Chapter 273

"Bad luck?"

"Some idiot media people are saying this murderer killed these people to set them free? I personally led a team to raid their den and threw all of them in jail. Think before you speak—do you really dare post anything?"

Chen Fan said: "Serious?"

"Very serious. There are a lot of account holders. If this comment had spread further and wasn't retracted quickly, what if someone imitated it? Wait and see—this kind of thing won't get a light sentence; they'll be looking at years. We need to teach these people some sense. Let them sue if they want."

Chen Fan gave a thumbs-up and said: "Well done. By the way, what if someone insults me?"

"They're telling the truth, not lying. I don't care."

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Fuck, you petty old Song, I'm definitely going to get your daughter, damn it.

I'll take Song Zuer straight to your place and stay in her room.

The group here finished eating; the girl who didn't drink drove everyone back.

Chen Fan looked at the two cops beside him and said: "Honestly, with you two around, I can't even go drink with courtesans anymore. You're watching me way too closely."

"You're a forensic expert—you're in our system. If we don't watch you, you'll get into trouble."

"Pfft, you're just scared, aren't you? Then jealous and resentful, wishing you could experience it too?"

Li Tian chuckled.

Zhang Tianxiong was driving, with Chen Fan pinned in the middle.

"Open the window—it's making me nauseous."

Both men rolled down the windows.

The vehicle was a minivan; the photographer could still record from here.

Li Tian said: "I've accumulated a lot of merit lately; I'll probably get promoted again. Ugh, I need to figure out how to get this promotion revoked—I don't want it."

Old Song said: "I've already done it—I wrote several self-criticisms, insulted someone, and now I'll get a reprimand. Then I'll go back to being a regular police officer, happy as ever."

Li Tian said: "Then I'll break a rule too. Ugh, give me a reprimand—it'll be better this way."

Chen Fan was speechless; these two were truly drunk.

Sure enough, Li Tian's phone rang: "You don't need to look for a reprimand—you're already carrying one. You're live-streaming, don't you know? Be careful what you say. What nonsense are you spouting? Behave yourself."

Chen Fan smiled, staring out the window at the garbage truck driving ahead.

Old Song was speechless: "Zhang Tianxiong, drive faster—this smell is too strong."

"Can't go any faster—would be a violation."

Chen Fan took a deep sniff through his nose, then frowned: "Smells really good…"

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Li Tian instantly sobered up.

Chen Fan also sobered up: Fuck, what the hell did I just say? Shit, that doesn't sound right—doesn't sound right at all.

Zhang Tianxiong pulled over the vehicle ahead.

The two drivers got out and looked at Li Tian: "Officer, what's going on?"

"Don't ask. Just stand still."

Zhang Tianxiong used his body as a stepping platform and boosted Chen Fan up; Chen Fan said nothing, leaping straight into the garbage pile.

Li Tian followed, climbing up too.

Old Song kept control of the two drivers, conducting basic questioning.

From drunkenness to sobriety—just a breath apart.

Chen Fan began rummaging, searching desperately.

Li Tian said: "You better find something."

Chen Fan said: "I'll find it for sure—here it is. Take this first."

Li Tian stared at the finger in his hand, lost in thought: Damn, no bag—just shove it in my pocket.

Chen Fan found another pile of trash, grabbed a handful, sniffed it, and said: "Confirmed—it's human."

Fuck.

Li Tian said: "Your nose must be a dog's nose."

"Don't care. Hurry up—get people here."

Officers began arriving; traffic police handled the road, and Old Liu, having forcibly swallowed two sips of water, gritted his teeth and ran over.

The observation room was off; Qin Ming came to help.

Several people joined in searching the garbage.

The workload was huge—searching was mandatory.

Old Liu did a comparison and said: "Confirmed—there are people here. How many? Unknown. Best case: one. Take all this garbage to the suburbs, find a spot, and dispose of it all."

Everyone nodded.

At the suburbs, police shone spotlights for the forensic expert; several people rummaged through the garbage—but only Chen Fan searched, the rest assisted.

"Here, here, and here."

Pile after pile was removed, leaving only a small heap.

Several officers joined in, following Chen Fan's orders.

"These, these, and these—don't expect to find much. Just do your best."

Everyone carefully picked out charred carbon and burnt material.

Someone found an ear inside a noodle bag.

"Hmm, how did this get in there?"

Li Tian looked and said: "Probably the victim was killed, then burned—but not completely. Part of the body burned off—the ear fell out."

Chen Fan said, "It could also be that it rotted, was crushed by a forklift and scattered, or perhaps it was cut open. These things require a forensic examination to determine."

The policeman instantly vomited and ran to the roadside.

Li Tian said speechlessly, "You come, you do it yourself. Why are you speaking such blunt truths? If you say that, who can still work?"

It really does seem to make sense; at this moment, the audience is the happiest.

"I'm sorry. Although I want to feel sad, with you acting like this, I suddenly can't feel sad anymore."

"My emotions are truly controlled so tightly; it's so annoying."

"Sigh, Chen Fan, don't make me laugh."

"Although I feel sorry for you, I just can't help it."

Since this pile of garbage can't be processed any further, they can only use a sieve.

At this moment, the director sensibly turned off the live stream. Don't go live anymore; if we keep broadcasting, no one will be able to sleep tonight.

Chen Fan always has many ghostly tricks, but one must admit they really work.

Very soon, they obtained what everyone wanted.

The good news is that this person was a single individual.

The bad news is, don't expect to piece them back together; only one-third can be recovered, and they are scattered.

Over here, several people are working overtime to determine the cause of death.

Unfortunately, nothing can be detected over here; as for the scene, don't expect anything at all—it's simply unrealistic.

Li Tian said, "What should we do?"

Chen Fan said, "This is all the evidence we have. Shall we try to piece together these shattered fragments?"

Old Liu said, "Even if we piece them together, we won't be able to detect anything."

Chen Fan, helpless, said, "Then let's put them in the refrigerated cabinet. If someone confesses, we can go looking over here, can't we?"

Old Liu and Li Tian looked at each other, then looked at Chen Fan.

Both were very surprised.

"Why are you looking at me? I'm just puzzled; your expression seems to say, 'Do I need to be sad and cry?'"

Li Tian said, "I thought you would feel regretful."

"Feeling regretful serves no purpose, does it?"

Old Liu said, "Mm, as long as you can accept it, that's good. I was just worried that things going too smoothly for you wouldn't be good."

Chen Fan said, "Mm, let's stop here and go back to rest. If there is any news, remember to notify me."

Li Tian sighed; they could only rely on door-to-door inquiries to find the answer.

The night was deep; many people had gone back to rest. This was destined to be an unexpected incident.