Chapter 352: A Pen, A Murder Created

The time of the report was at night, a little past nine in the evening, just as the livestream was about to be shut down, when the emergency call rang.

Over here, after some discussion, they shut down the livestream.

The moment it was shut down, Li Tian picked up the phone and began to talk him round.

"Chen Yishou, don't do this. You have to trust the law, you have to trust us. Just give me a little more time, alright?"

"I haven't done anything. I'm looking for a place to live. Rent over here isn't that expensive, I'm planning to stay here."

"Chen Yishou, you have to be mindful of your status. You just got out. If you kill someone, you'll get the death penalty straight away. Once a person is dead, everything's gone."

Chen Yishou said, "Then tell me, what do I still have left?"

Li Tian fell silent, completely stumped by the question.

Here, Li Tian looked at Old Liu and said, "Old Liu, you say— wait, damn, where's Chen Fan?"

"Guess."

Li Tian called Chen Fan, but Chen Fan didn't pick up.

That night, Zhang Tianxiong was by Chen Fan's side.

Chen Yishou was tidying up his rented room. Chen Fan stood to one side, and a man on the other side, with the police, pointed at Chen Yishou and said, "I suspect this guy is going to kill me."

The police were speechless. They had been observing this case and knew what was going on, but with insufficient evidence, there was no way to arrest this person.

But by the same token, on Chen Yishou's side, there was also no way to make an arrest.

"Fingerprints can actually still be looked for. Besides, I can also look for some other evidence. Don't be impatient."

Chen Yishou said, "If you don't stop me, I'll look down on you. You stop me, and I think you're the real forensic scientist."

Chen Fan said, "I didn't originally want to stop you, but I thought it over and decided I should stop you anyway. I think we get along well enough— the persuasion, what's needed still has to be there."

The man on the other side looked at Chen Fan and said, "You guys, you guys, why aren't you arresting him? Why aren't you arresting Chen Yishou?"

Chen Fan stared at the room, froze for a moment, then said, "I have a proposal. If you let me into your room for one hour, I'll have Chen Yishou disappear from your world on my end. You know, I'm a celebrity, I'm very rich."

The man hesitated, then let Chen Fan into the room.

Chen Fan walked in, took out a photo, and recorded the trophy.

"You seem quite outstanding—you even won an award."

"Not bad, I guess. I studied pretty well back then, it's just that later, in actual practice, problems came up."

Chen Fan said, "Doctor, your future should be very bright. These honors are worth a better future for you. It's just that right now you're in a tough spot. You don't have a girlfriend yet?"

The police officer who had followed in, Zhang Tianxiong, looked at Chen Fan in bewilderment.

What on earth was this guy talking about.

The man said, "Uh, it's alright, it's alright. It was caused by my own mistake, that's all."

Chen Fan said, "But this shouldn't have been a mistake. You and I both know that."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Chen Fan flipped through the books, recalling the case files Li Tian had shown him earlier, then collecting evidence and taking photos.

A forensic scientist's work is just like this—collecting evidence, taking photos, searching for fingerprints, and so on.

Chen Fan stared at a safe off to one side.

Chen Fan squatted down, reached out, opened the safe, looked at the empty interior, and said, "Qian Hua is gone."

The man instantly became alert and said, "What are you doing? How dare you touch my things without a search warrant. Get out, get out, get out of here."

Chen Fan smiled and said, "You're the one who let me in. Fine, then I'll leave. Chen Yishou's matter, I'm not getting involved anymore."

The man hesitated for a long time, then said, "Mm, alright then, take a look."

Chen Fan examined the safe, looked at one area, and said, "There should have been a letter here. You must have burned it."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Chen Fan continued, "Right, let me tell you something. Actually, you'll still be sentenced, because, well, the evidence I have right now is actually enough for a lawyer to go after you."

"You're talking nonsense. That's a medical accident."

"I didn't say it was that matter. What are you panicking about?"

The man fell silent.

Chen Fan continued, "The certificates of honor, and the related evidence, all tell me that you yourself have a very high level of medical skill. A mistake, such a huge mistake is very hard to make. If those lawyers put in some effort, they can make you a murderer."

"Impossible, impossible."

Chen Fan said, "But you're out of money, aren't you? Didn't you spend all the money?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't understand anything you're saying. You've finished your inspection, right? Since you're done, then leave."

Here, Chen Fan chuckled, and quietly placed a pen inside the room.

Then he said, "Alright, I'm leaving. Good night. I'll take Chen Yishou away."

The man chuckled and said, "At least you keep your word."

After Chen Fan left, the man breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door, carefully opened a book, and took out a letter and a voice recorder from inside.

These were this man's last bits of persistence.

"Good, good, nothing was found."

And at that moment, the pen silently appeared under the man's feet. The man suddenly stepped on it, lost his footing, and fell straight down.

Then his head smashed against the floor, and he started bleeding instantly.

Then he got up, put his hand to his head, and his toe knocked into a nearby table.

The cup on the table fell to the ground and shattered, and the man stepped right on it.

"Ahhhhhhh…"

The man screamed, and the police outside instantly became alert, knocked on the door, and asked, "Are you alright?"

The man said, "Help! Help!"

Zhang Tianxiong burst through the door.

Chen Fan said, "Are you all right?"

"Save me, save me, save me, it hurts so much, it hurts so much..."

Zhang Tianxiong looked at the man's appearance and said, "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital."

The man here looked at the recorder in his hand, the letter, and the police officer standing aside.

Suddenly he said, "No need for the hospital, I'm not going."

"You're already injured, come on, we need to help you."

The man looked at Chen Fan, picked up a fountain pen from the side, and then put it inside his clothes.

"Why are you looking at me? Hurry to the hospital! Without stitching the wound, you'll bleed to death. This amount of bleeding is far too great."

The man was a medical student; looking at the blood, why was the bleeding so heavy?