In Hong Kong variety shows, what does "crime buster" mean?

The roads in the countryside of Yuen Long get narrower and narrower, with trees on both sides blocking out the sun completely.

Chen Fan drove to the foot of a remote, desolate mountain and then walked uphill.

The road was difficult to walk on; gravel and dead branches crunched underfoot.

About ten minutes later, the path in front of us suddenly opened up.

Several shacks built of sheet metal and wooden planks were crammed together crookedly, looking as if they might collapse at any moment.

"Boss Chen!"

Wang Jianyun, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately came over to greet him when he appeared.

"The person is inside."

"Um."

Chen Fan nodded slightly and followed them into the dormitory.

Wang Jianjun turned and led the way, bypassing two piles of abandoned building materials, and stopped in front of a slightly larger hut.

The subordinate standing guard pushed open the door, revealing the scene inside the room.

The space was small, with empty cans and mineral water bottles scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with a mixture of musty and rusty smells.

And right in the center was a dog cage.

Magellan was curled up inside.

His white coat was gone, leaving him in only a wrinkled shirt with one sleeve torn, revealing his hairy arm.

His gold-rimmed glasses were gone, his hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and he looked completely different from the kind-smiling hospital director on TV.

Chen Fan walked to the cage and squatted down.

"Dean Magellan, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The man in the cage raised his head, his eyes filled with fear and anger.

But after seeing Chen Fan's clothes and demeanor, he quickly judged that this was a person who could make decisions, and immediately said in Cantonese with an English accent:

"How much do you want? Name your price, we'll give you whatever it takes."

His voice was hoarse, but he tried to remain calm. "I have many friends in Hong Kong. As long as you don't hurt me, money is not a problem."

Chen Fan didn't respond, but just watched quietly.

Magellan felt a little uncomfortable, swallowed hard, and continued, "One million? Five million? Ten million? Name your price, I'll have someone deliver it. If you don't call the police, we'll pretend nothing happened."

"I don't want money."

Chen Fan gently shook his head. "I want to ask Dean Magellan a few questions."

"You...you tell me!"

Magellan's heart pounded; things were developing in the direction he least wanted to see.

I don't care about money... I care about my life.

When did the St. Mary's Hospital start selling human organs?

Chen Fan's voice was very soft, but to Magellan it was like a thunderclap.

Several people, including Wang Jianjun, were stunned at first, then their faces turned furious.

"Scumbag!!"

"Damn it, I should have taught you a lesson earlier!"

"Shut up, all of you!"

Wang Jianjun snapped at them, interrupting their conversation.

This group of people had just arrived in the port city and hadn't done anything wrong yet; their sense of justice hadn't been extinguished.

"I don't know what you're talking about. St. Mary's Hospital is a charity; we provide free services to orphanages and nursing homes every year—"

Magellan tried hard to maintain his expression, feigning confusion.

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Fan had already stood up, too lazy to listen to another word.

He turned to look at Wang Jianjun.

"Is there any way to get him to talk?"

Wang Jianjun didn't answer, but looked behind him.

A young man with a buzz cut and a bluish chin came over. He wasn't carrying any tools, but his eyes sent a chill down Magellan's spine in the cage.

"I'll do it."

As the young man spoke, he opened the cage door.

Magellan shrank desperately into the corner of the cage, his back pressed against the cold iron bars, shouting repeatedly, "You can't do this! I'm a British citizen! I have diplomatic immunity—"

The young man ignored him, bent down and crawled inside, grabbed Magellan by the collar with one hand, and dragged him out of the cage.

Magellan lay on the ground, trembling all over.

The young man squatted down, pulled an inconspicuous folding knife from his waist, and twirled it in his hand.

Instead of acting rashly, he slowly rolled up Magellan's left sleeve, exposing his forearm.

"What are you trying to do?!"

Magellan's voice had completely changed, "No—don't—I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"

The young man seemed not to hear, the blade gliding along the skin of his forearm, slowly slicing upwards from his wrist.

It wasn't deep, just enough to break the skin, and a string of fine beads of blood oozed out.

Magellan's screams echoed through the hut, but the nearest village was several miles away, and no one would hear him even if he screamed his lungs out.

The knife tip grazed the elbow joint, paused for a moment, and then changed direction.

The young man does things at a leisurely pace, as if he were creating a work of art.

Less than ten minutes.

Magellan was like a fish thrown ashore, lying on the ground, panting heavily.

His lips were trembling, his teeth were chattering, and his face was covered in tears and snot.

"I'll say... I'll tell you everything..."

"Wouldn't it have been better to cooperate like this earlier?"

Chen Fan squatted down in front of him. "Continuing with the previous question, when did you start this business?"

"Ten...fifteen years ago!"

Magellan glanced down at his arm; half of the skin on his forearm had vanished, leaving flesh exposed to the air, and every second was accompanied by an intense, stinging pain.

"I didn't do those things, you have to believe me!"

"Oh? You know I don't want to hear this. If you keep spouting nonsense, you'll lose more skin than this next time."

"You demon...you demon, I'll talk!"

"My job is to... liaise with overseas clients."

The operating room below the hospital has a complete set of equipment for removal and preservation.

Some people are responsible for finding donors, some for the surgery, some for transportation... I only take care of the clients.

Where do donors come from?

Magellan hesitated for a moment. The young man subtly twirled the knife in his hand, and Magellan immediately cried out as if electrocuted, "The orphanage, all sorts of patients, and some...some people who smuggled themselves in from the mainland, nobody cares about their disappearances!"

"How many did you handle?"

"I...I can't remember...there are many...it happens every year..."

"Anything else? Continue!"

"This matter... involves too many people. You're not an ordinary person, are you? Are you a police officer? Or something else? I advise you not to meddle. You can't afford to offend the people involved."

Before Chen Fan could speak, the young man rushed over and gently pried Magellan's little finger apart.

click-

Before Magellan's scream had even faded, the young man had already gripped the ring finger.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"

"Besides St. Mary's Hospital, are there any other similar places in the port city?"

"Yes, but I don't know where. We never keep in touch."

"What about those funds?"

"The funds... part of the funds were sent to an anonymous account at a Swiss bank, and part remained in the port city."

"Who received what remained in the port city?"

"I don't know who it is, and these matters are not under my jurisdiction. However, if you want to know, you can go to someone in the police force."

"Who?"

"Senior Superintendent Hou Shaorong!"

"There's another question. Did you kill someone who went to the hospital to investigate the night before last?"

"You...so he was your accomplice. I didn't know beforehand; it was one of my men who did it."

So, is Chan Kwok-pong really dead?