Xia Fan was stunned for a moment. In fact, reenacting a crime scene was not his forte. Since the scene was a simulation, even the blood stains were pig's blood. His superpower of smell and beast-taming were of no use.
Wang Jin said in an encouraging tone, "You look like you've thought of something. Don't feel pressured. Just say what you think."
Xia Fan nodded. "I think the murderer might not be the same person."
Everyone was stunned. There was obviously one person's fingerprints and footprints at the scene. If it was a double offender, where did the other person's traces go? The murderer couldn't just erase one person's traces and leave the other person's, could he?
Wang Jin's eyes lit up. He said to Xia Fan, "Interesting. Go on."
Xia Fan walked to the body and pointed to the wound. "Everyone can see that there are many wounds on the victim's abdomen, but none of them overlap. It's as if the murderer had calculated it."
"That's true. Twenty-six of the twenty-seven wounds were not fatal. The real fatal wound was this one. It was stabbed in the victim's heart. If you look closely, you'll notice that this wound is different."
How was that possible?
Everyone was shocked. Everyone had looked at the scene, but no one could come to a conclusion that the knife wound was different.
"Everyone, listen to me." Xia Fan raised his hands to signal everyone to be quiet. He then pointed to the wound on the heart and said, "The victim is a female, played by the camp staff. The knife wound happened to be in the chest, which is a relatively sensitive area. So when we examined the body, no one was willing to get too close to observe the details. After all, it would be suspicious to get too close.
"But I've looked carefully. The wound is slightly downward compared to the others, and the degree of expansion is slightly higher by 0.3 millimeters. Human muscle strength is different. If two people throw their right fists at the same time, if we slow down the movement and simulate the muscles, we'll find that the order of the muscle fibers exerting force is very different."
As Xia Fan spoke, he used his arms to mimic a stabbing motion. He wanted to prove to everyone that different heights, strength, and muscle strength were different. Even if they used the same motion, there would be a huge difference. The behavior could be simulated, but it could not be replicated to a hundred percent perfection.
Everyone at the scene fell into deep thought. Xia Fan was right. There were excellent imitators in the world, but not those who could perfectly imitate others.
Everyone remembered that Xia Fan had stared lecherously at the dead woman's voluptuous breasts for a long time. The other students did not do the same. After all, it was the camp staff who played the body. If they kept staring at her private parts, it would be awkward if they bumped into each other on the way back.
"My conclusion is that there are two murderers. Although the first one stabbed the victim violently, he didn't go too far and didn't intend to kill the victim. That's why everyone can see so many well-placed and precise cuts."
"After the first killer was done venting, he placed a phone on the table where the victim could reach it so that the victim would have a chance to call for help. The phone also had the killer's fingerprints, which was mentioned in the investigation report.
"It's a pity that after the first killer escaped the crime scene, the second one came. This guy was much more ruthless than the first one. He went straight up and killed the victim with one stab, then set up the scene."
Everyone was silent. Xia Fan had completely overturned Fu You and Leng Yun's previous conclusions. Fu You was a lazy person. He looked indifferent, leaning against the corner of the wall and scratching his neck.
Leng Yun was very angry and said in a deep voice, "Xia, this is all speculation! If you want to prove your conclusion, you need more evidence! "
Xia Fan said with a smile, "Where can I find more evidence? Even the blood in the simulation was pig's blood. The victim was also dressed as a camp staff. Look, the big sister is lying on the bed, panting. "
"Pfft!"
Xia Fan's words caused everyone to burst into laughter. The big sister who was lying on the bed pretending to be the victim couldn't hold it anymore. She laughed so hard that her stomach hurt. She simply got up from the bed. She was quite charming. Although there were crow's feet at the corner of her eyes, she was full of the charm of a mature woman. Her almond-shaped eyes were charming. Xia Fan didn't remember seeing her in the camp.
Xia Fan continued, "The simulation is like children playing house. Everyone should fully use their imagination and make deductions based on the current clues. There's no need to be so serious."
"If you are serious, when the scene was set up, the staff left a few hairs in the bathroom. In addition to the killer's fingerprints, there were also fingerprints left by the staff accidentally. The investigation report clearly said that there was blood on the switch of the fluorescent lights, but the staff forgot about it. How do you calculate this?"
"In such a simple environment, to be able to eliminate so many disturbances, it's already good enough that you can find something. If you ask me, the results of the simulation can't be taken into account at all. Ninety percent of the clues found in the simulation are wrong."
"In fact, I can provide many more clues about the double crimes, but I won't use them as evidence. I know that those were set up by the staff later on. There are too many interference factors. The only thing that can't be ignored is the wound. Because the wound was perfectly projected with laser technology, I can only make inferences based on the wound."
Leng Yun's face turned red at Xia Fan's words. He turned his head away indignantly. The others were stunned. Xia Fan had found so many traces left by the staff, but the others hadn't. Spirit Bird remembered that when Xia Fan pinched two hairs from the bathroom under the bloody bath towel, he shook his head. It turned out that he already knew that it was the staff's mistake.
Clap, clap, clap, clap!
Wang Jin applauded and said, "Wonderful, really wonderful! Now everyone should know why I didn't mention the points today, right? Because we, the technical department, know very well that the crime scene is just a simulation. There are many flaws in it, and it's not fair to use it as a basis for observation. "
"Xia Fan is right. The standard of our technical department's crime scene simulation is really worrying. Let's call it a day. Xia Fan found so many flaws, and my colleagues are probably hiding behind the scenes and blushing."
"Everyone did a good job! Keep up the good work in the future! "
The students dispersed, but the shock that Xia Fan brought them became the topic of discussion. Just as they were about to leave, Spirit Bird suddenly thought of something and asked Wang Jin, "Mr. Wang, you haven't told us the truth yet."
Wang Jin was stunned. He glanced at Xia Fan and said in a low voice, "Fo You's conclusion is fifty percent correct, and Xia Fan's conclusion is completely correct. I will send the relevant information to your email by tonight. If you have any questions, you are welcome to discuss it with the technical department."
When Leng Yun heard these words, he stopped in his tracks. His face felt as though it had been slapped twice. His face was burning with pain. A junior student and an intermediate student had ruthlessly destroyed the reputation of this big brother of the technical department. This made him very unhappy.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Xia Fan's smile as he humbly accepted his colleague's congratulations, and Fo You's careless and indifferent expression. Leng Yun could not suppress the anger in his heart.
Hmph!
With a cold snort, Leng Yun quickened his pace and left without looking back.
.....
The cruel elimination of the Blue Boil Training Camp never stopped. On one hand, the number of students who were kicked out of the camp was close to ten thousand, which made those who were still in the camp feel like there was a sharp blade on their backs. They worked hard, afraid that they would be the next to be eliminated.
On the other hand, the most outstanding students in the same batch stood out at an astonishing speed. Xia Fan, Spirit Bird, Yadong, Du Xue, Hei Bolong, Sanin, Browning, and Xiao Yixi. Six weeks after the camp opened, all of them were wearing dark blue intermediate uniforms.
It was a huge leap from junior to intermediate. There were hundreds of thousands of junior students in the camp, but there were only five thousand intermediate students and less than two thousand advanced students.
With fewer people, it was more convenient to manage and teach. However, Xia Fan's pace of life did not slow down at all. The four major departments were still arguing about which area Xia Fan should focus on. They could not decide on a direction, so Xia Fan had to learn everything.
Xia Fan had to participate in the combat department's lessons. He could not fall behind in the technical department's lessons. The investigation department had to bring him along for field training.
He had become the most special existence in the camp, living like an old bull. After one lesson, he would immediately rush to the next lesson.
"Xia Fan, I know him. He's my classmate."
"What do you study?"
"Biochemistry in the technical department."
"What a coincidence. I'm in disguise in the investigation department. I'm also Xia Fan's classmate."
"I'm in the combat department. Xia Fan is also my classmate."
That was the general concept of Xia Fan now. He learned everything, so he was classmates with everyone. It was as if he had seen everyone before.
Xia Fan was really annoyed. The studies of intermediate students were actually relatively easy. After all, there were specializations in different fields. Although they had to learn other things, they were limited.
Take Spirit Bird for example. As a member of the combat department, he had some technical knowledge, but his main homework was to hone his combat skills. In the future, when he arrived at the Special Task Force, he only needed to be able to shoulder the responsibility of combat and protect his colleagues.
Xia Fan, on the other hand, had to learn everything and practice everything. He did not even have a bit of time for himself. On the God's Mausoleum, there was really nothing to do under the dome. Apart from learning and training, there was nothing to do.
But this was a universal society. Living like an ascetic would drive Xia Fan crazy sooner or later.
Early in the morning, Xia Fan turned off his wristband communicator and left it in his room. He did not want to be annoyed by the incoming class notices.
He didn't wear a uniform, but a set of casual sportswear. He strolled out of the dormitory with his hands in his trouser pockets and his tongue slightly curled up to send out an overfrequency wave. He called a little squirrel from the woods behind the dormitory, then put the little guy on his shoulder and climbed up the mountain.
The view at the top of the mountain was good. Sitting on a big rock by the cliff, he could see the whole camp and the edge of the town in the distance.
"Come, let's eat."
Xia Fan took out a bag of butter roasted peanuts, opened it, and ate them one by one with the little squirrel.
Xia Fan found this little guy when he first arrived at the camp. He was abandoned by his mother and was very hungry, so he bravely climbed into the dumpster behind the dormitory. Xia Fan pitied him when he passed by and gave him some food every day. As time went by, they became closer.
Winter had passed, and there was more food in the forest. The little guy could survive on his own, but he was still used to waiting for Xia Fan's whistle every day, and Xia Fan was happy to have him as a companion.
Xia Fan stretched lazily and lay down on the rock, letting his body bask in the sunlight.
He heard the sound of someone going up the mountain in the distance. The footsteps were light, but Xia Fan did not think too much about it and continued to close his eyes.
"What are you doing here?" an old man asked curiously.
Xia Fan opened his eyes and saw an old man in plain clothes. He was not tall and looked ordinary. He was probably the logistics staff of the camp.
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