Chapter 435: If Nothing Unexpected Happens, I Won't Deploy Chen Fan

Early in the morning, Chen Fan gazed at the snowy scene outside the window, yawned quietly, and then lit a cigarette.

Sister Yuanyuan lazily rolled onto her side, not bothering with Chen Fan.

It was strange—somehow, muddle-headedly, the two of them had ended up together and become intimate.

She had unconsciously been drawn to Chen Fan.

She knew perfectly well that this kid Chen Fan had no interest in her, yet she still couldn't help being obsessed with him.

It was as if she had met a top-tier academic genius, and that masculine charm and sex appeal—wisdom, focus, coldness—brought the most powerful hormones along with it.

Chen Fan said, "What, still want to cry?"

"I'm not that bored. Up to now I'm still wondering—why, the moment I changed into my clothes, I started liking you?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you mean if you don't wear the qipao, you won't like me anymore?"

Sister Yuanyuan said, speechless, "I can't figure it out. I feel like there's some kind of captivating aura about you, as if I'm a criminal and I've been drawn in by you."

Chen Fan looked up at the ceiling above his bed and said, "Who knows. I just feel like a lot of people seem to enjoy provoking me."

Provoking themselves?

Sister Yuanyuan said, "I saw the trending searches. A lot of people are talking about you, saying you've already started attracting criminals, and that if this keeps up it might raise the crime rate or something. I went straight back at them."

"No need to bother with them. Bothering with them is exhausting. You can't stop people from wanting to commit crimes in their hearts—if you really could stop them, they wouldn't be human."

Chen Fan got up, changed his clothes, and said, "I'm heading to the unit first."

"Mm, I'll rest a bit longer. I'll go to the observation room in a while."

Chen Fan said nothing more and turned to leave.

After Chen Fan left, Sister Yuanyuan grabbed a pillow in frustration, furious—really furious. What was wrong with her? She had bragged before, always saying how could she possibly like Chen Fan.

Damn it, seriously, so embarrassing. Chen Fan is much younger than her—why?

The door was pushed open once again.

Chen Fan came back to get his fountain pen and said, "I forgot—I forgot to bring my fountain pen."

Sister Yuanyuan said, exasperated, "Is there ever a time you didn't bring your fountain pen? You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"I'm not."

Sister Yuanyuan was speechless and ignored Chen Fan.

Meanwhile, Chen Fan arrived at the cafeteria and saw Old Liu already over there peeling and eating eggs.

"They aren't up yet?"

"Been up ages. A case came in, so they tossed it over and went off to handle it."

"By the way, how's that thing with Xiang Qinqin's mom going?"

Old Liu said, "You mean the daughter who inherited the badge? She's gone to criminal investigation now. Her mom is currently being pursued by some guy—he took her out to play. The guy's pretty rich and really likes that woman."

"Did you investigate?"

"Investigated everything, don't worry. Went all the way back eighteen generations—a hundred percent no problems at all. Private life, hotel records, everything checked. The guy's clean. I even found time to have the hospital give the kid a physical for me. Mm, body's fine, no diseases, pretty sturdy."

Chen Fan clicked his tongue and laughed, saying, "Awesome."

Meanwhile, Xiang Qinqin and Qu Yiling returned together.

Qu Yiling said, "It's a fingerprint comparison matter. The print was a bit incomplete, so I tried to restore it here and found a similar one."

"The person was found?"

"There's a record in the fingerprint database. The one who came looking for me was about the cattle-shed incident, and the criminal had been caught for theft before, which is how the print was left. Honestly, when I was restoring it I was worried too—what if my drawing was wrong?"

Old Liu said, "That's a matter of probability. We only refer to the majority; we don't think about the small numbers. And if some small-number scenario really showed up in reality, that wouldn't be realistic either. You have to understand that."

Xiang Qinqin said, "So does that mean the chance of error after our restoration is about the same as winning the lottery?"

"Mm, theoretically that's right. Our luck isn't that bad—we won't keep running into this kind of unlucky thing."

Meanwhile, in the observation room.

Sister Yuanyuan said, "Today seems... really quiet."

Qin Ming said, "It's not exactly quiet. The most common cases lately are actually traffic ones. On heavy snow days, traffic situations get complicated, so most of the officers went off to handle those."

Teacher He said, "So there's a seasonal theory for crime too?"

Qin Ming said, "There is. Crime is usually highest in autumn—that's when everyone's mood gets irritable and people start getting restless. The funny thing is, in winter moods theoretically get worse too, but crime actually drops. I asked an expert about it later, and the expert said it's because winter is too cold—criminals just don't have the motivation."

Pfft—hahahahaha.

Shishi laughed on the side and said, "That's the first time I've heard that. So summer is less too?"

"Eighty percent of crimes are actually related to hatred, family, and desire. In summer, desire does get amplified, but correspondingly, there are more people around too. You never know where you'll hit those points."

At that moment, Old Song walked in carrying a bag of stuff and said, "Got you guys a little treasure."

Old Liu said, exasperated, "Don't come to the cafeteria next time. It's really not appropriate."

Old Song said helplessly, "You forensic doctors still care about that?"

Then the bag was opened, and inside appeared a woman's head.

Chen Fan glanced over briefly, then continued eating.

Old Liu had an egg in his mouth and said between bites, "Just this little bit? Where's the rest?"

"Didn't have time. That was all they found at the time. The rest was thrown into the garbage pile and incinerated."

Old Liu said, "Then take it over to the forensic office. We'll take a look in a bit."

Chen Fan slurped a mouthful of porridge.

Old Song took the bag and walked off.

Chen Fan directly picked up a severed finger from the table and said, "Mm, this thing fell off. Put it back in."

Old Song said with a chuckle, "Now I'm starting to feel that after spending so much time with you guys, my mind's going off the rails too. With a case like this, I actually feel it's just one of those things."

At the forensic office, they looked at the remaining remains.

A few people fell into thought.

The woman had a head and arms, and nothing else.

Chen Fan began calculating on his side and said, "Age can be inferred—nineteen years old. After such a long time, hasn't anyone reported her missing?"

Old Song said, "Not so far."

Chen Fan picked up the scalpel and began cutting open the woman's head, saying, "Mm, the head is the fatal wound. The back of the head has the most injuries—she was struck directly on the back of the head, then she turned her head, and was struck again on the forehead."

"Couldn't she have fallen down?"

Chen Fan was speechless and said, "If she had fallen down, the person would have been swinging an axe or something from a higher position, and the wound patterns would look different. But these patterns clearly aren't like that, alright?"

"That's about all the basic information. There are too few corpses—no way to find anything else."

Old Song said, "Then let's go to the scene. We have to go."

Chen Fan said, "? à garbage dump, what do you want me to go there for?"

Old Song said, "Not the garbage dump. I found where this woman's home is. The police just compared the photo and found the address."

Old Liu said, "You all go together. Chen Fan, don't interfere—let them try."

Everyone nodded.

The group arrived at the woman's house.

Looking at the empty room, it was clearly a rental.

Qu Yiling and Xiang Qinqin put on gloves and began searching the room.