Chapter 63: The Man Who Swam, Possessed Great Courage in Death (Support Please, Third Update)

The next day, Old Song arrived at the bureau with documents, reporting that they had found the remaining half of the body, but due to its terrible condition, forensic experts would need to guide the reconstruction.

The only issue was the cost of the recovery operation.

Old Liu watched Old Song's explanation, sighing deeply.

"Did this man commit suicide?"

"Yeah, the surveillance showed he jumped in himself."

"And then?"

"We interviewed some people. In the morning, we spoke to shopkeepers and his so-called friends. They said this kid could swim—but his swimming style was the rural kind, ugly and ungraceful. At the time, his friends were still laughing about it."

Old Liu said: "For someone who knows how to swim, drowning himself truly takes immense courage."

"But that half-body wasn't drowned—it was shattered by an oar. There was a boat that just smashed right into it. No one noticed at the time. When we showed up, the boat captain finally saw it and was terrified, even asking if we needed compensation."

Old Liu said: "Compensation? For who? His so-called ex-girlfriend? The one who cheated on him?"

Chen Fan arrived with the photographer and asked: "Found it?"

Old Liu gave a brief summary.

In an instant, the livestream audience was left speechless, utterly stunned.

The livestream viewers had imagined the man's death would be tragic—but never this horrific.

"My god, he could swim and still killed himself—how much courage did that take?"

"What the hell did this guy go through?"

"His parents left. He thought if he worked hard, earned money, built a family, his girlfriend would at least be loyal—but she cheated on him."

"Why not expose that woman? I'm going to dox her for the first time ever."

Old Liu murmured: "The body can't just stay there. The family can't afford it. Apply for assistance and handle it."

"Nah, forget it—I'll pay out of my own pocket. I'll reimburse later when the application clears. Extracting the body's a mess anyway—it's mostly just fragments now."

"Still, it's flesh. Just dumping it in the river isn't right."

Only the River Ghost could handle it.

But hiring a River Ghost isn't cheap.

Chen Fan said: "I'll do it. You've all said so much already."

Old Liu said: "I never asked you to."

"Come on, among us, you know I've got the most money. Since I ran into this, why not? A few ten thousand yuan—it's nothing. The entertainment industry makes money too easily. It's a small thing."

Old Song said: "Thank you."

"Small thing, small thing. By the way, did your daughter like the gift?"

Old Song's face darkened: "Chen Fan, if you mention this again, I'll strangle you."

After saying that, Old Song left.

Old Liu, curious, asked: "What exactly did you give her?"

"Nothing much. I added the girl as a friend and sent her one of my selfies."

"Naked?"

"I wore underwear. Sent her the most plain, unadorned photo shoot. How's that for treating fans?"

Old Liu was baffled: "Nowadays, fans like this kind of thing?"

"Please, I'm her idol. Ask anyone who likes a female star—wouldn't they be thrilled if she sent them something this private?"

Old Liu was speechless.

Soon, by early morning, the remains were transported over—more accurately, chunks of flesh and fragments—left on the autopsy table.

Using this corpse for research was impossible. Though the man was dead, no one signed off, and no one was watching, it still violated protocol.

Old Liu pondered: "Who's going to do this job? There's no profit in it."

When Old Liu said this, someone didn't understand: "What job?"

Xiang Qinqin understood clearly: "I know some people—we can help."

"Good. What do you need?"

"Nothing much. Just some pork and a few bones."

Old Liu nodded silently.

He immediately found his subordinates and said: "Go buy a pig, slaughter it. It's raining today—let's treat everyone to a meal. Use some of the pork for this."

When the two men arrived and introduced themselves, everyone finally understood.

What exactly were they?

Forensic pathologists perform autopsies; these people are their opposite—they sew the bodies back together. They're morticians.

Their fee was modest: a red envelope of a thousand yuan.

Chen Fan paid it himself—no one else was allowed to.

In a way, it was a good deed.

Xiang Qinqin assisted, while Chen Fan stood by, watching.

Morticians have even greater emotional resilience than forensic pathologists.

This work involves corpses that are never intact. Almost all the bodies needing sewing are shattered.

By ten o'clock, the sewing was complete, and the body had taken on a basic shape.

They dressed the man in clothes. Old Liu brought paper and burned it in the fire basin.

"Go now. This world has nothing left for you. No one to rely on, no one who needs you. Not being needed—that's probably your fate. Rest in peace. There's no grave to be found. Your ashes will be scattered into the sea."

Old Liu burned paper. Several students watched silently. In the observation room, everyone fell into silence.

Bai Lu, rarely seen crying, wiped tears from her eyes with a tissue.

Chen Fan yawned and said, "So, when's dinner? When do we eat?"

?????

"Are you a devil? Something this tragic, and you can't even empathize?"

Chen Fan said, "I did empathize. What, you want me to kowtow too? Stop the moral blackmail. What I've done is already the most anyone could ask for, so you all can stop coming at me. And why should I be sentimental, really."

Damn it, this pretty boy doesn't even bother to act—his sincerity is honestly a little infuriating.

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