Chapter 323: This Story Could Be Made into a Movie

The man before him was so still he looked as if he had fallen asleep; even his breathing was faint and calm.

The cigarette in his hand quietly lit itself, and he said, "Surprised?"

Chen Fan said, "It's not so much surprise as—someone like you talking about love, that really is a bit strange. But I'm curious—were you ever caught back then?"

"No. The one thrown out back then was just a scapegoat. I'm different from other people—I really like tossing out scapegoats."

Chen Fan looked at the lawyer and said, "Then why were you caught this time?"

"Because I didn't want to keep hiding anymore. Living like that is pointless. To be honest, I really did like her, but I also hated her. What I never expected was that she was an undercover agent."

Chen Fan, his face darkening, looked at Captain Qian beside him. "Captain Qian—where was it? Where did you kill her?"

"Then I can't tell you that."

Chen Fan stared at the man. "Are you sure you really killed her?"

"You can keep looking—go on, look. See what I'm hiding in my heart?"

"I can't see it. What you're hiding inside is very simple—you liked that woman, that's all. You hid it very carefully. Honestly, do someone like you even deserve to like her?"

At that moment, someone in the audience couldn't take it anymore. Holy crap—is this a pure love story?

No, wait—this is a drug lord and an undercover agent story?

Damn, what kind of idiot's literature is this?

And, as luck would have it, this kind of literature isn't allowed. If it were, a lot of people would start glorifying drug lords like brainless idiots—please, these people deserve to die, okay?

How many anti-drug officers have sacrificed themselves because of this? How much harm drugs have done to us throughout history—too many people know.

No one is going to care about your love story, and no one wants to glorify it.

Chen Fan's attitude was also very clear. After a moment's thought, he had someone take the man's shoes off.

He began to examine them carefully.

"You won't find anything."

"No, I think I can find something. It's that simple."

Chen Fan stood up, left the interrogation, and went over to the forensic side.

He collected evidence from the shoes and clothes—even from the injuries. Chen Fan was running tests on all of it. Chen Fan was gambling—gambling on one thing: that this undercover agent wasn't dead.

And when Chen Fan activated his skill, it meant Chen Fan was starting to win the gamble.

Chen Fan looked at the faint traces beneath the shoe and extracted them.

He compared them carefully.

The people beside him looked at Chen Fan and asked, "What is this?"

"Quantitative physical evidence methods—very simple. You want to learn?"

The few forensic examiners were speechless. They simply pulled out books, indicating they still needed to keep reading—learning these things would take a very long time.

After Chen Fan extracted the material, he began comparing it against the stored DNA profile. Soon, he found a match.

Chen Fan looked at the trace evidence, then went to the head of the Fayibu Sect and said, "You take this. I'm not feeling well."

The old man looked at what the comparison had turned up, thought for a moment, and said, "There's quite a bit of this kind of thing over in the western suburbs."

"No, no, no—this guy couldn't have walked there. Drove, or something."

"Drove? That can't be right. If he drove, the police could trace it."

"Then it was a bicycle."

The old man felt this was more plausible and said, "The clothes and pants do show some wear. This guy even went to see that girl. Hmm—you know what a comfort zone is?"

"I don't. My teacher told me not to try doing deductions and things like that."

"Ah, fair enough. But I used to be a cop, and then I studied and passed the exam to become a forensic examiner. Comfort zones—I know them. Let me divide it up."

He brought out a map, divided the area, then looked at the trace evidence and marked off another zone.

The area kept shrinking.

"The population has to be sparse."

"And the differences in the place can't be noticed by anyone."

"Mm, best if the house is big and standalone."