Chapter 411: This Arrest Is a Bit Sloppy

On this side, at the forensic scene, everyone was processing the skeletal remains, working on perfecting the evidence.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Li Tian directly opened a livestream on his phone.

Pointing at the people ahead, he said, "Damn it, charge, everyone go, pin this bastard down for me."

Under the camera, a group of police officers pulled out their guns and fired into the sky; after two shots proved useless, they went straight in to grab him.

The man drove the village's farm vehicle and floored the accelerator.

The police weren't going to indulge him. Li Tian led his men and charged straight at the vehicle.

Once they grabbed the man, they wouldn't let go.

Whatever special-ops tactics, whatever so-called techniques—none of it worked. At this point, it was the most direct method.

The man was dragged down, but some officers were also injured.

Li Tian looked at the few injured young men and said, "Lie down, don't move."

"Captain, we're livestreaming."

"So what? Lie down even with the livestream on. Getting credit these days isn't easy—damn, a wound this big, why wouldn't you rest?"

The few men felt utterly disheartened.

Li Tian looked at the man and said, "Saw the livestream?"

"I did."

"Then why didn't you run?"

"Running would've been useless. I'm the only household around here, very easy to find me."

Li Tian laughed coldly and said, "How many people?"

"I forgot."

Li Tian barely held back his fury, nearly killing the man on the spot, and said, "Take him away. I'm going in to take a look."

The man was caught, and the forensic team at the scene, upon receiving the news, was genuinely thrilled.

Beautiful, just beautiful.

Old Zhou said, "Chen Fan, how many points do you have now?"

"No idea, never really counted. By the way, who has the highest score?"

Old Zhou said, "Seems like I hold the record. My highest in a year was over twenty thousand points. I'm different from you—you handle more homicide cases, higher difficulty. My side has more minor cases, more brainwork, so the points add up fast."

That really is a monster.

In the observation room, Qin Ming said, "Old Zhou's record is genuinely terrifying. Regular cases don't give many points, especially for forensic work—we only get about thirty percent of the case's base points. Old Zhou still handled minor cases, and accumulated that much—truly impressive."

"Teacher Qin Ming, what about you?"

Qin Ming said, "Uh, a little over ten thousand points, but mine has a lot of fluff. Back then I wrote a forensic textbook, and the department rewarded me eight thousand points for it—after all, it served a publicity purpose."

At the scene, Chen Fan said, "I think I'm already over twenty thousand points now."

Everyone laughed and simply ignored Chen Fan—don't chat about this stuff with this guy, there's no point.

At this moment, Li Tian drove over and said, "Got the guy. Chen Fan, handle this first, we'll go chat with him later, alright?"

Chen Fan said, "What's the matter?"

Li Tian had the body carried in and said, "Well, you're all forensic experts here, help me figure this guy out. Sigh, this bastard—I went inside, damn, this guy really had a whole setup in the basement, equipment for dismembering bodies."

Old Zhou said, "Give us those things later, will you?"

Li Tian said, "What do you want that for?"

"Sigh, this guy's meat-dividing technique is pretty good. We'll study it later, bring it back, makes our work easier too, right?"

Several veteran forensic experts nodded in agreement.

Li Tian was speechless and said, "I really regret knowing you guys. Right now I feel like I'm the most normal person here."

Li Tian rubbed his own arm—damn, that kid was pretty strong.

Chen Fan glanced over and said, "You're hurt? When you die, remember to tell me."

Li Tian laughed, directly pulled off the cover, and said, "Prepared this for you."

Looking at the somewhat sticky corpse, the few rookies present immediately felt nauseous.

Damn it, motherf—.

That's kinda disgusting, hey.

Chen Fan and Old Zhou looked at the corpse.

Chen Fan said, "Tsk tsk tsk, autolysis. That's not common. This guy—wasn't anyone around?"

"No one. The guy raised chickens, regularly went to sell them and such. The area around was already stinking to high heaven."

"Then why did this guy kill people?"

"God knows. Haven't interrogated him yet. Probably just thought it was fun—who can figure this stuff out?"

Everyone nodded helplessly, having to admit Li Tian was right.

What forensic experts understand least is the human heart.

Chen Fan picked up a knife and stirred, saying, "The occurrence and development of cadaveric autolysis are likewise affected by various factors. First, the ambient temperature can influence the rate of autolysis. Generally speaking, higher temperatures promote tissue autolysis, while lower temperatures can delay it.

Therefore, a clothed corpse autolyzes faster than a naked one; a refrigerated corpse's autolysis slows or stops. Second, the cause of death also affects the rate. Because in rapid deaths the body tissues still contain large amounts of active enzymes, which are lacking in chronic wasting disease deaths, and combined with the slow drop in corpse temperature in rapid deaths—especially mechanical asphyxiation—this promotes autolysis. So all rapid deaths, including sudden death, mechanical injury death, mechanical asphyxia, non-preservative poisoning, and electrocution, exhibit very rapid tissue autolysis.

The comparison below illustrates this well. Under identical seasonal and other conditions, a strangulation victim's corpse, autopsied thirteen hours after death, showed advanced autolysis of the pancreas and spleen, while a tuberculosis patient's corpse, after twenty-four hours, still had very clear pancreatic structure."

Li Tian said, "Yeah, at the scene the temperature wasn't low. Even though it's winter now, this guy, to make the bodies rot on their own, kept them in a high-temperature environment."

Chen Fan found a bit of fungus on the man's leg and said, "Li Tian, guess what this is."

Li Tian looked at the mushroom and said, "Don't tell me."

"Yeah, seems like it really is. That also explains why this guy regularly disposed of the remains—he seems to have just been using these people as petri dishes."

Li Tian's fist clenched hard. He said, "You hurry up and confirm the victim's info, come with me in a bit. Damn it, this guy—we've got to deal with him properly."

Chen Fan nodded.

Gathering with several bigwigs, each of them spoke in turn, focusing on the corpse, drawing on their own experience, doing their best to ensure the information about the corpse was accurate and clear.

After the individual messages were processed, Chen Fan and Li Tian sat down in the interrogation room.

Looking at the man before him.

Chen Fan stared for a long while, then said, "Sorry, I couldn't hold it in, ha."

Li Tian said, "What thing?"