Chapter 31

Chen Fan put down his phone, and the two of them started eating.

"Top-quality baijiu — this is Old Liu's treasured Maotai. Come on, have a drink, have a drink."

"I won't drink. If I drink, you'll definitely ask me to help out."

Hahahaha.

Old Zhou said, "It's not much help, really. It's just that your dissection technique — if you could write up a detailed report, that would be great. It could save a lot of time down the line."

"Our country is very safe. There's no need to worry about that, right?"

"It is safe, sure, but cases still happen. The time saved could be used by the forensic staff for other things — in a way, it's finding rest time for themselves. Isn't that good?"

Chen Fan was speechless. He said, "Is it you two who don't get it, or me? I'm only in charge of cutting people open. Once it's cut, the follow-up experiments and so on — don't they all need people to do them? The time can't be that short. A forensic dissection isn't just about cutting people open — there's more to it."

"But being able to save time is always good."

Chen Fan looked at the roast chicken and pig's ears on the table, a bit speechless, and said, "Fine, fine, I'll eat and drink."

The two of them nodded happily.

There weren't actually many viewers. Chen Fan's popularity with passersby wasn't particularly great. Most of the people staying in Chen Fan's livestream room were die-hard fans. Now that Chen Fan wasn't playing the pretty-boy idol type anymore, those die-hard fans had basically stopped paying attention.

Meanwhile, some onlookers who had newly become fans of Chen Fan were very happy to see this scene of three people drinking together.

It just felt very down-to-earth, very real-life.

"About today's case — what's your take?"

Chen Fan said, "I don't know. I think it's a bit redundant."

"The bra? You're still hung up on that?"

Chen Fan said, "Yeah, still hung up on it. I feel there was no need for something like that to show up at the scene. And I checked — the info on that bra, it's not cheap at all, that thing."

Old Zhou smiled without answering, then said, "Because the bra was stolen."

?????

Holy shit.

Chen Fan was stunned. "Stolen?"

"Yeah, stolen. That girl had lost just that one thing — lost it when she was hanging out the laundry. And the surveillance camera did capture a rough image, but it's pretty blurry — can't make out the face."

"But you can pin down the basic age range, right?"

Old Liu said, "That's not our job as forensic doctors. That's the criminal investigation team's job. We don't need to study those things. Fingerprints, DNA, time of death — those are what we most need to work on."

Chen Fan said, "That's true. If we could do deductions, there'd be nothing left for us forensic doctors to do."

Hahahaha.

Old Zhou said, "About this — I've seen comments online. People ask me, what role does a forensic doctor actually play? My answer is: for some difficult cases, we forensic doctors are indispensable. We provide direction for the deduction, but we can't voice our own guesses."

"Forensic medicine is a rigorous discipline. It doesn't allow any so-called speculation."

Old Liu is someone who cares a lot about textbook stuff. Old Zhou, on the other hand, likes to chat.

That's also why Old Liu takes the students, while Old Zhou comes to the observation room to handle the commentary.

He poured Chen Fan some baijiu. Old Liu said, "Xiang Qinqin took the key and went to compare fingerprints."

Chen Fan said, "You think it'll work?"

"Whether it works or not isn't important. Whether you do it is another matter."

Meanwhile, in the fingerprint comparison room, Xiang Qinqin stared at the computer, muttering to herself.

"I like Chen Fan, but... it's not that kind of like between a man and a woman... sigh, I can't figure it out either."

Boss Yang was a bit conflicted. "You liked him at first sight?"

"Yeah, I like good-looking guys. Nothing wrong with that, right? Seems like a lot of men see you, sis, and they'd like you too."

Sis...

Boss Yang's face fell a little, feeling awkward.

Why does that sound so weird?

"The entertainment circle isn't clean."

"I know, but liking is liking. Why does it have to matter whether his circle is clean or not?"

After saying that, she clicked the mouse and dragged a new fingerprint into the comparison box.

Boss Yang felt like she had somehow been purified.

"I'm going to kill Chen Fan. Don't stop me. I'm going to kill that guy right now."

"Ah, I'm going to slaughter this Chen Fan. I'm so angry."

"That's enough, Qinqin. Don't like Chen Fan. That guy isn't a good person — really not a good person."

"Right, right, look at what this guy's good at — unbuttoning super fast, cutting up corpses super fast. And let me tell you, that guy's other thing is super fast too."

Isn't this just a pure love-struck brain?

Boss Yang stood behind the little girl, pulled her shoulders, and said, "Stop always hanging your head. Lift it up, lift it up."

Then Xiang Qinqin was pulled into raising her head, and Boss Yang immediately felt inferior.

"Forget it, you should just keep your head down."

Xiang Qinqin said shyly, "I'm, uh, kind of insecure."

"No, I'm the insecure one. Sorry to bother you, sorry to bother you."

Xiang Qinqin suddenly stood up, looked at the fingerprints being compared on the computer, and said, "I found it..."

?????

Holy shit.

Found it?

"What did you find?"

"The third fingerprint was found beside the toilet. I found a fingerprint that doesn't belong to either of those two — it's a third person's, and it's unusually clear."

Oh my God.

"That's right?"

Xiang Qinqin said, "That's right. I compared them all — none of them match. But the fingerprint database couldn't find a match either. This guy has no criminal record."

No criminal record, huh?

That doesn't matter. As long as we have this fingerprint, it's actually enough.

The two of them found Old Liu. After hearing the news, Old Liu sobered up instantly, picked up the phone right away, and said, "I'll give you ten extra points. Also, within the system, if this case gets cracked, I'll record a merit for you."

"Um, what class of merit?"

Boss Yang asked curiously.

Old Liu said, "It's just a merit — it doesn't even count as a Third-Class Merit. What, you want me to upgrade it to a martyr's citation just because you lifted a fingerprint?"

Boss Yang was a bit disdainful — that's a bit small-time.

But Xiang Qinqin was very happy, very content.

What she thought was very simple: I've finally been able to help someone.

Not happy about gaining a merit.

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