National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 46 - Squatting,

Heading to the office at this time meant there would definitely be no food in the canteen.

It also wasn’t appropriate to go to the K9 unit to find the Rottweilers.

Working on fingerprints seemed easy but was actually a very mentally taxing task; without eating, one would soon become restless with hunger.

“You should drive instead, it’s not safe to ride your electric scooter at this time,” Jiang Fuzhen then pointed to the key cabinet.

Jiang Yuan hesitated for only two seconds, considering he was going to work on Ding Lan’s missing person case, and Ding Lan had been riding a bicycle…

He obediently opened the key cabinet and chose a key for a white G63.

Old man Jiang Fuzhen had no particular preference for cars, as long as they were tough, big, and sturdy.

By contrast, having just graduated from school, Jiang Yuan cared even less about vehicle brands and such.

It wasn’t until he parked in the county bureau’s parking lot and was observed by two colleagues who had joined at the same time as him, that he realized something.

“You guys haven’t finished work yet?” asked Jiang Yuan first.

The two looked at each other and smiled wryly, the one in front said, “It just got dark, why would we get off work?

Do you technicians have it that easy?”

“It’s busy when it’s busy,” Jiang Yuan felt it was unfair to let other technical police officers take the blame, adding, “Mainly I’m a forensic doctor, and it’s been okay these past few days.

Look, I’m back again.”

“So that means there really have been a lot of cases lately.” The two of them felt somewhat more balanced upon hearing this, then glanced at the big G behind Jiang Yuan and asked, “Yours?”

“It belongs to someone in the family,” Jiang Yuan couldn’t lie about this kind of thing.

The two of them clicked their tongues in envy once more.

“By the way, I brought some meat.

Heat it up and give it a try.

My dad made it,” Jiang Yuan said, taking out a food container from his backpack and handing it to them.

Jiang Fuzhen was extraordinarily generous when it came to sharing food; he had prepared enough boiled beef for Jiang Yuan’s colleagues as well.

An immediate brightness appeared in their eyes.

“I’ll go up first,” said Jiang Yuan with a wave of his hand, following the usual office route upstairs, where he saw almost all of the offices were lit, with varying numbers of people inside.

Some were working overtime writing reports, some on cases, some evading public grain duties, each with their own anxieties.

When Jiang Yuan first started working, he was reluctant to work overtime and didn’t have much overtime work to do, but now he fully understood everyone.

At the moment, it might be a crucial time to solve the Ding Lan case.

Wei Zhenguo was downstairs nibbling on pancakes, so naturally, Jiang Yuan couldn’t drop the ball either.

Considering Ding Lan might still be alive, Jiang Yuan had no choice but to press forward.

One could imagine that the officers working overtime, whether at this moment or on some other day, shared a similar or identical mindset to his.

Forensic office.

Turn on the computer, enter the password, spread out the boiled beef, arrange the white pancakes, pour some chili sauce and salty vegetables.

On the screen, several fingerprint charts unfolded.

Jiang Yuan meticulously reviewed them once, then confirmed them again.

Fingerprint work was extremely detailed, and the more crucial the moment, the more important it was to ensure accuracy.

After carefully comparing the fingerprints and quickly taking a couple of bites of beef, Jiang Yuan called Wei Zhenguo and said, “Tan Yong only left one fingerprint, on the handlebar of the bicycle.

This…

could be explained as an accidental touch.

Of course, if he’s strong enough, it could also have been used to move it.”

“That’s enough.

I’ll have a talk with him,” Wei Zhenguo’s voice came through the phone somberly.

Jiang Yuan responded with a “Hmm,” and reminded, “Just a fingerprint isn’t enough evidence.”

“I know, let’s stake out for two days and see what happens.”

“Shouldn’t we ask Captain Huang for reinforcements?”

“We don’t have any evidence yet, it’s hard for Captain Huang to provide support,” Wei Zhenguo stated clearly.

“I’ve called the brothers from Team Six to come help.”

Wei Zhenguo knew that if he had Jiang Yuan call Huang Qiangmin, then Captain Huang would most likely send support.

No need for anything else, just on account of the last murder case, an officer like Jiang Yuan was qualified to call for reinforcements from two teams.

However, so far, the Ding Lan case hadn’t really started to show itself.

Even though, in his view, Tan Yong was detestable and had great suspicion, working in criminal police for a long time one would know that these were still far from the core of the case.

Calling over the criminal officers from his own team, they would just barely have enough hands, it was just going to be a bit more difficult for everyone.

Wei Zhenguo merely adjusted his tone, and gave an extra reminder: “However, I haven’t told the brothers from Team Six what case I’m specifically investigating.

Doctor Jiang, you also be careful to keep it confidential, don’t notify anyone just yet.”

Jiang Yuan subconsciously acknowledged, then asked, “Are you worried about a leak?”

“In our small county town, there are a myriad of intricate relationships.

And Tan Yong works in a state-owned enterprise, if by chance he knows one or two well-informed people…

In any case, let’s keep it a secret for now, don’t tell anyone.

It’s the safest way.”

This was a lesson Wei Zhenguo had learned over many years as a county town criminal officer.

The ecological system in a county town was decidedly different from that of cities and even provincial capitals.

Due to its scale, it was larger and more complex than townships and villages, with deeper hidden personal relationships.

And the threat of criminal cases, even to the extent of capital punishment, was enough to activate every single relationship.

“Got it.

I understand,” Jiang Yuan knew the importance and responded again.

He thought for a moment, then said in a low voice, “If you’re sure about the scene, call me over.

I’m rather confident about crime scene investigations.”

“Good, no problem,” Wei Zhenguo felt oddly reassured.

At this moment, however, the image of his wife involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Shaking his head, Wei Zhenguo put away his hot phone, looked over at Mu Zhiyang beside him, and asked, “Any results?”

“Hmm…

During the crime, Tan Yong’s main job was to manage the construction of the slope protection for Ding Lan’s factory.

I just checked, the area and the volume of earthwork for this slope protection are substantial, if…

if someone wanted to bury something in there, it would be very hard to find,” Mu Zhiyang hid in the back seat of the car, covering his laptop with his clothing, not letting a sliver of light escape.

Wei Zhenguo didn’t follow Mu Zhiyang’s line of thought but instead questioned him further, “What about other things?

He couldn’t possibly stay on the construction site all the time, right?

Did he go home?”

“He probably went home.

The construction site only left color steel rooms for the workers,” Mu Zhiyang looked at Wei Zhenguo curiously and whispered, “Master, what if someone was buried in the slope protection?”

“If someone was buried, we have no evidence to dig it up now.”

“Ah…

so what do we do now?”

“Just keep watching,” Wei Zhenguo lifted his head, gazing toward the light in the 12th-floor apartment, his eyes squinting as if he were asleep.

Mu Zhiyang couldn’t help feeling disappointed, “Just keep watching?

That’s too…

too passive.”

Wei Zhenguo let out a sneer, too lazy to reply.

“In TV reports, when they talk about major cases, they’re always dealt with in a thunderous manner…” Mu Zhiyang said.

“Do you know why major cases require a thunderous approach?” Wei Zhenguo wrapped himself tighter in his coat, adjusting his position slightly.

Mu Zhiyang: “I don’t know.”

“Because the higher-ups set tight deadlines.

Three days, seven days…” Wei Zhenguo’s voice was soft as he said, “With time so tight, if they don’t use a thunderous approach, what else can they use?”

“This…”

“Our biggest advantage this time is that we have time.

Three years have passed, if she’s dead, she can wait.

If alive…” Wei Zhenguo continued faintly, “If alive, and assuming Tan Yong is the suspect, by watching him, Ding Lan could continue living.”

“Why?”

“To prevent him from killing someone to silence them, and then wait to see when he brings food for Ding Lan.”

Mu Zhiyang thought his master might be a bit delusional and couldn’t help but say, “It’s been three years.

Even if she’s alive, it’s impossible for him to bring food often, right?

Buying some biscuits or similar foodstuff, they can last a very long time.”

“He won’t store a lot of food,” Wei Zhenguo glanced at Mu Zhiyang, mentally muttering “young pup,” then said, “If he illegally detained Ding Lan, was it just to let her live off his biscuits?”