Chapter 263

Chen Fan looked at Zhang Xinyu and said, "What you're saying seems to imply you have a strong possessiveness, huh? Who was it that told me we were just a fleeting romance, that you didn't care about reputation or status?"

"That was before, not now. A woman's words—did you really believe them?"

"Tch, as expected, all women are the same. Once they get me, they show their claws."

Zhang Xinyu held back her laughter.

At this moment, Chen Fan was cursing inwardly, because when Chen Fan was looking at Zhang Xinyu, there was an obvious swallowing motion.

This wasn't the lustful kind of swallowing, it was the delicious-food kind of swallowing.

Because the new skill was truly f***ing insane.

Chen Fan had obtained a skill that he feared the most, and so far, the most perverted, the one that left Chen Fan with no idea how to use it.

【Ding, congratulations Host, you have obtained a new skill: A Person on the Tip of the Tongue.】

【A Person on the Tip of the Tongue: An elegant gourmet. Just like Hannibal, when you are cooking and enjoying fine food, you are the most elegant person there. Art is what you create, and so is cuisine. From now on, people are merely an ingredient on your recipe.】

【Extended Skill: You even have one hundred and eighty-eight ways to cook a person?】

F***, I have over a thousand urges to drag this system out and kill it.

Reasonably speaking, regarding the tomb raiding before, Chen Fan already felt it was outrageous. He was very careful when using that skill at the time, worried that upon seeing a graveyard he wouldn't be able to resist digging it open.

Now it's even better, even more outrageous.

The previous graveyard wasn't much, Chen Fan didn't have any special feeling about it, after all, it was far away, couldn't see anything.

But now it's targeting people. Forget it, it'll get better slowly, I'll get used to it bit by bit.

Chen Fan has already gone numb to these f***ing skills.

The next day, Chen Fan arrived at the cafeteria very early. Looking at the breakfast on the table, he felt he couldn't eat it. The chef looked at Chen Fan and said, "Kid, you'd better give me a reason. That look in your eyes—is it disdain for me?"

Chen Fan said, "No."

"No? In the past when you ate, you never cared about any of this. Now what's with the napkin around your neck? And the way you're holding your chopsticks—don't think we chefs don't understand deduction."

Chen Fan looked at the neatly placed chopsticks beside him, and the napkin on his own neck.

F***.

"I'll do it."

Chen Fan went into the kitchen and directly took out the ingredients.

After carefully washing the cleaver many times, Chen Fan began to slice it bit by bit.

Knife work and speed were both pushed to the extreme.

The chef and the onlookers were all dumbfounded.

Soon, the breakfast was brought out by Chen Fan. Looking at the simple scrambled eggs that had color, aroma, and flavor all in one, the audience was stunned.

The chef was starting to get confused too. Looking at the contents, he said, "My shabby little cafeteria can actually produce something this high-end?"

Chen Fan chewed bit by bit, seriously savoring the food.

Although he was holding a glass of plain water, everyone present felt that at this moment Chen Fan seemed to be drinking red wine.

"Why do I suddenly want to kill someone?"

The chef muttered on the side. Of course, the people in the observation room were also baffled, but then again, if it was Chen Fan, then everything was normal and understandable.

Whatever this guy comes up with, it's never a surprise.

At this moment, the rainy weather outside the window drew everyone's attention.

If it rained, things might not be so good.

Over at the forensic office, several newcomers were holding tools, searching for fingerprints and clues.

Old Liu said, "You're up?"

"Mm."

"Up then, get to work. Your First-Class Merit report, I've already submitted it over here. Don't rush—this thing is yours, it won't run away; if it's not yours, you can't force it. But this Outstanding Contribution Award, well, can give you a hundred thousand. Later the province can give you another two hundred thousand, and oh, the state can give you another five hundred thousand."

Chen Fan said, "Tch, only eight hundred thousand? Not even as much as my income from one episode of a TV drama."

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Old Liu said, "With those words of yours, are you scolding us for giving too little, or saying your entertainment circle pays too much?"

"I didn't say anything. The entertainment circle is just my side gig. I'm going back to mix it up in the entertainment circle later, continuing to hang out and have fun with everyone."

Old Liu chuckled and gave Chen Fan a farming tool.

"This is?"

"Sent over. Let's see if we can find any clues. Over here, we're mainly investigating a theft case."

"What was stolen?"

"Cattle were stolen."

Holy s***, this charge is no small matter.

Over here, Xiang Qinqin found half a fingerprint and said, "Teacher, does half count?"

Half?

Old Liu looked at the tool and said, "Mm, half is right. Good, this is the one."

Everyone looked at Old Liu in confusion. Old Liu said, "Generally, for villagers who've been working for a long time, their gloves will inevitably wear down, so the fingertips will gradually be exposed. Once exposed, you'll get half a fingerprint or something. If there isn't even one, then it's most likely not a villager who committed the crime."

Over here, everyone was somewhat relieved. To put it bluntly, the other party stole the thing on a whim, and the only way they could think of to hide their fingerprints was to wear gloves.

Unfortunately, they didn't have time to buy new gloves, so they used old gloves to commit the crime.

Days were peaceful and quiet, no fresh cases, so everyone could calmly watch Old Liu lecture and set questions.

At this moment, several people felt that perhaps this was the peaceful life a forensic doctor should have. Unfortunately, this kind of life was a luxury.

When it was a little past eight in the morning, Old Song walked in wearing a rain cape, carrying a bag of things, and said, "Mm, got you a case. You guys send someone out to help me carry it."

Old Liu looked at the plastic bag and said, "Mm, where was it found?"

"It was discovered over by the reservoir. The recent rains have been pretty heavy, so a breach opened up over there. The higher-ups drained the water, and then bags appeared. When people went down to check, they found it was a body, so they called the police."

Rainy days, and still stumbling into a reservoir case — honestly, this has to be rotten luck.

Old Liu was speechless. "Today's luck is bad — didn't check the almanac."

Old Song said, "I bet if I bought a lottery ticket, I'd win."

Meanwhile, in the observation room, Qin Ming said, "To be honest, normally, when a reservoir dries up and the riverbed drops, that's when you get cases like this. A lot of the time, as soon as the reservoir releases water, you'll see some remains and such — some drowned, some not drowned, but people doing things to cover up their crimes."

"But don't corpses float up?"

"They do, but this one's clearly been dismembered. After dismemberment, they packed it with stones and threw it in, so it only got found once the water was gone."

Meanwhile, Old Liu and Chen Fan got to work, each taking a file, and headed toward the autopsy room.

"Normally, with three bodies, we'd all take them on, but right now there's no way to handle it all together. You guys getting involved in this case — it's still too early."

The rookies nodded, but said they wanted to stand off to the side and watch.

Old Liu had no choice. "Director, brace yourself for what's coming next. If you can't handle it, just cut the livestream right there."

After saying that, Old Liu looked at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan's face darkened. "I'm not going. If you want to go, go yourself. I don't want to get yelled at."

Old Liu was surprised. "You know what I'm about to do?"

"The remains have already clearly liquefied. If we take them out now, there probably won't be much bone left. The only option is to use a cooking method to determine the deceased's height and weight."

Cooking?

Hold on — why does that word sound so familiar?

Oh, so that word is used to describe preparing food.

Old Liu's face darkened. "I don't like that cooking word. Switch it — just say boiling."

"Sigh, Teacher, boiling and cooking really aren't any different, don't you think?"

"If you're so happy about it, why don't you go find a chef and get what you need?"

Chen Fan still refused to go.

In the end, Zhang Tianxiong had no choice but to make a run, and when he came back, he said, "Yeah, I got yelled at."

Chen Fan said, "Obviously you got yelled at. Borrowing a pressure cooker to boil a corpse — of course the people over there are going to scold you."

The rookies looked at each other. Qu Yiling asked, trembling, "Um, teacher, I want to ask — the pressure cooker we normally use to cook rice, is it…"

"Yeah, it's been washed clean and sterilized. No problem."

Instantly, everyone in both the observation room and on-site started feeling nauseous.

Old Liu said, "Sigh, you guys really — I was just joking, lightening the mood. You really have no artistic sense."

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