Chapter 413: Look at How Round This Skull Is

Chen Fan and Lao Zhou, along with several forensic technicians, arrived at the man's home.

Once the case was solved and the suspect arrested, the number of people gathering around became terrifyingly large.

The police were doing their best to maintain order here.

Everyone was talking at once.

In the livestream, Qin Ming said: "Teacher Luo, have you ever encountered a case like this?"

"I have—defended someone in court before, but I failed. It was useless."

Pfft.

Everyone stared at Teacher Luo.

Teacher Luo said: "I'm a lawyer. I still have to do my job in professional matters. Why are you all staring at me? Is it that surprising?"

Teacher He said: "Not really. By the way, do the criminals ever tell you the truth?"

"No. Many details they refuse to reveal. For instance, why this man killed the first victim—he still hasn't said. Who the first victim was, he also refuses to name."

Qin Ming said: "What we really need to determine is how many people he killed. The victims must be verified. This kind of case must be written into textbooks—it's simply too massive. It's approaching indiscriminate murder."

Sister Yuanyuan said: "So does this case essentially represent a thesis?"

Qin Ming said: "Yes. Li Tian isn't stupid. By sending this case to the forensic institute, everyone here can participate in Case 25, and later write an outstanding thesis."

On-site, Chen Fan pushed open the door and wandered around the house, searching.

Several forensic technicians went to examine the equipment in the basement.

When they saw the separation machine, Lao Zhou couldn't help but admire it: "Yeah, gotta admit—this thing is impressive. This kid's got some skill."

Several senior figures nodded in agreement.

At this moment, life is fragile. For forensic technicians, these lives hold no meaning—only their fragility is laid bare.

Meanwhile, Chen Fan picked up the photographs and examined them carefully.

The photos showed many people. Chen Fan pulled out his instrument and began searching for fingerprints.

Lao Zhou returned and asked: "What are you looking for?"

"Fingerprints."

"Areas with lots of fingerprints?"

Chen Fan nodded.

Lao Zhou said: "That's simple. Look at the thickness. For fingerprints, thickness works too. Your method's too complicated. Let me teach you an easier way."

Lao Zhou took out tape and stuck it lightly onto the surface.

Then he compared two samples and asked: "Can you tell the difference?"

"Yes. I can distinguish them. This area has the most fingerprints—overlapping heavily. This person must be important."

Lao Zhou said: "That's not our job. Let Li Tian figure it out later. We don't need to puzzle over this. Come look here—I'll have someone else teach you blood analysis and processing."

Chen Fan said: "Isn't it blood analysis combined with physics?"

"No, no, no. That's too complicated. We have our own homegrown methods."

One forensic technician began demonstrating his unique skill. Honestly, at this moment, Chen Fan was truly impressed.

These forensic technicians really had their own secret techniques—skills developed during times when forensic techniques were incomplete, used to solve cases.

But as technology improved, these homegrown methods were abandoned.

Yet these people hadn't forgotten them.

Remember, not all forensic institutes in the country are equipped with specialized devices.

Many regions and localities are still backward, relying on the most primitive, clumsy methods.

Chen Fan took a deep breath and sniffed the air.

Then he went to the man's bedside, opened a drawer, and pulled out a bone.

A skull—but clearly, this skull had become slightly glossy.

That meant the man frequently touched this skull.

It was quite old.

"Can you tell?"

Lao Zhou looked at everyone.

Everyone shook their heads. This skull—how to put it—was just too perfectly round.

Chen Fan thought for a moment, found the earlier photo with many people, and pointed to one man: "This person—this must be him."

Lao Zhou looked and said: "Yeah. We'll do a comparison later. Then we'll know."

Chen Fan entered the basement, stared at the machine, and said: "When you're done studying this thing, give me a blueprint."