Chapter 27: So the case was solved just like that? (Begging for support, sixth update)

Fresh blood, a cigarette, a white lab coat, eyes that revealed a faint tenderness, yet carried a trace of cold indifference.

In that instant, the cameraman captured it.

Bewitching, beautiful, yet at the same time brimming with an aura of danger.

One must understand, if a man possessed all of these, he would instinctively draw many people to him.

Gao Ye watched the video footage and, without realizing it, began to blush.

Meanwhile, Boss Yang said, somewhat annoyed: "Quite the show-off, aren't you."

Teacher He said: "Show-off? You all think he's handsome?"

Boss Yang nodded and said: "It's perfectly normal for girls to like handsome guys, but if he's a dangerous handsome guy, women can't help themselves—it's a woman's nature, an instinctive curiosity about dangerous things."

Gao Ye said: "A sickly madman—who wouldn't like that?"

The two gave him high praise.

Meanwhile, on-site, Chen Fan said: "I told you, didn't I? I said the measurements were off, but you just had to argue with me. How is mine not working?"

Old Liu said: "It really doesn't work. Can you measure every single person?"

'Right, I can. As long as I touch them, I know the size. Not only that—even if you're wearing ten layers of clothes, I can see the differences underneath.'

?????

No, what kind of useless knowledge is this?

"I need an explanation."

"What explanation? Born with it, practice makes perfect. Old Liu, you're just jealous—jealous of my talent, jealous of the skills I have."

"Me, jealous? A skill for taking clothes off quickly—why would I be jealous of that?"

"And you still say you're not jealous?"

Old Liu said, speechless: "Fine, I suppose any normal man would be jealous."

Pfft—hahahahaha.

In the dissection room, everyone burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha—one second he's a dangerous, yandere handsome guy, the next second he's just a pure, shameless pervert."

"Sigh, my handsome guy, you've been exposed. Someone come here and weld this guy's mouth shut."

'I'm curious how this guy did it—one pat on the back and he undid her bra.'

"This guy is a god. This man is a god."

"I can't take it anymore, I love him too much. I'm a fan. I've never chased a celebrity in my life, but I'm going to chase this man."

"I won't admit it—I just purely want to learn how to undo a bra in three seconds."

"If I'd had this skill back then, would I still be single now?"

The three of them were busy here. The basic procedures, all three knew—only the finer details differed somewhat.

Old Liu called a halt and said: "No need to fuss. I'm just letting you get a general idea. Afterward, you can spend more time learning on your own. Books are books, reality is reality. The reference points in books are standard, but real people come in all shapes."

"Uh, don't we need to examine it again?"

Old Liu said: "No need. We've already dissected this on our end. It was a simple drug-induced stupor, then stabbed to death. All we can do is confirm the death and the approximate size and shape of the murder weapon."

Chen Ti, who was nearby, said: "I suspect the killer absolutely didn't act out of passion—this was premeditated."

Old Liu was a bit speechless. He looked toward Xu Xintong and said: "You're older than him. You tell him why he can't say that."

Xu Xintong said: "Uh, actually I pretty much agree with him."

You've watched too many TV dramas, you two.

Old Liu was quite helpless and said: "You two really are something. Cheng Ruofei, you tell him—didn't your teacher teach you?"

"No speculating. We are forensic doctors. Speculation is the job of the police and detectives, not us. Our speculation only makes cases harder. We need to provide supporting evidence—to shut these people up completely in court, we also need to provide evidence that makes them talk in the interrogation room."

Old Liu nodded and said: "That's right, but one thing is wrong. It's not 'no speculating'—it's that we only talk about evidence. Anything about emotions, fantasies, or wild guesses has nothing to do with us. Our reasoning starts from evidence. It might not even count as reasoning—it's more scientific corroboration."

Old Zhou, in the observation room, said: "Actually, Old Liu's meaning is a bit complicated, and some of you don't quite get it. Let me explain. Everyone's seen Sherlock Holmes, right? Like deducing a person's character from their every move, or psychology and so on—you all know that, right? Guessing what others are thinking?"

Everyone nodded.

"Those things are valid, but they don't exist in forensic medicine. Our evidence is dead—it's cold data. So we only believe in data. If a forensic doctor gets used to guessing and deducing, then whenever he does anything, he's prone to so-called subconscious assumptions."

"Take the hanging case from before. The hanging victim's feet pointed downward, but there's also a certain possibility that wasn't the case."

"So what we advise is just that—the majority of data shows that the feet of someone who hanged themselves point downward, while those who died lying flat on their backs have their feet pointing normally upward."

"Remember—it's the majority, a high probability. We won't make arbitrary judgments."

'No speculating'—that was rather unexpected.

The few of them changed clothes and headed to the cafeteria.

Old Liu specially asked someone for a red-skinned boiled egg, handed one to Chen Fan, and said: "Eat it."

"|You still observe this custom?"

"Old tradition. Crossing the fire basin, eating red-skinned boiled eggs. Red-skinned boiled eggs are really just for getting rid of bad luck and such—it's an old traditional custom. You can think of it like the dumplings when you board and the noodles when you disembark."

Chen Fan tossed it straight into his mouth and went back to eating.

Xiang Qinqin and Qu Yiling returned to the cafeteria. Qu Yiling was a bit helpless, head lowered, sighing as she ate.

Xiang Qinqin, on the other hand, was in a normal mood—not sad, very calm.

Chen Fan sidled up to Xiang Qinqin and said: "I recently learned a new skill."

"What skill?"

Chen Fan reached out and patted Xiang Qinqin on the back, saying: "One pat like this and I can undo your bra……????"

Xiang Qinqin, mid-bite on a steamed bun, took a bite, glanced at Chen Fan, and said: "What is it?"

"N-no… nothing. I think I roughly understand why you had your head lowered."

Xiang Qinqin's face was full of question marks.

The people in the livestream chat were also wearing puzzled expressions. Wait, buddy, riddle-speakers all deserve to die.

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