Chapter 67

Chen Fan looked at the corpse, undid the stitches from earlier, took out the internal organs, and examined them carefully.

"I think I know why it couldn't be done."

"?????"

Old Liu said, "Trace evidence measurement—that requires a large forensic department to test. Local places originally had no way to do it. And these people were robbers who also happened to have heart disease. The cause of death was a heart attack, so it's easy to mistake it for death by heart disease."

"You do it?"

"Go ahead, perfect chance for you few to learn. I'm really curious—Chen Fan, you really haven't studied forensic science? How do you know trace evidence identification methods?"

During this period, the shock Chen Fan brought was simply too much. Although Chen Fan kept saying he hadn't studied forensic science, everyone still believed Chen Fan was absolutely a forensic expert.

A fresh-faced idol combined with forensic science—that's definitely a huge selling point.

In the few days since the show started, Chen Fan's fans directly increased by several million.

The trending searches were all dominated by him.

Before, it was dissection and opening bras in three seconds.

Now it's even more outrageous—a door that never gets locked.

Right.

For any lock, Chen Fan can crack it open.

Chen Fan silently looked at the person before him, muttering in his heart.

He heard a very interesting remark.

"I'm sorry. You get up early and stay up late selling vegetables, scrimp and save, all for me—but I'm just a burden. I don't deserve to live at all."

"If I could, I'd really rather just die and be done with it. This life is already over."

Chen Fan thought for a moment, then said, "Oh right, what about the money from the robbery scene?"

"Gone, taken by someone. We're still in the process of arresting them."

"In theory, these people are all witnesses, right? So we could find the person behind it. But in the end, all the witnesses died, so naturally the person behind it is hard to investigate?"

Old Song said, "That's right."

Chen Fan's face darkened. He looked at the corpse, instinctively picked up a kidney, and said, "There should be toxicology testing here, right?"

Old Liu said, "I know what you're thinking. Are you sure?"

"There's organ failure—typical for a heart disease patient, the other organs do tend to have problems. But still, I think this is poisoning. Toxicology testing should be available everywhere, right?"

Old Song said, "We did it. No matching toxin."

Chen Fan had just been about to breathe a sigh of relief when Cheng Ruofei said, "You just said there was no match—"

Old Song said, "What do you mean?"

"My teacher told me, toxicology testing actually has a flaw—that is, unknown toxins, the kind we haven't discovered yet. But this kind of testing requires more precision and more tedious procedures."

"I asked my teacher—if someone really developed this kind of poison, how would they handle it?"

"My teacher told me, someone at that level who isn't short on money would definitely do it for revenge."

Old Liu fell silent, then said, "Are you looking down on me?"

Cheng Ruofei said, "No, Teacher. It's just that trace evidence identification and toxicology testing do have flaws. And our toxicology database only has so much, right?"

Old Liu took a sip of hot water and said, "Old Zhou, stop watching. Someone's come to wreck the place. Get to work. Call everyone in the bureau."

In the observation room, Old Zhou stood up helplessly and said, "Looks like this really is a provocation. Cheng, this killer is someone who knows chemistry."

"Then why commit the robbery?"

The lawyer said, "Usually small crimes are used to hide big ones. If no one knows, people would just think this person rounded up a group of heart disease patients—desperate men—and started robbing."

"No one would think of murder. This person really is a chemistry genius."

Zhang Yishan: "What's the purpose of doing all this?"

"To grab attention, to give his talent a place to be used, to show off his ability. Geniuses always need to be recognized. Right now, I bet this person is sitting in front of the TV, happily watching these people scratch their heads in frustration."

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Chapter 40: Provoking the Forensic Expert