Chapter 62

Go away, will you.

Old Liu took a gas mask out of the trunk and said, "Everyone wear one. We're heading back to the station."

There weren't enough gas masks, so those without one had no choice but to sit inside the car.

Chen Fan and Old Liu sat beside the corpse.

On the way, the car hit a bump, and an arm fell off the half-body lying there.

Chen Fan had no choice but to pick it up.

The intern beside him wearing the gas mask immediately started getting dizzy and nauseous, but had no choice but to keep it on.

He took it off, only to find the smell even stranger and more nauseating.

"Alright, today's stream ran pretty late. Everyone get some rest. There won't be any more streaming after this."

The cameraman, very sensible, turned off the camera, then told the driver to stop the car, after which he ran off himself and got into another police team's vehicle.

No way, he really couldn't take it anymore.

"Qu Yiling, you can actually stand it?"

"Even if I can't stand it, I have to bear it."

"Isn't tending toward perfection good enough? People aren't perfect to begin with. Why do you always think you'll be perfect in the future?"

Qu Yiling said, "I asked for it myself. It's fine. I can handle it."

When the car reached the station, Old Liu told everyone to go rest.

It was too late, and it was pouring rain. Whether this corpse could even become a case study was hard to say.

After getting back, Old Liu went straight to burn incense, praying there would be no more corpses.

But, sorry, burning incense was useless, because the phone rang again — another case.

Old Zhou had no choice but to take the people out to handle it.

Chen Fan had originally planned to rest, but with no one available, he could only be dragged in as manual labor.

"I'm already regretting it. Why did I come to this show?"

"Stop dawdling. Move it."

Chen Fan, with a dark expression, put on a face mask.

"Do we still need to open it up?"

"No need. Just measure the basic data on this person directly. Later we'll figure out who he is, where he was, why he was in the river, and the cause of death. Take a look."

The door was pushed open. Qu Yiling and Xiang Qinqin stood quietly in the distance.

"If you want to help, come over."

The two nodded.

"Where are the others?"

"They went out with Old Zhou to handle a case. We came here to keep watch."

Old Liu was very gratified. He said, "Come on, you know the basics, right? This time, you do it."

Qu Yiling picked up the knife directly.

One cut, and she immediately threw up.

After that, she got back up and continued following Old Liu's guidance.

"We're lucky — we found the lungs. And we're unlucky too — the cause of death is pulmonary edema."

In that instant, everyone present fell silent.

"Drowned?"

Everyone at the scene couldn't accept that answer.

Meanwhile, Qu Yiling found two letters at the arm's position, in black.

"A tattoo?"

Chen Fan, with a dark expression, picked up the knife and said, "Take another look?"

"Uh, no, it's not a tattoo, it's a birthmark. Alright, I was wrong."

Photos were taken of the birthmark. Then Old Liu began the preliminary assessment of the facial features.

"Theoretically, after someone has been dead this long, someone should know about it. But why hasn't anyone reported it?"

Xiang Qinqin held a thermometer and said, "Um, are we still calculating the time of death and height?"

Old Liu pointed at the bone and said, 'Estimating from bone age is the most reliable. Height is calculated from the long bones — you all know the coefficients, right? Calculate it yourselves. As for the pelvis, it's basically a man, no other option.'

The two girls began calculating the height, and the result really was 1.7 meters.

Old Liu was once again shocked by Chen Fan's strange intuition. This guy really did bring him surprises everywhere.

Meanwhile, Chen Fan looked at the man's arm and said, "Do you guys have a feeling about something?"

The others looked at Chen Fan.

"A deduction?"

Chen Fan said, "It's just, I have a feeling this person seems to have been fairly well-maintained, quite refined — not someone who does physical labor."

That could be inferred, but the probability wasn't high.

"Forget it. Send the photos, height, birthmark, everything to Old Song's side, and let Old Song find the person."

Chen Fan sat there, looking at the dead person in front of him. Could his lockpicking skill be used on a dead person?

The thought moved, and he heard a passage.

"I've never been needed by anyone, and I don't need anyone to need me. There's really nothing in this world worth lingering over."

Holy shit, Chen Fan scared even himself.

Damn it, this guy killed himself?

Damn, but Chen Fan couldn't say it — no one would believe him if he did.

He just silently noted it down.

Old Song got the photo and began distributing it to police stations all over the city. The stations got in touch with the neighborhood committees, and then the photo started circulating in all the major group chats.

After that, someone said they knew who this person was.

Zhang Feng, a hairdresser.

And they even found Zhang Feng's ex-girlfriend.

That very night, Old Song found Zhang Feng's ex-girlfriend. The ex-girlfriend said they'd already broken up a few days ago, and that this man had come to her place to make a scene.

Then the girl said she had indeed spent Zhang Feng's money, and that it wasn't worth breaking up over — just take the money back.

Old Song didn't give her a pleasant look at all. He said, "I ask you, you answer. Any extra nonsense, I can't be bothered to hear it. Tonight, because of this lousy business, I missed my daughter's tenth birthday coming-of-age ceremony. If I take off this uniform and I'm just a passerby, if you were my daughter, I'd beat you to death."

The woman immediately backed down.

Then she took out her phone, found Zhang Feng's Moments, and saw Zhang Feng's final post.

"Where does he like to go?"

"There's a bridge, he often takes me there to see the scenery."

"Right, Zhang Feng's parents…"

"Zhang Feng's mother left when he was little. His father passed away last year. We've been together for three years now. After his father died last year, Zhang Feng started working like crazy. Back then I was even looking forward to marrying him."

"Why did you two break up?"

The girl hemmed and hawed, didn't speak.

"It's just, I don't like him anymore…"

Old Song slapped the table and said, "Try lying again, I dare you."

'I went out to a bar, slept with someone else, and he found out.'

Fuck.

Old Song pointed at the woman and said, "You, you, you — forget it, can't be bothered with you."

At one in the morning, Old Song found the remaining half of the body.

And a terrifying piece of news came in.

"Zhang Feng actually could swim."

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