying. Then, on top of that, every time his wife was intimate with him, she showed disgust, so he started getting ideas."

"Once he couldn't hold back, he directly raped a woman and accidentally strangled her to death. After that, he grew to like that feeling."

People subconsciously search for the appearance of the person they like.

The officer here said, "How did you discover this woman?"

"I did permutations and combinations on the deceased's side. People who look very similar were grouped together, then those who don't look alike were eliminated by process of exclusion. I combined the facial features, then did a sketch. Very quickly, the woman's appearance came out."

Damn, it's really fantastical, but it's very scientific, because this really is forensic work.

Matters on the image-investigation side.

Image investigation, besides image enhancement, actually also includes these methods.

On the other end of the phone, the police officer said, "Regardless, thank you, Chen Fan. On behalf of those dead women, I thank you."

Chen Fan said, "Mm, right, let me add one more thing. This woman actually cuckolded the man too. If you want to mess with that criminal a bit, you can bring this up. Not only that—mm, just target the fact that the man was bigger than him."

"Ah, is that appropriate?"

"He killed so many people, and you won't even provoke him a little? Is that appropriate?"

"That really could work, it doesn't violate the rules. Let me go ask. Don't hang up, wait for me."

Here, the police officer went into the room, said these two things, and then the audience heard someone on the phone start cursing and furiously pounding the table.

The man was extremely angry. Clearly, this guy's last shred of dignity had been torn apart by Chen Fan.

This is what's truly hurtful. Actually, Chen Fan was only guessing from the start, but if a man doesn't even have this bit of courage, then he must be carrying some disability.

Here, the advisor proactively brought Chen Fan a watermelon and said, "Here you go."

Chen Fan took a scalpel, cut it open, and said, "Mm, then I'll eat half of it myself."

"Eat, eat."

Chen Fan took the watermelon, stood up, walked to the blackboard, silently ate the watermelon, and watched a few forensic examiners chatting on the side.

The cameraman gave Chen Fan the camera, and also gave the advisor the camera.

Here, Old Zhou chatted with a few people beside him and said, "How about it—this time, if I get the Outstanding Contribution, that should work, right?"

A few people echoed in agreement, nodding one after another.

Clearly, Chen Fan's performance this time was just too brilliant. This Outstanding Contribution award could still be given.

Where Chen Fan didn't understand, he wouldn't talk nonsense. He gave his own thoughts. Only when he felt he could understand something would Chen Fan speak up.

As for when others said impressive things, Chen Fan would listen carefully. When he felt others were talking nonsense, Chen Fan would also shake his head.

Expressing his disagreement.

"It's just that Chen Fan's understanding of the world."

Here, Old Zhou said, "We are doing forensic work, and we don't need to interact with living people."

"Sigh, after all, we still need to interact with the deceased's family."

"It's fine. If they don't like it, just switch people. Those with real skill have big tempers. If you have no skill, showing off is useless—you'll just be gossiped about."

And at this moment, in the observation room, Qin Ming was very annoyed and said, "I've written so many books promoting forensic science, yet none of it hits as well as Chen Fan's side. Damn it, this guy is probably going to make it. Even though it's a First-Class Merit with a bit of water in it, it's still a First-Class Merit! I'm truly envious."

Teacher He said, "How about this—I just strangle Hu Ge to death right now, you try to stop me, and while stopping me, you get beaten to death by me?"

"Uh, it seems like the only way for me to win the award is this situation."

When the livestream audience heard "First-Class Merit," that was the most shocking moment. Honestly, everyone still couldn't accept it.

But if you saw the celebrity you were following really get a First-Class Merit, actually anyone would be very happy.

"Speaking reasonably, if I got a First-Class Merit, when I went back to the village and saw the village chief's dog, I'd stew it for you."

"Sigh, my parents would probably kneel to receive me."

"First-Class Merit, damn, that's so strict. Only someone as awesome as Chen Fan can get it. Damn, then if someone else got it, wouldn't that mean—?"

"Actually, this First-Class Merit should be a professional First-Class Merit, a kind of reward given to those who have made great contributions to the profession."

"But it's still very difficult. It requires recognition from peers."

Here, at the scene, a big shot directly used a method of proof and also cracked a case that had been piling up for a long time.

The crowd at the scene cheered along, and everyone subconsciously looked toward Chen Fan's side.

They found Chen Fan gnawing on his second watermelon.

Good lord, I now suspect Chen Fan doesn't necessarily like eating watermelon—maybe he just likes the red stuff on the watermelon giving him a blood-like impact.

Unconsciously, everyone subconsciously looked at Chen Fan. No matter what Chen Fan did, they were paying attention.

This is easy to understand. For example, a group of top students enters an exam hall to prepare for the test, and then the top student who'd been hyped up before appears—everyone subconsciously looks at that top student.

No matter what that top student does, everyone pays attention.

And when that top student starts flipping through the test paper, everyone gets nervous, because this is the hardest thing to understand.

Why can this person be so fast?

Chen Fan looked at the accumulated cases on the blackboard and said, "This is interesting. The taxi case."

Li Tian said, "This one's pretty much the same as that Rainy Night Butcher case from back then, right? It caused a huge sensation at the time. Back then, taxis basically didn't have any surveillance. When this case happened, the guy just shot the taxi driver dead on the spot, and then killed several other people after that."

Chen Fan said, "What do you think?"

Li Tian said, "I've gone over this case several times, and I keep feeling like something's being hidden. Unless there's someone in the world who just plain likes killing people, but I don't believe that kind of person exists. So I maintain that the first taxi is hiding something, but as for what exactly is being hidden along with the killer, that's not clear."

"Give me a direction here. I'm a forensic doctor, not a detective."

"Money. The only thing I can think of is money."

Chen Fan said, "Anyway, you're the one doing the deduction. Let me give my judgment: the victim was shot in the head, which means they were killed from behind without any warning, taken out by someone."

Li Tian said, "Right, but there was no surveillance back then, nothing else either. There were fingerprints, but only half a print. I looked for a sketch artist before — the artist did a drawing, but it wasn't great, because we couldn't find this person's fingerprint in any database."

Chen Fan said, "Not being in the fingerprint database just means they hadn't committed a crime before."

Li Tian said, "How could that be? Are there really people in this world who truly turn over a new leaf?"

Chen Fan thought for a moment, then said, "Mm, let me look at the other corpses."

The other corpses — Chen Fan kept looking, and the more he looked, the more absurd it seemed, staring at these people.

Inferring these victims' occupations from a forensic standpoint, Chen Fan quickly noticed an interesting point.

"We forensic doctors have something — you should know what skin identification is, right?"

'What do you mean?'

"When a person is alive, they use clothes, and while alive, cars, to dress themselves up, right? But once a person dies, all that is gone, and only the simple body remains."

"When a person is only dead, that's when they're at their cleanest. But at that point, we at the Menfayi Society play a little game — we judge whether this person was rich or poor."

Li Tian said, "Cut it out, you guys are really bored."

Old Zhou walked over and said, "Mm, we've done it."

Old Zhou nodded silently.

Meanwhile, in the observation room, everyone looked at Qin Ming. Qin Ming said, "Sigh, nothing we can do about it. The dissection process is just too boring, so we can only find our own fun. Usually, we look at the person's exterior, judge what they're like, then cut them open, check the inside of the body, and verify our judgment."

Li Tian silently watched the scene before him, and couldn't help falling into deep thought.

It seemed like he'd caught something, yet also like he hadn't.

Meanwhile, Chen Fan continued, "Looking at these people from their basic physical appearance, their incomes are actually all pretty average — all very low-income people. But you know, I don't really like these people's faces."

Li Tian said, "You guys read faces too?"

Chen Fan said, "How should I put it — you know what shifty-eyed means, right?"

Li Tian nodded.

"This thing, you police pay attention to it too. A person, if they have criminal thoughts in their heart, will subconsciously avoid other people's gaze. With inner guilt, over time they develop the habit of lowering their head, and then their body slowly bends downward. These people all have these traits."

Li Tian didn't interrupt Chen Fan's forensic methods.

Chen Fan continued, "Then there's the murder weapon — a gun. Eight people died. I figure it's not because eight people died, but because this guy's gun only had eight bullets, or rather, something stopped him, right?"