Chapter 337

Li Tian stared fixedly at Chen Fan and said, "You'd better give me an explanation, or I'll have no choice but to suspect you."

Chen Fan sighed and said, "You're really stupid—why don't you ask a physicist? Ask them and you'll know. Didn't you already contact them before?"

Li Tian called the physicist and sent him the photos; after reviewing them, the physicist said, "Hmm, yes, that's indeed the reason. If the steel is bound by ropes, it will fall straight down. To fly outward, it's extremely difficult—it requires tremendous speed. Hmm, without control, it's actually possible."

"Who the hell would study this for fun?"

The physicist was confused and said, "Wait, you mean someone actually studied this? Just to research—like, cars suddenly braking on the road, and steel plates killing people?"

"Yes."

"Are you crazy, cop? Do you have any idea how massive the calculations are? It's not something you can just say in two or three sentences. You're talking nonsense—go see a doctor."

Pfft—hahahaha.

The audience had all burst into helpless laughter.

"I'm dying laughing—I cried from laughing so hard at this hour."

"Hahaha, this is hilarious—Li Tian got completely shut down by the physicist."

"Yeah, who'd be that insane to study accidents?"

"Probably only Chen Fan would study this. Sure enough, Chen Fan isn't normal."

25 Chen Fan put the pen in his coat pocket. For a moment, he wondered: if he threw this pen, could he kill Li Tian? It felt like, in the next second, he might actually be able to.

After the group returned, Li Tian received a reply: the man had been arrested and admitted he had gone up and untied the load.

His reason: he wanted to scam money from the truck, but the truck driver ignored him and reported it to the boss. Helpless, he decided to quit.

He only thought that if the steel fell, the guy would lose some money—but he never imagined it would kill someone.

An unintentional act is still a crime—it can't be escaped. Someone always has to pay the price.

Meanwhile, Chen Fan, back home, fell into deep thought. This ability—it seemed, it seemed terrifying.

Song Zuer had already warmed Chen Fan's bedding and said, "What are you thinking about?"

Chen Fan said, "I'm wondering—why exactly is an accident called an accident?"

"Aren't you a forensic pathologist? Why are you studying mysticism now?"

"No—accidents exist even in forensics. And throughout history, all truths, principles, and knowledge were born from accidents. Accidents are the origin of all things."

Song Zuer reached out and touched Chen Fan's forehead. "Oh no—you've gone mad from dissecting too much. What kind of weird idea is this?"

Chen Fan said, "You don't understand."

"Kid, stop thinking about this. Go flirt with some beautiful girls—you won't have time for crazy thoughts."

"Pfft. Not in the mood."

Song Zuer gave him a look of utter disdain. "Who the hell would believe that?"

"Believe it or not—I've always been passive. Sigh. How come such an outstanding man like me is so rare in this world?"

That night, Song Zuer suddenly thought: maybe I should just murder my husband—it'd be less annoying.

The next day, everyone woke up. The snow had stopped, and the yard was buried under a thick layer—someone had to clear it. Old Liu had risen early, sweeping with a broom.

Chen Fan drank a sip of hot water and picked up a broom to help.

"No need—you stayed up late last night. I can handle this myself."

"That's nonsense—who'd let their teacher do this?"

The photographer captured this harmonious scene.

Deep master-disciple bond.

Old Liu squinted and said, "Spit it out—what do you want?"

Chen Fan grinned and said, "Teacher, if there's an arrest scene, can I apply to go?"

"Are you crazy? Is your head broken? You're a forensic pathologist—why would you show up at arrests? Haven't you been to enough already? What's the point? Just stay here and dissect corpses."

"It's not about whether I've been before or not. By the way, teacher—if the suspect dies during an arrest, does the police have to pay compensation?"