Chapter 429

This time, I absolutely must give myself a good skill.

【Ding, congratulations host on obtaining a new skill: Qipao Enthusiast】

【Qipao Enthusiast: You have no resistance to corpses wearing qipaos, and might even do something unimaginable; of course, as long as they wear this outfit, they have no resistance to you either.】

【Qipao Enthusiast Extension: You are even a tailor, capable of stitching together anything you wish to stitch, for instance, swapping someone's skin, isn't that right?】

I really want to kick your second uncle's ass; this skill, how has it started down such a bizarre path?

What's up, big brother, are you changing your approach?

But very quickly, Chen Fan noticed something was wrong; damn it, the core skill is actually tailoring, meaning stitching corpses together.

The auxiliary one is Qipao Enthusiast, and Qipao Enthusiast seems to have added a skill that doesn't look very serious to himself.

But is it really so?

Wait, Chen Fan very quickly discovered a strange, wrong place; it is the dead person's qipao.

Damn it, isn't this pure nonsense? Qipao Enthusiast for dead people, what does that mean, liking to dress dead corpses in qipaos, and then have strange things happen?

I really want to curse your mother; you are forcing me down the path of a pervert.

This is indeed a crime; this is called the charge of desecrating a corpse, okay?

Forget it, too lazy to argue about these things.

Just go to sleep, whoever wants to be whoever.

The next day, Chen Fan opened the door, looked at the woman knocking, and said, "Give me a reason, okay? I'm curious, why are you wearing a qipao, Sister Yuanyuan?"

"Me? I just felt this 083 outfit was nice. Have you seen Sister Jing Tian's recent TV drama, Si Teng? It's very popular; the various qipaos in it are simply amazing. I specially ordered a set and put it on just to dress up."

"So, why wear it today? It's winter; what are you doing wearing this thing?"

"What's wrong with winter? You are really strange. But your complexion looks good; it seems you rested very well."

Chen Fan squinted, looked at Sister Yuanyuan, and said, "Are you sure my complexion is good? I didn't rest for very long at all; where do you see that my complexion is good?"

"Ah, did I see it wrong? I just felt you became more handsome and much easier on the eyes."

Chen Fan chuckled and went straight to wash up.

Damn, this skill is gradually starting to affect me; damn it, indeed, it's either forcing me to become a criminal or forcing me to become a pervert.

After breakfast, the group entered the Forensic Institute; Old Liu said, "Mm, yours, Chen Fan, the seminar side has organized the materials; here is a copy for you, look at it more later."

'These things?'

"Everyone's specialty, their signature skills, take time to learn them; it's better for you. By the way, there are some things here, take a look; Chen Fan, don't speak."

The box opened.

Inside were some pieces of evidence.

"A police officer brought this; it was some things found in the deceased's home, along with soil and so on. You analyze it; this isn't a competition, it's work, try to be as fast as possible and provide useful help."

Xiang Qinqin was responsible for the examination, while Qu Yiling observed the corpse in the photographs.

"After death, the whole body's muscles relax quickly; for instance, facial muscles relax, losing the expression of life; the masseter relaxes, causing the jaw to droop; the smooth muscles of the pupils relax, making the pupils medium-sized; the constriction or dilation of pupils before death disappears shortly after death; the anal sphincter relaxes, causing feces to flow out; areas of the corpse under pressure form pressure marks corresponding to the object due to muscle relaxation. But this phenomenon of muscle relaxation passes very quickly. After a short time, the muscles gradually become rigid and hard, accompanied by slight contraction, fixing the joints in place, such as the mouth unable to open, the neck unable to bend, and the limbs unable to extend or flex. This phenomenon of post-mortem muscle rigidity is called rigor mortis."

Old Liu and Chen Fan drank tea, listening contentedly.

Qu Yiling said, "No autopsy report?"

"There is one, but you misread one point."

Misread one point?

Old Liu said, "Weather factors."

Here, Qu Yiling said, "That's not right; if it were frostbite, some frost would appear on the body's surface, but there is absolutely none of that."

Old Liu said, "Then what if it was handled well?"

Handled well?

Here, Xiang Qinqin picked up the soil and said, "This soil substance seems quite distant; the first scene isn't the home, but the suburbs."

"On the clothes, I found some tiny skin tissue and also dandruff."

'Uh, there is some grease here; what is this grease?'

Qu Yiling looked at the grease and said, "Then that person is probably bald or a man who likes to get oily."

Pfft.

Chen Fan looked at Old Liu; Old Liu said, "It doesn't matter, continue speaking."

Only then did Qu Yiling feel she had said the wrong thing; Old Liu's hair was indeed a bit thin for someone of his age, but a bit more than bald.

In the observation room, Teacher He looked at Qin Ming; Qin Ming said, "Don't look at me; I have a lot of hair. Look less at this stuff; my hair is very abundant; what kind of look is that?"

Hahaha.

The audience laughed along.

The variety show continued; although every time they encountered some depressing cases, these cases would rise to certain issues, and these issues would be watched by everyone, causing an impact.

Bullying might have always existed, but because of the program, the school of that dead boy has started Yan Suchuli.

Just at this moment, Old Song pushed open the door and looked at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan said, "Don't say it; is there a case?"

Old Song said, 'I know you don't like going, so I won't look for you; I'll look for Old Liu or the two girls.'

Chen Fan chuckled and said, "That's best; I can rest."

Old Song sighed helplessly and said, "What a pity, what a pity; the deceased was a great beauty. Sigh, tell me, what is going on here?"

Chen Fan zipped over to Old Song's side, looked firmly into the distance, and said, "Rest assured, I am justice; justice is me."

The audience was directly amused by Chen Fan's words.

"Sorry, I couldn't hold it back, hahaha."

": I am a Professional forensic methods; how can I take every case? If it is a beauty, I will execute my justice."

"Beautiful lady, I like looking too. Chen Fan, you must go over."

"Tsk tsk tsk, beautiful lady? I don't believe Old Song. That guy Old Song now has just as many tricks up his sleeve as Li Tian."

The group arrived at a museum. Chen Fan walked in, looked at the layout of the room, and couldn't help falling into deep thought.

Then he pointed at himself and said, 'This person, I know him.'

'No kidding, this is a wax museum, alright? How could you not recognize him?'

Chen Fan was speechless. He pointed at his own wax figure, then planned to go pull down his pants.

?????

"What do you mean?"

"Let me check the details—tsk, it's welded shut, nothing to it. Wax museum, it's better with clothes on anyway. These are all wax figures, nothing interesting."

Old Song was speechless and said, 'Stop messing around, come over and take a look.'

Chen Fan leaned over, then saw a wax figure and said, "This one, when is it from?"

"Just discovered today, this morning. What's wrong?"

Chen Fan directly tugged at the fabric and said, 'This qipao is a bit new, it should have been recently changed. By the way, how was a dead person installed here discovered?'

Old Song said, 'The staff discovered it.'

"What do you mean?"

"The staff make it a habit every day to go knock on the wax figures here. I asked this young man, and the young man said they were worried about dead people being here—those foreign horror wax museums, you know, worried about people copying that kind of thing."

Old Song didn't mention this young man, which means there's nothing wrong with the young man.

Chen Fan examined the mouth cavity, then took a knife and scraped out a bit of wax, saying, "The wound is temporarily unknown, I'd need an autopsy to know. My preliminary inference is that this person died of asphyxiation."

"Died of asphyxiation, then was made into a wax figure?"

Chen Fan said, "Yes, because there's wax in the nose and mouth. The young man's approach was correct, it's just that his way of knocking wasn't quite right."

Chen Fan took a knife and, at each wax figure, knocked little by little.

Then he directly smashed one wax figure, and a pale-faced woman appeared before everyone's eyes.

The second corpse.

'Holy crap, don't tell me there's more?'

"Then I don't know, the investigation is your business. I'll take the corpse back first. By the way, how many corpses, remember to let me know later."

Old Song nodded.

Chen Fan hoisted the first woman onto his shoulder, loaded her onto the car, and took her back.

At the autopsy table, Chen Fan held a knife, calculating.

Old Liu said, "Get on with it, what are you hesitating about?"