Chapter 330

"What? What did you say? You mean tell Chen Fan not to mention this?"

"Don't give me 'don't mention it'—we're from the same department, what's your point?"

"Oh, you mean it's fine to talk, just don't fabricate anything? Then never mind."

Old Liu hung up the phone and said: "The boss wants to ask you—don't embellish or exaggerate. This case has to become a model."

Model?

Chen Fan asked curiously: "What does that mean?"

"Directly attacking our officers—this must become a model. How many people?"

"A lot, about seven or eight, all young girls, not very old. They organized themselves to attack me. These people just don't get it—this will ruin their futures."

Only then did the livestream viewers remember: damn, is this really that serious?

"Fuck, this is terrifying—are these fans all insane?"

"Holy shit, they're forcing their own idol to die—wishing he'd suffer slowly, aren't they?"

"No, Chen Fan's a forensic examiner—he's earned First-Class Merit. How little legal awareness do you have?"

"Fuck, I'm speechless."

Chen Fan said: "It doesn't matter. The surveillance footage clearly shows these people jumped out themselves—so don't blame me. I've got plenty of time; why should I let them off?"

Old Liu said: "You don't need to worry about that—just don't embellish or exaggerate."

Soon, the aroma of food spread out, and everyone gathered together, happily eating.

The livestream was still live, but everyone, besides watching it, was focused on official updates—one after another.

Li Tian appeared at the door and said: "Don't kick me out—I'm not here for a case."

Everyone sighed in relief. Li Tian said: "Holy shit, you just went on a business trip and ran into this crap?"

"Who says otherwise? After this, if a celebrity dies, we won't do autopsies anymore—we don't want to investigate cases. What if someone beats us up later?"

Li Tian was speechless: "You really shouldn't say that—what if a celebrity actually dies someday?"

What if they die?

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Song's phone rang.

Everyone at the table looked at the phone—it was Captain Qian calling.

The call was answered.

"? à, something happened."

Old Song said: "What happened?"

"A celebrity was stabbed at the entrance—by the child's father."

Fuck.

Awesome.

Li Tian said: "You're not going to put that father and those celebrities together, are you?"

"How could I put them together? They're definitely separated. But where they'll be detained—I don't know yet. Damn, what a mess."

Chen Fan said: "These people can't be released, right?"

"Bullshit, released? They're minors involved in molestation—wait. After the investigation, one by one, they're all going straight to jail."

"Run? They can run—I'll write my name Qian backwards."

The call ended.

Chen Fan took a sip of soup and said: "Mm, really good. Where did the tofu come from?"

"Sent by locals nearby. How's it taste?"

"This stuff is rare—handmade."

Old Liu said: "It's fine. Today I helped him sew up his son's body, then handed it over to the funeral home for cosmetic preparation."

"That's so sad—losing a son. But the tofu really is excellent."

Old Liu nodded.

Life and death, when spoken of by these two, sounded so ordinary.

Sometimes people wonder: does a forensic examiner, after working too long, truly stop caring about ordinary people's lives and deaths?

This is exactly what so many people have always found confusing.

But now, Chen Fan and Old Liu's demeanor gives everyone a clear answer.

They've grown indifferent to life and death, accepted all the evil in the world, and learned to digest it themselves.

Forensic examiners protect the last justice of this world in their most steadfast way.

Li Tian said: "Eat, eat—don't worry. Zhang Tianxiong, pay extra attention."

"What if these people come again?"

Li Tian said: "No need to worry. Human emotions are like love—they don't last. At first you're angry, but after a couple days, you're not angry anymore. Eventually, you'll forget."

Sister Yuanyuan said: "You sound like you're insulting the entertainment industry."

"Isn't that true? As time passes, eventually you'll all be forgotten."

Teacher He said: "But your works will be remembered."

Li Tian said: "Everyone knows poetry is beautiful—but who cares what the poet looked like? Your works are great, but who cares about your past?"

"Actually, I really like this saying: celebrities don't have that many fans—most are rational. Only two kinds are irrational."

Everyone looked at Li Tian.

"First: pure idiots."

"Second: paid trolls—100 yuan each."

And soon, one person was apprehended.

Li Tian looked at his phone and said, "Look, the people who hit Chen Fan — we know now. The person who hit Chen Fan is a celebrity, going for the black-and-red fame route, but it got dug up: the economic team on this side hired people to throw things at Chen Fan, the goal being to ride this wave of popularity."

Sister Yuanyuan asked, "Then what about the charges?"

"Inciting the masses, inducing, guiding, even ordering attacks on judicial organs — well, to put it bluntly, that counts as gang-related. If this goes in, wouldn't it start at ten years?"

Chen Fan said, "Go get a drug test, and while you're at it, check the spending records, look into the taxes — that'll be enough."

Li Tian said, "Good idea, let's do it."

The two reached out and high-fived.

Not bad — between casual conversation, another pretty-boy idol was taken care of.

Just like disposing of a pig that was already dead.

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