National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 892 - 830 Program

The makeup artist casually applied makeup on Jiang Yuan, tidied up his hair a bit, checked his clothes, rolled up a small bee microphone from inside his clothes, and clipped it on him as he stood on a stool.

Done with that, the makeup artist looked up at Jiang Yuan’s shoulders and said, "Being this tall, it would be tough to be a celebrity."

"Why?" Jiang Yuan asked, purely out of curiosity for knowledge.

"If they cast other people with you, they’ll be unhappy because if you share the stage with them, it would make everyone else look short. Look at Tom Cruise, and Kimura Takuya, the actors cast with them, unless they are special types, can’t be too tall... By the way, can you tell how tall they are?" The gossip heart of a makeup artist is stronger.

"My criteria for judging height is mainly based on footprints and bones, I haven’t really looked at their footprints carefully." Jiang Yuan recalled that since he gained his skills, he has been busy solving cases and rarely watched movies anymore.

The makeup artist felt a moment of regret and casually asked, "Bones? How do you look at bones?"

Jiang Yuan casually answered, "Generally, to look at bones, you put the corpse into a pot of hot water, boil it until the bones detach, scoop them out to dry, then weigh them, measure length, width, and other key indicators, then use regression equations..."

With a smile, the makeup artist sent Jiang Yuan out of the makeup room and immediately locked the door as soon as it closed.

Studio.

A space of several hundred square meters, most of which was occupied by equipment and staff. The central area was lit up brightly, highlighting each detail of the 12 celebrity guests.

Today, the program being recorded was a talk show interview called "Mela’s Show," hosted by Dama’s top host, Mela. It invited second-tier actors from a currently-showing movie for promotional purposes, so everyone had their needs met, and chatting and playing games was quite enjoyable.

Jiang Yuan was part of the game, quietly waiting off-stage, in no rush.

He had no expectations or illusions about the entertainment industry; he didn’t recognize most of the domestic popular celebrities thoroughly, let alone know any of Dama’s local second-tier celebrities. So, listening to their awkward chats was quite calming to him.

After a while, a staff member came over and signaled that Jiang Yuan could go on stage.

Jiang Yuan then followed him to the side of the stage, where another staff member stopped him, tapped their earpiece to indicate they were waiting for commands.

TV station’s program teams are all operated in such a foolproof manner, ensuring every step is controllable. Simply put, it’s to avoid confusing those with less clarity of mind, which could affect filming. And indeed, the necessity of doing so has been proven as sometimes additional staff are required to manage the overwhelming number.

"Next, we’re going to play a little game. Bino, you have been caught wearing height-increasing shoes before. Are you wearing them today?" Mela started with a younger actor, setting up for the rest of the show.

He is a top host, and while he couldn’t sacrifice all the actors in this movie crew, picking a few was not a problem. The show needs to have exciting highlights to continue thriving.

Bino is just under 180cm tall and often likes small tricks; it wasn’t his first or second time being exposed. Now hearing Mela say this, Bino secretly felt alarmed but replied calmly, "Today I’m wearing normal shoes. The height-increasing shoes were just a random pair I grabbed from my shoe closet, just happened to have a thicker sole."

"Haha, I was just waiting for you to say that, okay, next, we’re going to check." Mela giggled pulling Bino along.

"What are you going to do?" Bino resisted mockingly a couple of times, just for show, like Mela thought, he wasn’t opposed to being sacrificed, being a little celebrity himself, becoming a highlight of the show wouldn’t hurt his already imperfect persona much.

"What do you think?" Mela giggled.

"If you really need me to take off my shoes, I hope someone gentle helps me..." Bino sought to add a sense of variety show style.

Mela cooperated with a laugh and said, "You guessed wrong, we don’t need you to take off your shoes this time, come on, bring in the props..."

While speaking, several staff dragged an air cushion as big as two beds to the center of the stage.

The middle of the air cushion was filled with sand, quite thick.

The program team had also had Jiang Yuan test this before, and they were also afraid of Jiang Yuan failing—the tricks like the thickness of the sand that ordinary people wouldn’t care about, but could cheat, were all maxed out by them.

Bino looked at the sand in the middle of the venue, puzzled, and whispered, "You guys aren’t going to use some brutal method to interrogate me, are you?"

"It’s much simpler than that. Next, I want you to walk from one end of the sand to the other," Mela instructed Bino.

Bino hesitated and walked to the edge of the sandpit: "Should I take off my shoes?"

"No need." Mela signaled Bino to start walking and continued, "I’m sure everyone, like Bino, has many questions they want to ask. Let’s unveil the mystery. Today, we have specially invited a forensic expert from China, Officer Jiang Yuan. Officer Jiang Yuan was the chief forensic officer in the recent high-profile murder case of the internet celebrity Mrs. Aziza, as well as the rooftop homicide case..."

After Mela finished introducing, Bino had also walked across the sandpit, leaving a trail of footprints.

"Counting down three, two, one." The staff signaled to Jiang Yuan and stretched out three fingers, counting down the time backward.

As soon as he finished counting, Jiang Yuan stepped onto the stage.

"Welcome Forensic Expert Jiang Yuan..." Mela clapped her hands and then said in an interview style, "Forensic Expert Jiang Yuan, I heard you can determine a person’s height by looking at their footprints, and according to this you have solved many famous cases, including the recent internet celebrity murder case and the rooftop murder case in Dama, is that correct?"

"Yes," Jiang Yuan nodded.

"Could you tell us about it?"

Jiang Yuan, not shy at all, was here to participate in the show with no particular desire, and simply out of cooperation, he casually said, "Well, the core is to determine their height and weight based on the center of gravity of the footprint, walking pattern, etc."

"That sounds very impressive. And you speak Malay very well, Forensic Expert Jiang Yuan, did you study it specifically?" Mela interrupted Jiang Yuan, starting a new topic.

Jiang Yuan naturally followed the host’s lead and said a few complimentary words.

The audience below applauded.

"Mela’s Show" invited a small number of fans as the audience for the atmosphere, but no photography or filming was allowed.

The actors present were also curious looking at Jiang Yuan.

Mela prepared a bit and asked, "Jiang Yuan, shall we do a test first? Regarding the sandpit in front of us, can you determine the height of the person who made these footprints? OK, let’s give Jiang Yuan some time..."

"176 centimeters." Jiang Yuan answered without hesitation.

"That was quick?" Mela looked at Jiang Yuan somewhat surprised.

"Yes." Jiang Yuan smiled. This difficulty was too low for him, even Level 1 Skills in Footprint Identification were enough. Due to the show, he didn’t even report the shoe height.

Although Mela didn’t understand the technical details, he was highly skilled in controlling the show and began by smiling at the camera, "Let me clarify, we did not tell Jiang Yuan the answer in advance. So... Bino, is Jiang Yuan correct?"

Bino had figured it out already, relaxed now, and said, "176 is my barefoot height, I really haven’t told anyone."

"Shush..." The audience booed.

"No worries, we can do another test." Mela shifted the focus back to Jiang Yuan, extending his hand and smiling, "How about we invite a few audience members to come up for a test?"

The fans in the audience quickly became excited.

This was considered an interesting interaction.

Mela turned her head to look at Jiang Yuan, pretending to ask, "Mr. Jiang Yuan, no problem, right?"

"No problem," Jiang Yuan nodded in agreement.