Chapter 569: The Pervert Who Kills on Rainy Nights

"Alright, alright, come take a look quickly at these two bodies we found."

Old Song beckoned Chen Fan over and did not continue the previous topic.

After Chen Fan entered the autopsy room, a group of people followed closely behind him.

It was Xiang Qinqin and the others.

"Why is it a dismemberment case again? Have we recently poked the nest of the same killer?"

Chen Fan couldn't help but complain; how many times had this happened? Why were all the recent killers so perverted?

Forget it.

After all, those criminals capable of committing crimes are not normal people.

"Who knows? There have been too many cases recently. We are only handling a portion; quite a few are still being investigated by others."

"Li Tian was just called back; someone reported a case."

Old Song replied.

"Have you found any information on this person?"

Chen Fan asked.

"This person is named Li Ruolan, a student at the neighboring Institute of Technology. Since the school just started winter break, she only returned from school a couple of days ago."

"We have contacted her family; they are at the police station now."

"Yesterday, Li Ruolan went out to attend a gathering with classmates, and after the gathering ended, she took a taxi home."

"As a result, she did not make it home that night, and ended up dead like this."

Old Song briefly explained the situation.

"Taxi?"

Chen Fan heard a keyword; when he woke up this morning, he hadn't recalled last night's events.

After all, today was quite busy.

But now that Old Song brought it up, it reminded Chen Fan.

Chen Fan said, "The taxi driver, have you investigated him?"

Old Song nodded and said, "We have investigated. The driver said he dropped her off downstairs at her home last night. According to the surveillance footage, we did indeed find such a scene."

Chen Fan frowned and continued asking, "Do you remember the license plate number of that taxi?"

Old Song recited the license plate number.

Chen Fan felt terrible; this vehicle happened to be the very taxi he used to take Song Zuer home last night.

Recalling the flashback scene he saw last night, Chen Fan said, "If you believe me, arrest that taxi driver immediately."

"I cannot say for certain that he is the killer; investigations require rigor, but we would rather arrest the wrong person than let the right one go."

Old Song knew Chen Fan's capabilities, so he immediately called Li Tian and ordered Li Tian to arrest the taxi driver.

However.

The taxi driver seemed to have received some news and had completely vanished from the city.

Chen Fan looked at the camera and said, "He must have watched our livestream, so he left long ago."

"This person is my fan."

Hearing this statement.

Old Liu was surprised: "How do you know?"

Chen Fan said, "When I returned last night, I happened to be in this taxi. I was wearing a mask, yet the driver recognized me and said he really likes watching my livestream."

"If that isn't a fan, what is?"

Old Liu said, "Then how do you know the killer is very likely him?"

Chen Fan suddenly felt like he was lifting a stone only to drop it on his own foot.

He couldn't exactly say he had the ability to foresee the future, could he?

His previous abilities were already outrageous enough; if he said this now, he would definitely be taken to a laboratory.

Chen Fan said, "Intuition. At the time, I felt this person's facial features were somewhat special, so I examined him closely."

Old Liu was instantly speechless.

A forensic pathologist actually relying on intuition to guess the killer.

If this got out, it would make the big shots in the industry drop their jaws in shock.

Old Liu said, "Don't say such things in the future. Intuition? Do you know how terrifying intuition is?"

"Especially in our profession; if our intuition is wrong, we might lose many useful clues, and trouble will arise then."

Chen Fan was also speechless at this moment.

If he didn't say it was intuition and told the truth, he would be the one in trouble.

"Enough, enough, don't say anymore; I'm annoyed just listening. Anyway, just wait and see the result."

Chen Fan said.

Not long after, Li Tian called.

"Chen Fan, come quickly; I'm sending you the address."

Li Tian said, "I found a lot of things; come over quickly."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Fan told everyone to get in the car and drove straight to the old residential area in the north of the city.

This used to be the city center; later, because the government wanted to develop a new commercial district, the city center was moved south.

The houses here are low and short, with a lively atmosphere everywhere; most of the people living here are migrant workers.

Generally, natives do not live here because the demolition of their homes would be enough to make them happy for a lifetime.

The car stopped in front of a very old residential building; because the distance between the buildings was too narrow, everyone had to get out and walk a bit.

Building Eight.

This was the address Li Tian had given everyone. By the time they reached the third floor, they finally saw the wide-open front door.

Li Tian was standing just inside the doorway and said, "You guys are really slow — it's been over forty minutes already."

Old Song said irritably, "What's the rush? Doesn't getting here take time?"

"Hurry up and come in and take a look."

The two of them bickering was already routine; once they finished, they could get down to business.

Everyone went into the room.

It was an extremely spartan apartment — the living room was very bare, with only a small television and a small sofa.

The sofa looked very old; the leather on top had already peeled off, exposing the padding inside.