After confirming that the guest in front of him was also a victim of the Brand Eye, Fan Ren became increasingly curious about the cause of her death.

He expected to use his psychic physique to see the last scene of his guest, which might provide useful clues to his adoptive father, allowing him to solve the case as soon as possible and stay away from incidents related to the Brand Eye.

Picking up the sharp instrument at hand, Fan Ren began to dissect the guest. His psychic ability allowed him to see how the other person died, but he could not be 100% sure of the cause of death and had to use the autopsy results to prove it.

"To testify for the deceased, justice will be done."

This is what Fan Ren's forensic teacher once said when he was in college.

It is the forensic doctor's ability and responsibility to make the corpse speak. To restore the truth as much as possible and not let go of any clues is the greatest respect for the deceased.

The sharp blade reflecting light easily cut open the customer's chest, abdomen, and pelvic cavity.

The organs that had lost their activity and temperature were exposed in front of him, and Fan Ren couldn't help but frown, because the stench passed through the defense line of the mask and entered his nasal cavity.

The guest's internal organs were in a state of decay and were dark in color, but there were no signs of rupture. It was obvious that the death was not caused by trauma to the trunk and internal organs.

His eyes fell on the other person's hair like withered grass. Fan Ren raised the guest's head and touched the back of his head. The scars on his hands made him pause.

With the help of a cold light, Fan Ren saw a dark bloody scab on the back of his head, covering a huge wound.

The wound was extremely horrific, four centimeters long, like a centipede.

Seeing the black and purple blood stasis under the scalp, Fan Ren understood that this poor woman had been hit hard by the murderer with a hard object, causing her skull to be broken and causing massive intracranial bleeding to death.

The cause of death is basically determined. Fan Ren must leave it to Huangshan for more detailed work and judgment. As a newcomer, he cannot cross the limit. He must clearly understand his identity.

After finishing the necessary aftermath and recording the findings in his notebook, Fan Ren took off his blood-stained rubber gloves and then touched the woman's pale, cold skin on the autopsy table with his slender fingers.

As an electric shock-like feeling spread to his mind, Fan Ren saw a hideous mask with a grimace, a green face, fangs, and horns, giving him a sense of unreality.

"Why should you choose me? We have no grievances at all..." Fan Ren shuddered and kept retreating.

"If I'm to blame, it's because you got something you didn't deserve and still refused to cooperate." A dull man's voice came from under the mask.

Immediately afterwards, an iron rod struck hard with a sound of breaking through the air. On the back of the hand holding the iron rod, there was a beautiful eye tattooed on it!

After screaming in surprise, Fan Ren exited the victim's perspective.

As he expected, both the perpetrator and the victim were related to the Branded Eye. The scene just now seemed to be in the wilderness, and it must have been the first crime scene.

Not only that, the color of the eye Fan Ren saw was cyan, just like the color of the mask of the assailant man.

Questions were like bubbles in boiling water, constantly pouring out of Fan Ren's heart.

The thing he didn’t deserve was the Branded Eye? That’s why he cut off his right hand that was covered with tattoos.

So what are the benefits? Killing people pathologically to satisfy their own hobbies?

Or does the Eye of Brand have other uses? Fan Ren suddenly thought of the word seed that a tough man once said.

Pondering without clues can only be a castle in the air. Soon, after getting no useful clues, he gave up his aimless conjecture.

After settling the guests, Fan Ren opened the door and walked to Anatomy Room No. 1.

...

...

At night, Fan Ren returned home with a tired look on his face.

Today's workload is far greater than imagined. A total of four victims are involved in this serial murder case.

As usual, Lao Fan is still working overtime in the bureau. Perhaps he should continue to persuade him to stay away from this deep case as much as possible.

Fan Ren rinsed himself quickly and lay down directly on the bed.

When he was working overtime, he had already had dinner, and the taste was very average, completely incomparable to the one at Lao Wang's house at the door.

After stretching his muscles, Fan Ren opened the Brand Eye app on his phone, clicked on the personal situation option, and began to count his gains.

[The Chosen One: Fan Ren]

[Level: Purple 800/1000 experience]

[Personal panel values: Intelligence 7, Strength 5, Speed ​​4, Mental Power 8]

[Props: None. Backpack location: 0/5]

[Points:1000]

[Sanity value: 90%]

In general, except for equal orders and integrals, nothing else has changed.

The experience value of the same level soared by 800. Fan Ren suspected that it was because he had deduced the entire process that he could gain so much experience value.

As for the concept of points, he was not very clear, so Fan Ren thought of tough men again.

When you open the chat software, there will be a red dot next to the friend, showing the word 2.

He became confused. He should have only given contact information to tough men recently, so how could two new friends add him?

Without thinking much, out of obsessive-compulsive disorder, Fan Ren clicked on the red dot, and there were a total of two verification messages.

"Branded Eyes, Werewolf Killing."

"Brother forensic doctor, I am Fatty Wang."

The first one was obviously sent by a tough man.

When he saw the second message, Fan Ren almost smashed his phone. How could Fatty Wang have his contact information?

The ghost lingered, and only these four words popped up in Fan Ren's mind. He quickly figured out that it must have been shared by Lao Fan.

The first verification was passed quickly, and after a moment of hesitation, the second verification was also passed.

"Sorry, something was delayed, so I just passed it now." Fan Ren quickly typed a message in the chat box and then sent it.

A few seconds later, the tough man replied: "It's okay, what do you call me?"

Fan Ren: "Call me forensic doctor, what about you?"

Tough man: "Young Master."

"..."

Young Master: "What do you want to ask?"

Fan Ren: "After the mission in the Cursed Land is completed, is there a distribution mechanism according to work? Whoever contributes more will get more points and experience points?"

Young Master: "Well, this werewolf killing mission is basically done by you alone, so you will account for the majority of it."

Fan Ren: "I have a thousand points, should I save them, or go to the mall to exchange for something first? Is there any place I can recommend to redeem them that is reasonably cost-effective within a thousand points?"

Young Master: "There are so many. My suggestion is to save them first. One thousand points is a lot for ordinary people. Under normal circumstances, you must exchange for something that can be used, but you cannot exchange for too powerful props.

For a smart person like you, these thousand points are easy to earn, so it is best to save them first and exchange them for more powerful props to cope with future tasks."

"Oh, by the way, if you are really short of money, you can also use these points to exchange for real-world currency. The Eye of Brand will help you erase all traces without touching the legal red line."

Seeing a bunch of messages sent by the other party, Fan Ren thought about it for about ten seconds and thought it made sense. As for exchanging currency, he didn't have much idea, as long as the money was enough to spend.

Thinking about it, Fan Ren sent another message: "There has been a suspected serial murder involving the Eye of Brand recently. The perpetrator chopped off all the victim's right hands. Do you know the relevant information?"

This time, the young master did not reply immediately, but while waiting, Fatty Wang sent a message:

"Brother forensic doctor, would you like to come out for a late-night snack when you have time? I have to repay you for your life-saving grace."

With a beep, the young master sent a message at this moment. Fan Ren did not reply to Fatty Wang immediately, but clicked on the message just sent by the young master:

"I don't know, but you'd better not have too close contact with the chosen ones in the real world. Especially the high-level ones, because these high-level chosen ones have experienced too many tasks and have long ignored life. Most of them

They are all murderous and psychologically twisted people."

Fan Ren thought about the sanity value: "What about the sanity value?"

Young Master: "I don't know much about this. My level is not high enough and I am not qualified to obtain relevant information. But this has a lot to do with the branded eyes on the back of our hands.

You just need to remember that it must be kept above 50%, otherwise, you will fall into endless madness and chaos, and may even transform into a monster."

Looking at the message on the screen, Fan Ren frowned and did not continue to ask any more questions. He opened the message box with Fatty Wang:

"Work overtime, let's talk about it later."
Chapter completed!