Chapter 270: I'm a Celebrity, Okay?

The morning sunlight shone across everyone's faces, but today's clear weather left Old Liu unable to muster any energy; from early in the morning he had been busy helping some people sort through paperwork.

If no one came to claim a body, it had to be stored in his own place, but the number that could be stored here was limited, so some bodies had to be disposed of.

There were rules for this; many bodies would be kept aside for processing, but if too much time passed, they had to be slowly dealt with.

As for whether or not to erect an epitaph for the person, that was anyone's guess.

Chen Fan stood in front of the cabinet, holding a notebook in his hand, and said, "No way, these people don't even have names?"

Old Liu said, "Nope. New bodies need to be put somewhere, we simply can't fit them all. The good thing is, times are better now; if this were the old days, it'd really be hopeless."

"Really, no one cares?"

"What do you mean by that? Let me tell you, forensic doctors have a charge called 'desecrating a corpse'—you'd better not cause me trouble."

"Pfft, am I that kind of person? But it seems like a lot of people, even after dying, never get taken away."

Old Liu pointed at the man in the cabinet and said, "Died from drinking. Didn't even get a funeral. His parents didn't want him, his wife didn't want him, his kid didn't even bother to come look at him once—just dumped him here. We can't exactly toss him outside, so we just leave him here."

"Leave him here? How is that possible? I'll handle it."

"How will you handle it?"

"I'm a celebrity, Teacher. Did you forget that? Give me the kid's phone number, I'll talk to him."

The call went through, and the other party said straight out, "I'm watching the livestream. If you want me to drag him back, you'd have to kill me first."

The man's attitude was very hard-line. Chen Fan was speechless and said, "My photo and autograph can be exchanged for money."

"Huh? I don't want money. I'm not short on cash."

"I have WeChat, we're friends. When the time comes, you can use it to pick up girls—after all, with me around, you'll never be short of women. You know what I mean."

"Why didn't you say so earlier? Wait, I'm coming. What do you want me to do?"

"Come sign a paper, and we'll handle it on our end. You don't need to show up. We'll toss him in the crematorium and burn him—a few hundred yuan, that's all."

"Fine. If you want me to pay to bury him, you might as well kill me."

The man's words were very hard-line; you could feel the hatred in them.

Chen Fan said, "How deep is the grudge?"

Old Liu said, "Grudge? This guy almost beat his own son to death once. There was domestic violence, they divorced. The police had to step in many times before they finally talked some sense into him. Otherwise, it'd still be a headache. He was a drunk from childhood, beating his kid."

"Then why did he get married in the first place?"

"Back in those days, if you raped someone and didn't marry them, what was the woman supposed to do?"

"Shit, I suddenly don't want to pay either. Damn."

Old Liu said helplessly, "Let me handle it then."

"Forget it, I'll do it. That little bit of money you have isn't even enough to fill up your car, Teacher. That beat-up car of yours—last time I drove it, I nearly died of exhaustion on the road. Zhang Tianxiong and I had to push it back."

Pfft—hahahahaha.

Countless viewers laughed along. Old Liu said, "Hu Nao, we're live. You can't say things like that."

"Why not?"

"People have donated before. Since the show started, people have added me and transferred money to me, and I've returned it all. Sigh, it's not like I can't get by. I don't need those cars—a car's only good if it's faster than a person, doesn't leak wind when carrying a corpse, that's all. No big deal, dead people don't complain."

"If dead people started being picky, that'd be a paranormal event."

The man drove over to the clinic, looked at Chen Fan, a bit speechless, and said, "I'll pay. My wife told me to pay—she said we can't have people pointing at our backs and cursing us."

"You've had it rough too."

"It's alright. My mom was good to me. She told me that when I was little, my dad tried to kill me more than once, but she always stopped him. If I hadn't been so small, my mom would've divorced him long ago. Later, when I got a bit older and could feed and dress myself, my mom divorced him."

The body sat in the freezer. The man signed the paperwork, added Chen Fan as a friend, tossed him ten thousand yuan, and left.

"Burning him is just five hundred yuan. I won't pay a cent more. The rest, treat yourselves to a drink. I finally got to meet a real celebrity—my kid's still your fan."

The man's bright, sunny smile moved countless viewers in the livestream.

He said he didn't need his face blurred, that he accepted what he'd done, and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Walk upright, sit straight.

But it was precisely this act that earned countless likes.

Our body and hair are received from our parents—but what if the parents themselves try to crush their own child? What would the child do?

Fight back, or what?

No one knows the answer.

The two had the funeral parlor come over, then opened the second cabinet.

"Where's the upper half?"

"When it came in, it was already half. No upper half, only the lower half. We looked around—no one reported it, no one said anyone was missing. According to the forensic time limit, once it's up, we can only dispose of it."

Chen Fan looked at the body and said, "Was it homicide or what?"

"Don't know. The police who delivered it back then also said it was strange—they couldn't find the other half of the body. But Has performed autopsies, and found some rust and stuff."

Chen Fan was dumbfounded and said, "Old Liu, don't tell me this is a body from the railway tracks."

"Yeah. They found some shredded meat on the train, so we could only treat it as a car accident. Whether someone tied him up, we don't know—no marks on the body, blood tests showed no poison. We never identified the person, so we just left him here."

Chen Fan said helplessly, "How many years has it been?"

"Over twenty years. This body was left to me by my teacher, Old Zhou."

"By the way, you call him Old Zhou—what about the Old Zhou at our unit?"

"That's Little Zhou, Old Zhou's son. You didn't know?"

Damn, nobody told me.

"Teacher, Old Zhou is the big boss of the organizers, and Little Zhou is at our unit. So when I go get the award, it can't be an inside job, right?"

"Don't worry, hardly anyone knows about this."

"We're live, you know?"

"

Then let's cut this segment."

How can we even cut it? It's already been broadcast. Damn."

Chen Fan looked at the staff member standing at the funeral home. Old Liu said, "Half a body, discount?"

"Four hundred for you, normally five hundred, only four hundred."

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No way, are you guys really this polite?

The observation room welcomed a new person. Zhang Xinyu had left, and during this period, the popularity had picked up. Zhang Xinyu had also landed a TV drama she could act in.

She also needed to stay busy.

Song Zuer, on the other hand, became a regular. Hu Ge also left.

Actually, many viewers didn't understand why these celebrities never stayed long.

Later, Hu Ge personally stepped forward to give an explanation.

"I'm seeing a psychologist. I don't know how to evaluate the forensic doctors, but after just watching for a few days, I already couldn't hold it together anymore. What you all see is mosaicked out, but what we see is the most real thing. Even now, I still don't know how to forget it. I can only say, we must respect and pay tribute to these people who silently work hard to keep us safe."

Some police officers voluntarily stepped forward and said that during this period, quite a few people had turned themselves in.

The reason was that after watching the livestream and seeing Chen Fan's methods, they figured they might as well turn themselves in first—at least that way they could still live relatively well.

If they got caught by Chen Fan, that would really be eight lifetimes of bad luck.

They'd be disgusted to death by Chen Fan.

You have to know, even that cannibal demon, when facing Chen Fan, was manipulated by Chen Fan until he started breaking down. If it were someone with his own mental fortitude, facing Chen Fan's questioning—