Chapter 345: Beg You, Stop Showing Off

This is sorcery, right? Tell me, this is sorcery, right? This absolutely isn't science.

"I really don't understand. Someone explain this to me."

"This, I think I can understand it as the butterfly effect?"

"I feel like I can't figure out Chen Fan at all now. This guy always seems to pull out something strange and bizarre."

"Is this still human? Is this something humans can do?"

But on the scene, everyone tacitly avoided discussing the matter. Chen Fan and Old Liu were handling the corpses, but there were simply too many corpses to clean up completely.

"Uh, let's leave it like this. We police will handle the follow-up. You all go back first."

Everyone nodded very hard.

Over here, Chen Fan bent down and accidentally dropped his fountain pen on the ground.

Then, everyone instinctively huddled together.

"No, don't be afraid. I just dropped my pen. It's really fine."

"No, stay away from us."

Everyone in the live stream was laughing themselves silly.

After Chen Fan left, Old Song looked at the person in charge and asked, "How will you write your report?"

"I don't know. How will you write it? Come back and argue with me later. I have absolutely no idea how to write this report so it makes sense and convinces the higher-ups that this was actually all human-made."

Old Song said, "How would I know? Anyway, I definitely won't write it as an accident. I don't think anyone up there will believe it."

The person in charge nodded, patted Old Song's shoulder, and said, "Sigh, you and you. I agree with you now. Honestly, you've lived this long, it really hasn't been easy."

Old Song was stunned and said, "Damn, I just realized it. I'm a bit scared now."

Back at the station, Chen Fan contacted the funeral home, and everyone started helping to sew up the corpses.

The Mr. from the funeral home said, "Chen Fan, let me ask you a question."

"Please go ahead."

"The head wasn't damaged. Was that also within your calculations?"

"Stop joking. How is that possible? At most, I calculated that this person would fall down. How could I calculate that the head wouldn't be damaged? And how could I calculate that the head would land directly in my hand?"

The old gentleman chuckled and said, "Oh, right. You let Xiang Qinqin work here just so she could sew up corpses later for a cheaper price, right?"

"How is that possible? We are a legitimate forensic institute. We wouldn't do such a thing."

"Fine, let the family pay then. Ten thousand yuan."

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|Damn, Chen Fan was speechless.

But he still paid. Actually, money wasn't much to Chen Fan, but Chen Fan still took out the cash.

The family had been contacted. The family didn't want to deal with it, but this corpse couldn't just be discarded.

What color is the world of mental illness? Actually, everyone knows clearly themselves.

But after Chen Fan paid, the man said, "Do you know? If you do this, many people will bring corpses to dump at your forensic institute in the future. Understand?"

Chen Fan said, "You're trying to morally kidnap me, aren't you?"

The old gentleman nodded.

Chen Fan said, "That's fine. Sigh, who made me such a good person?"

The old gentleman asked curiously, "Would you be so kind-hearted?"

"No. As long as the other party agrees, I can pay for the autopsy of the corpse. If they disagree, then forget it. I don't have that much leisure to do good deeds. By the way, I have no morals. You can't morally kidnap me."

The old gentleman chuckled, then reached out, patted Chen Fan's shoulder, and said, "There are evil thoughts in your heart. Even if you are allowed to run wild by letting things take their natural course, it is easy to lose control. You must understand."

"I know."

"Do not commit crimes. I don't want to be the one sewing you up when that time comes."

Chen Fan remained silent. This time, he did not express his own thoughts.

That person just died. This was Chen Fan's first time killing someone, and it was with permission.

Use any means necessary; as long as the hostage can be saved, it is allowed.

But killing for the first time, this killing, made Chen Fan feel strange, as if every cell in his body was becoming active.

In that instant, Chen Fan began to struggle internally.

This was a life. Although that person was dangerous and could have been shot dead by others, it was still a life ended in Chen Fan's hands.

Chen Fan himself knew it very, very clearly.