Chapter 370: A Woman Who Imitates Chen Fan

The girl was brought out in handcuffs—clearly, the danger level of this girl was escalating. Here, Zhang Tianxiong had no choice; he had to detain the girl.

Chen Fan said, "Boss, I'm hungry, bring me something to eat."

The boss came over cautiously and asked, "What would you like?"

"Give me a plate of egg fried rice."

The boss was stunned, but still made it.

In just a few minutes, the boss brought the egg fried rice up. Chen Fan said, "Want some?"

"No."

Chen Fan said, "Then the flavor must be off. Let me do it. Boss, lend me the kitchen for a moment."

Chen Fan walked into the kitchen, then came out carrying the egg fried rice and set it down in front of the woman. The woman stared at the egg fried rice before her and couldn't help falling into deep thought.

Then, she still picked up the chopsticks and took a small bite.

As she ate, she began to cry.

"You can't catch me at all."

Chen Fan said, "I know. No evidence, so naturally I can't catch you. Even if you confess right now, there's nothing I can do to catch you—there's just no proof, that's all."

"I've never killed anyone."

"I know. No one can prove your manipulation—just like back then, no one believed it. You were so young, how could you have removed your father's brakes?"

The woman smiled and said, "Your egg fried rice really tastes just like what my mother used to make."

Chen Fan lowered his head, then raised it, reached out, and placed his hand on the girl's head. "It's okay."

The woman turned her head and said, "Don't you know your acting is terrible?"

Chen Fan was speechless. "Tch, boring. I thought you hadn't noticed. Looks like you're not that dumb after twenty-five either."

What is going on here.

Meanwhile, in the observation room, Qin Ming said, "That 'channeling the spirits' trick—I had people look into it. It's actually a psychological construct. I don't know how Chen Fan does it, but the theory holds: you imitate a person. However, it seems Chen Fan is only willing to imitate the dead."

I hope the audience can understand what I'm saying like this.

These are absolutely not supernatural arts.

Li Tian said, "If Chen Fan is really imitating the dead girl's mother, it should actually be fear, dread, and disgust."

Teacher He said, "You mean the mother actually knew long ago?"

"Yes. I investigated that family. After the father's death, the family received a portion of compensation. The girl got part of it, the mother got part of it. But after getting the money, the mother started drinking heavily—drunk and muddled every day, no longer keeping up the house, just letting herself go."

"You have to understand, before all this, this woman was wonderful, very good at taking care of the home. There must have been some change."

"As for the reason, I suspect she discovered the problem with her daughter, but as a mother, she didn't know what to say."

Chen Fan asked, "Did she kill anyone after that?"

"No more."

Chen Fan said, "Then your imitation of me is a pretty big failure. You can't sit there with a clear conscience, you can't sit there with your heart free of morality."

"Maybe. The first time I saw that boy strangle himself to death with a rope, I realized I would feel fear, I would feel dread. I know this emotion—I don't want to have it, but I still feel fear."

"That's normal."

"How do you do it, Chen Fan? I'm curious—how do you keep your heart so calm?"

Chen Fan said, "You can't do it, because you're still kind. The boy strangled himself because he couldn't stand the torment inside. He was disgusted with himself, hated himself—hated the version of himself now dressed as a woman."

"Do you think I threatened him?"

Chen Fan said, "Not really. Your methods wouldn't be that crude. He just wanted, before his own death, to do you one last favor—take your mother away with him."

The girl fell silent, her head lowered.

At that moment the police car stopped. Several female officers came over and led the woman into the vehicle.

Only then did Zhang Tianxiong breathe a sigh of relief. That slash just now had been truly terrifying—Zhang Tianxiong had been worried Chen Fan would punch this woman to death.

"Chen Fan, tell me—was the way I protected my mother right or not?"

Chen Fan was speechless. "What do you think? If it is forensic, I'd tell you no. But if I were an ordinary person, I couldn't say—I'm live-streaming right now, I can't say it."

The girl got in the car and left.

The heavy topic returned to where it had been.