Chapter 321

The woman was also conveying Boss Yang's words.

But why didn't this woman know?

Then, when Captain Qian continued questioning, he got the answer: these people spoke in code.

But the woman completely didn't understand the code.

Well, then this woman could only be detained for now—she'd still need to be released later.

At this point, at the forensic institute, Chen Fan said: "Can I cut open?"

The other party indicated he could.

Chen Fan looked at the group of new arrivals gathered around and said: "Alright, you'd better prepare yourselves."

The victim's face was clear; the cause of death was abdominal puncture—the perpetrator had fled, but the exact cause still needed examination to confirm.

The victim was robbed, but the culprit is still on the run.

Chen Fan cut open the abdomen, carefully considered, then began examining the body.

After confirming he was wearing a mask and gloves, he said: "You all, keep your distance—don't let blood touch you."

Over here, an elderly forensic expert instantly understood, pulling others back; Chen Fan continued: "Alright, preliminary judgment: AIDS."

????

Fuck, after he said that, the audience felt the camera itself started pulling away—damn, was this really that intense?

At this moment, several forensic experts instinctively put on masks to protect themselves.

Chen Fan said: "Don't worry—the transmission risk drops after death, but the probability is still high. You don't need to be overly cautious—I can only say I've had good luck."

Chen Fan cut open the body, looked at the ruined internal organs, and said: "The puncture caused massive bleeding, spleen hemorrhage—but the true cause of death was the final failure of bodily functions; bleeding merely accelerated it."

This was hard to handle.

Chen Fan finished writing the report and said: "Is there a disinfection room?"

Everyone nodded.

Chen Fan removed his gloves and clothes, tossed them into the bin—they'd need to be incinerated later.

Chen Fan went inside, washed up, then came out; the senior forensic expert examined him.

The examination result: Chen Fan was not infected.

Everyone present relaxed.

The forensic expert said: "Sorry, sorry—we didn't notice."

Chen Fan said: "It's fine. Even if I knew the victim was sick, I'd still come—aren't we all forensic experts?"

After speaking, Chen Fan walked out; Old Song came over and said: "You're done?"

"Yeah, done. The victim had AIDS. You handle the case yourself."

Fuck.

Old Song groaned: "Seriously? An old man this age could get this?"

Chen Fan said: "Recently, there've been many cases of AIDS among the elderly. You didn't know?"

Fuck.

They're really playing it wild.

Old Song handed the file to Chen Fan and said: "Take a look. Help Captain Qian out—I'll monitor this case myself. I suspect it's retaliation, not just robbery."

In the observation room, several people exchanged glances.

Teacher He said: "Don't worry—we checked, it's not possible."

Qin Ming said: "Sigh, there's no avoiding this. The dead won't tell us what diseases they carried—but if we don't go, no one will."

Sister Yuanyuan said: "I know. I'm just curious why this old man got it."

"You don't know? Recently, many cases involve the elderly."

The other several celebrities shook their heads.

Qin Ming said: "Recently, some cases have been incredibly messy. The police have community officers who handle exactly these things. A while back, I heard of a case: two elderly women in a residential compound got into a fight because they were both involved with an old man—he slept with one, and also slept with the other. They got jealous and started fighting."

"So the old man's quite the charmer?"

Qin Ming said: "Charming? Look again—these two elderly women, one had a cerebral infarction, the other had a cerebral thrombosis. The old man and his wife are gone, but the chaos is huge—his son couldn't even go to work anymore; he quit and ran off."

Pfft.

Song Zuer couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Sister Yuanyuan said: "These elderly people—are they a bit…"

Qin Ming said: "Times are changing. In this age of information explosion, many say they can live quietly, make do—but why can't the young? Actually, no. Go look at the square dancing crowds—you'll find reality is even messier than what I've described."

Meanwhile, Chen Fan sat at his desk, sipping tea, flanked by several beautiful female officers.

Teacher He said: "Captain Qian really knows how to handle things."

Qin Ming chuckled: "I helped him out too—he treated me to a plate of fried rice. Then I went and gave him trouble. Seriously, favoritism."

Sister Yuanyuan said: "What if these girls came out on their own? Look at the entrance."

The cameraman panned over—the entrance stood a group of Misses.

All dressed in police uniforms, watching Chen Fan sip tea and flip through files.

Each of their gazes was pure admiration.

Qin Ming was speechless: "We forensic experts don't need to be handsome."

"But he really is handsome."

In the sunlight, the pothos plant beside Chen Fan thrived vigorously; Chen Fan, sipping tea and casually flipping through files, radiated an air of intense focus.

A man's greatest charm isn't posing coolly—it's that unintentional, serious focus, the very thing that makes women feel happy and safe.

Chen Fan put down the file, stood up, and said: "By the way, where's the woman?"

Several people pointed one after another toward the holding room downstairs.

Chen Fan took the documents over and saw the woman.

But he didn't see the lawyer.

"I want to ask you something."

"Ask away."

"You seem to take your situation pretty well. By the way, let me ask you something — can you let me smell your clothes?"

Pfft— hahahahaha.

Captain Qian, who had been drinking water on the side, nearly choked in shock.

He stared straight at Chen Fan. Wait, hold on, wait a minute — this development isn't right, is it?

The woman said, "I watch your livestream every day, hahaha. What are you trying to do? Didn't you say you weren't interested in me?"

"You changed your clothes, but I need your personal consent. If you agree, I can do it; if you don't, forget it."

"Sure."

Chen Fan stood up, went to the evidence room, took out the undergarment, and had a look.

Then he looked at the few girls and said, "What are you doing?"

Everyone was holding back their laughter.

"Put your phones down — this is a case investigation."

"We know, we're just taking a quick shot."

Chen Fan was speechless and swiped it away with his hand.

"Done."

Damn.

Boring. A few female officers complained a couple of times and then left.

Tch.

In the observation room, everyone was full of contempt, and so were the viewers.

"I thought he'd come up with something interesting."

"That's it? That's all? Where's my perverted Chen Fan?"

"Yeah, where did perverted Chen Fan go? I want to see perverted Chen Fan."

"Hahahaha, I'm dying laughing. What on earth was I even looking forward to? What kind of variety show is this?"

Over on Chen Fan's side, he took a whiff, and in his mind the woman's entire day gradually appeared.

She got up in the morning — there should be someone beside her — then went to wash up, then went downstairs for breakfast; she had a housekeeper.