Chapter 274

And in fact, when faced with sudden incidents, most people react helplessly; sometimes, forensic experts find this case extremely difficult—perhaps heaven is playing a joke, and the joke tells you that the victim's fatal wound is on the missing body part.

What I'm giving you is fine.

Added to that, the burning was severe, so during the investigation, we can only rely on experience and elimination.

This is something forensic experts sometimes cannot do.

Cases like this are common; Old Liu has stored many corpses, and every so often, he takes them out to examine them, wondering if there's still any way he can find other clues.

Even many corpses have been dissected over a dozen times, yet he never gives up.

At twelve o'clock, Old Liu, still uneasy, got up and came to the autopsy room, where Chen Fan was inside, holding a knife, staring at the corpse, pondering a solution.

Old Liu sighed and said, "I knew you wouldn't rest easy—you couldn't sleep."

"Can't sleep—I'm thinking about whether there's a way to reverse-engineer it."

"We've tested everything we know—we've lost the most important part."

Chen Fan said, "I know that. I mean, how to reconstruct this person's body—not their face."

"That might work—try it?"

"Alright, let's try."

Here, searching for materials, Chen Fan followed Xiang Qinqin's method, slowly assembling the body; lacking flesh, he substituted with other materials, trying to fill gaps and expanding his drawings according to human anatomy.

It's essentially the same as reconstructing fingerprints.

Finally, a headless body appeared on the table.

"Height is one point eight meters—that's what I can calculate. But the muscularity doesn't match."

Old Liu said, "Look at the soles of the feet."

Chen Fan stared at the soles and said, "Hmm, some wear—yeah, probably heavy—add some bulk."

Old Liu gave Chen Fan a set of data; Chen Fan compared it.

"Hmm, this guy's pretty muscular—1.8 meters, built—can we find him?"

"Unlikely. Li Tian's already investigated—no recent missing persons cases, no reports here."

Chen Fan said, "If not local, then from elsewhere."

"There are plenty from elsewhere—how do you determine where he's from?"

Chen Fan said, "Let's work backward—remove some coefficients, narrow it down. Since he's from elsewhere, he came here for one of three reasons: tourism, meeting an online acquaintance, or business travel."

"If he's family, they'd report him missing—eliminate tourism."

"Then it's either meeting an online acquaintance or business travel."

Old Liu said, "Eliminate business travel—companies would know. The online acquaintance possibility remains."

"Everyone has friends. This person came here in secret. So we need to find a case from another city—one not too far from ours."

Old Liu paused and said, "Remember the trash?"

"Yes."

"Remember the clothes?"

Chen Fan picked up a few scraps and said, "These?"

"What did I teach you back then?"

Chen Fan froze, fetched the chemical instruments, and began testing; soon, he found what he needed.

It was autumn, but this city of Chen Fan's felt like spring—yet the man's clothing was mostly suited for late autumn.

So the answer was clear: his origin was likely in the north.

Old Liu said, "Eliminate the possibility of wealth—wealthy people are closely monitored by their 007s. This man had few interpersonal connections."

Chen Fan continued, "He's probably married or has a girlfriend—otherwise, someone would've reported him missing by now. Li Tian wouldn't have zero leads."

Old Liu looked at the fabric and said, "Move aside—I'll take a look."

Chen Fan stepped back.

Old Liu examined the fabric, carefully searching.

"Hmm, street-market goods—manufactured in a Guangdong style. That's hard to trace."

Chen Fan picked up the forensic report and said, "Hmm, is this enough?"

Old Liu looked at the report and said, "Close enough—this is sufficient for Li Tian."

Chen Fan stared at the corpse, lowering his head silently—but when he looked up, he felt nothing. He knew: to activate the Spirit Dance, he must truly know who this person was.

Still no way.

Chen Fan carefully sniffed the smell of burning.

Suddenly, Chen Fan said, "This smell—it's odd."

"What did you smell?"

"The fire must have burned for seven hours. No one noticed for seven hours? I don't believe it."

Old Liu said, "We can't write this into the report—it can't be used as evidence."

"But it confirms one thing: when this man caught fire, no one was around—and no one came for seven hours. I don't believe the trash station was truly empty."

"Then there's only one explanation."

Chen Fan relayed the information to Li Tian, who grabbed his phone, yanked on his pants, and said, "Fuck, I give up on you, Chen Fan—if I arrest the wrong guy tonight, I'll kill you."

Chen Fan didn't hurry to leave.

Li Tian acted fast—within an hour, he had pinpointed one person.

Then, with Jingchashang Sect in tow, when they saw the man's eyes darting around, Li Tian knew—he was the one, no doubt.

Checked the phone, recovered messages—the woman thought she deleted everything cleanly. Fine—use the phone number to register and search.

Finally, all content was recovered.

"Come on, where's your husband?"

The woman didn't answer.

Li Tian said: "Doesn't matter. If you won't talk, fine. You won't talk, you won't get sentenced. I know where your husband is—I'm waiting for you to stay silent."

Without the livestream, Li Tian's cruelty toward these criminals was absolutely unyielding.

Mercy toward criminals is disrespect to the dead.

The man was found, out of town; here, the police detained him overnight.

The reason the woman opened her mouth was very simple.

Li Tian said: "When we caught this man, he was sleeping in someone else's house—with someone else's wife. Oh, and there was a child there too."

The woman confessed everything, then Li Tian told her it was a lie—because when they caught him, the man was still living in a shabby rental, working hard.

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