Chapter 81

This skill, at first glance, is actually hilarious; in plain terms, it's just watching videos or stuff like that, pretty much useless.

But if this skill is extended, it becomes absurd—this skill granted Chen Fan a technique.

Image enhancement—what exactly is image enhancement?

The logic is simple: there are many surveillance cameras now, so why are so many people still unable to catch culprits?

Because surveillance cameras suffer from outdated technology and pixel issues.

You can upgrade the pixels, sure—but who bears the cost? There are so many places nationwide needing cameras; this cost is truly beyond what an ordinary person can afford.

In the entertainment industry, it's even simpler: some footage captured by surveillance is so blurry you can't tell who it is unless you stare closely.

What you see is all fuzzy.

But if you use image enhancement, the visuals become extraordinary—not only clear, but you can even see individual hairs on people's faces.

Damn, if Chen Fan wanted to exploit this technique, every person in the entertainment industry would kneel in minutes, because there's no way to escape it.

Damn, indeed, the skill given is truly bizarre.

On-site, several trainees made every possible mistake, yet the director was the happiest.

Because the investigation sparked discussion, built atmosphere, got everyone involved, boosted popularity, naturally increased traffic, and thus the show became wildly popular.

Over here, Old Liu couldn't watch anymore and said: "Are you forensic experts? Tell me—tell me all of you—are you really forensic experts?"

Old Liu's words instantly jolted the group awake.

They began to focus, lowering their heads to process the evidence in their hands.

"Simulating blood is fine—that's within forensic scope—but why are you speculating whether the perpetrator is someone close to the victim? What does that have to do with you?"

"And you—carrying the corpse—do you think no one has tried this before? Are your brains so brilliant compared to Officer Li Tian's? Don't you think he'd have thought of it?"

"Also, let me tell you again: I told you to carefully examine the crime scene, to thoroughly inspect it—inspect it properly—are you trying to act like Sherlock Holmes here? Do you even have that kind of brain?"

These continuous questions confused the group; everyone instantly felt embarrassed.

The audience, of course, understood.

'At this moment, I finally understand the difference between a forensic expert and a police officer.'

"No wonder Old Liu is so angry—forensic experts just examine the scene; why are you wasting time on speculation and research?"

"Examination—gathering new evidence, new clues—is the core."

"As for deducing and arresting suspects—that's all someone else's job."

The group obediently took their items for testing.

Xiang Qinqin, holding the blood sample, said: "Uh, I feel something's off about this blood."

Qu Yiling said: "Blood's off? What's off about it?"

"I just feel it's wrong—I checked the depth of the bloodstain on the soil, and I noticed something strange."

The blood depth was wrong.

Qu Yiling herself specialized in this; when she wrote her A-matching thesis, she'd studied blood-related matters and immediately identified the anomaly.

She walked straight to the machine beside her and began A-comparison.

"This… this is the blood of two different people."

At this moment, Old Liu chuckled: "Only now do you realize?"

Fuck.

Shit.

The atmosphere on-site instantly fell silent.

This shit—this case is weird.

Old Zhou said: "Is Li Tian really that bold? Doesn't he worry that after this, those people will just hide?"

Gao Ye said: "I think I understand the officer's thinking—Officer Li Tian probably knew this was where the bodies were disposed of, but since he never caught anyone, the best way was to make these people nervous, so fewer people would die."

"But then catching them becomes even harder."

"Harder, yes—but it means fewer people become victims."

A difficult choice indeed.

The group dared not linger, continuing their on-site investigation. Indeed, they found fingerprints of different people—but all belonged to the victims; the killer seemed to have left no fingerprints.

Old Liu said: "This lesson is to remind you: pay attention to crime scene examination, do your job properly—understood?"

Chen Fan, in the observation room, said: "Why is Old Liu so rigidly rational?"

Old Zhou said: "I can tell you—Old Liu asked me to speak up if you asked. He once had a student—I thought he was good, but he got greedy, went down the wrong path, and died."

"Got greedy?"

"Yes—he got greedy. There was a woman who kept crying, saying how hard her family worked, how difficult it was to run a shop, and so on."

"And then?"

"The robber left almost no evidence. The woman suspected her ex-boyfriend, who constantly mocked her."

"Not a false confession?"

"Exactly. Then this student, unable to bear his inner guilt, confessed. But after the man was released, he killed the woman, her parents, and Old Liu's student."

Tear.

Everyone stared at Old Zhou in horror: "Can you say that?"

"Of course I can—why not? That guy wasn't a forensic expert—he was a student at school, just learning forensics under Old Liu, his favorite pupil. The woman came to Old Liu, cried and screamed, but he ignored her—she just targeted the college student."

"Interesting, right?"

Old Zhou glared darkly at Chen Fan.

Your brain always turns in the weirdest places.

"It is interesting."

"That's right. People are never satisfied with what they have. Once it starts, there's more to come. When a woman pretends to cry, she has something on her mind. So she'll naturally seize on it as proof and get that guy to do a lot of things for her, won't she?"

Old Zhou didn't say anything.

Teacher He said, "Don't talk nonsense. Not everyone is that lecherous."

Old Zhou said, "Mm, they really did fall in love."

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