Chapter 271

That would mean directly seeing his own great-grandmother or something.

The new guests were still on the way, while Chen Fan and Old Liu continued handling the bodies here—pulling some out, then putting new ones in.

"Summer's pretty cool on this side, you can lie down inside here when the time comes, very comfortable."

'I think it's not bad either.'

Is this a forensic examiner's conversation?

Damn, what the hell kind of variety show am I watching?

Here, Old Liu carried the bodies out, and together with Chen Fan they got them ready and put them back in.

Chen Fan marked them with codes, and Old Liu nodded approvingly.

"I think you'd be better off teaching someone else."

Old Liu said, "You don't want to take over this forensic office?"

'How should I put it, I still have other things to do. If you let me take over, aren't you worried that with me everything will be clean and no one can keep me in check?'

'That's true, recommend someone to me then.'

Chen Fan thought for a moment, then said, 'Xiang Qinqin. She's easy to work with, gets along with the funeral home side, and can even get us a discount—saves money.'

"Mm, saving money is important, then Xiang Qinqin it is."

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Wait, are you guys really this casual about picking people?

Xiang Qinqin was dragged in to do the grunt work, and she asked a question that all the viewers were curious about.

"Why is it that these people still have no one looking after them?"

Old Liu said, "It's not that no one cares—these people are all orphans, no family, no relatives. These are the targets that person chose for his cases. Only this way would no one really notice."

"What about a lover? Or friends?"

'None. Their phones are clean as can be. A lot of people did visit around too, but all they said was they knew the person—some even said they'd already forgotten what this person looked like.'

Xiang Qinqin fell silent.

Chen Fan said, "Feel like it's pretty pitiful?"

"A little."

"Sigh, in this world, the saddest thing isn't being killed, but being killed and no one even notices it. Loneliness is the norm—we have to get used to it."

"Are you lonely then?"

"Me? Lonely, yeah, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, I'm so lonely, I'll leave the door open for you tonight....... "

Xiang Qinqin's face flushed red in an instant. Old Liu said, "This kid was still a single dog when he died, is it appropriate for you to play around like that?"

"Then get up, get up."

At that moment, a hand clattered and dropped down.

Chen Fan shut his mouth instantly.

The director watching the livestream at that moment nearly had his heart stop. No—fuck, damn, scared me to death.

, It's daytime here, is it this creepy even in broad daylight?

The viewers felt they should watch some Makka Pakka to ease their emotions.

Here, Old Song came over with a drink and said, "Busy?"

Old Liu said, "What do you want?"

"Nothing, didn't bring you a case this time—just taking you to a banquet."

A banquet?

Old Liu said, "Whose?"

"A few people here got together and arranged a funeral for a deceased person, and invited us over to eat. Mm, how should I put it—you all understand."

Old Liu said, "Uh, alright. Once we're done here, you drive us over. I'll bring a few kids along."

"Alright, thanks for the hard work."

Here, Old Song went out to wait. Xiang Qinqin said, "I've been to a few banquets before, is there anything special about this one?"

", Not really anything special actually, don't overthink it, just go and eat."

Here, after the few of them finished handling the bodies, Old Liu took the forensic team over to eat.

Quite a few people showed up at the scene—after all, Chen Fan was coming, so plenty of people came along to join the excitement.

In the observation room, Qin Ming sighed helplessly. Song Zuer said, "Sigh, these people really are—"

Teacher He said, "I think the viewers can see it too—these people are holding the funeral just hoping to use it to make a bit of money."

Qin Ming said, "The fact that they specifically invited Chen Fan makes it obvious. Only Chen Fan knows, Old Liu knows, even Old Song knows, but they'll still go."

Teacher He said, "Yeah, there should be some liveliness after all. Whether these people are being hypocritical or have ulterior motives, holding the funeral is still the last time this child gets remembered by anyone."

Whether these youngsters' goal is to collect gifts, or to use Chen Fan's celebrity status to pick up girls—

But the funeral exists, and that alone is enough.

Some viewers hate what these people are doing, but don't know what to say—after all, these people really are holding a funeral.

If even these people won't do it, then who will hold a funeral for this person?

Even if a funeral really is held, under what name does everyone come?

The funeral itself—no one cares about the deceased. Everyone gives gifts just to come see Chen Fan.

A stranger's funeral, a stranger's environment.

The director said speechlessly, "Why do I feel like Chen Fan is holding something nasty back?"

The operations person said, "You don't even need to say it, I can feel it too. Generally when Chen Fan goes silent, that's when he's the scariest."

Here, arriving at the funeral, the few of them offered incense to the deceased, then Chen Fan found a spot to sit down and took photos with some people.

Then, he lowered his head in an instant.

3.5　　Then raised his head again.

The few young men organizing the funeral, looking at the photo that had come out of the phone, suddenly felt as if, as if, the dead person had come back to life.

The young man stared at Chen Fan in terror and said, "Y-you-you-you... you really can summon the spirits."

"What are you talking about, I don't know, Ergou."

Ergou looked into Chen Fan's eyes. Chen Fan said, "Ergou, I still remember you took my hair dryer and broke it for me, and you still haven't compensated me for it."

The atmosphere on the scene began to turn awkward. Ergou, the leader, started trembling all over. He sat on the ground and kept backing away.

Chen Fan, just like that, smiling, walked toward Ergou.

He didn't touch him, didn't go curse at him or anything, just looked at him with a smile.

Just like many times before, the dead young man always stood outside the crowd, watching these people revel.

The young man was actually very happy. What he wanted was really not much—not much. Insincerity and such, he didn't care.

Because even if it was insincere, he still had friends around him.

Even if he got ripped off it was fine—he only lost the price of a meal, but today, he felt like he was alive again.

Because he got to know some more people.

He saw another happy day.

The man on the ground wet his pants on the spot.

Old Liu stopped Chen Fan. Chen Fan came back to himself and said, "Eat, eat, I'm starving. It's been ages since I went to a banquet."

The young man on the ground got up and, like a madman, ran outside.

The other few young men, looking at the photo of the deceased, also began to feel uneasy inside.

Damn it, this funeral—they didn't dare stay any longer.

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