National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 947 - 883: Transfer

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound of knocking arose, Jiang Fujian clutched his phone, frantically scrolling through videos, acting as though he hadn’t heard anything.

He was now envying the dog at Jiang Fuzhen’s house again, deciding that once this affair was over—if he was still alive—he would get three dogs. Three black dogs. That way, even if the dogs couldn’t overcome others, at least they could detect filthy things.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Jiang Fujian..." The voice from outside came through the door, somewhat indistinct and yet feeling a bit familiar, sounding even more like some filthy thing.

Jiang Fujian scrolled through the videos even faster.

Knock, knock.

"Uncle Eleven!" Jiang Yuan shouted loudly.

Jiang Fujian jolted to his feet, hurriedly put down his phone, rushed to the door, peeked through the peephole, and then opened the door excitedly, "Jiang Yuan... I thought I was going to die... Thank goodness you came..."

At that moment, tears almost spilled from Jiang Fujian’s eyes. He had never encountered such difficulty in his life. Back in the countryside, as a youngster, he had his parents making decisions for him; as an adult, his wife made decisions for him. After divorcing... apart from the slight reluctance when dividing the house, he had never faced any real difficulties.

As for this new girlfriend of his, she wanted neither money nor property, nor did she have an ailing father, nor a brother who was about to get married. She actually fancied him, for who he himself was—a pure, pure horror story!

Out of a longing for true love, Jiang Fujian also worried that if there really was such an extraordinary woman in the world, who didn’t love money or property or chase after young attractive men, but liked him for who he was, if that was indeed the case...

Fortunately, the private detective found a loophole.

Jiang Fujian looked at Jiang Yuan, stuffed back the tears that almost burst forth, and asked, "Did you execute Wang Lin by firing squad?"

Jiang Yuan was taken aback by the question, "Uncle Eleven, Wang Lin is your girlfriend..."

"She killed so many people, doesn’t she deserve to be executed?" Jiang Fujian pressed Jiang Yuan for an answer.

Jiang Yuan hesitated, not able to assert any conclusion without investigation, and simply said, "It is not yet confirmed whether it was a suicide or homicide..."

Jiang Fujian: "It should be her doing, right?"

"Um..."

"If it was her, she should be executed by firing squad, right?" Jiang Fujian pursued the matter progressively.

"If it indeed was her... it depends on how many she killed..." Jiang Yuan was struggling to keep up.

Mu Zhiyang, who was beside them, said, "It could also be death by injection."

"Death by injection works too!" Jiang Fujian slapped his thigh, tears suddenly flowing out, "Ah, you don’t know what I’ve been through these past few days. I think, if she killed me at night, what would I do? If she chopped off my pecker first, letting me bleed to death, what would I do? If by chance she got a few people to carry me up to the rooftop and then throw me off, what should I do?"

"It’s not that serious, not that serious..." Jiang Yuan comforted Jiang Fujian some more, adding, "You don’t have to worry anymore, the investigation is underway. We will take another statement from you, and collect some personal items from Wang Lin..."

Because it was his own Uncle Eleven, Jiang Yuan personally came over... watching Meng Chengbiao take a statement from Uncle Eleven.

By the standards of the previous Poison Capture Net operation, this setup was already capable of capturing blue crystals.

A detailed statement was taken from Uncle Eleven, and at the same time, technicians from the criminal investigation department collected a complete set of Wang Lin’s hair, toothbrush, fingerprints, footprints, and so on.

After that, Jiang Yuan bid farewell and left.

Uncle Eleven, already properly dressed, picked up a bag and followed behind Jiang Yuan, saying, "Take me to your place."

"Ah?" Jiang Yuan looked at Uncle Eleven in surprise.

Uncle Eleven had had his fill of staying alone in a room, and without blushing or skipping a beat said, "I miss my brother; I’ll stay with him for a few days."

What could Jiang Yuan say? He just took Uncle Eleven with him home. That is, if Uncle Eleven dared to go out alone, he would have probably run straight to Jiang Yuan’s house already.

Sending someone over, officers like Mu Zhiyang naturally had to follow along.

A large group of officers lined up for the elevator, then stood outside the door of Jiang Yuan’s house, staring blankly at the signs "First-Class Meritorious Family", "First-Class Meritorious Family", "Second-Class Meritorious Family", "Second-Class Meritorious Family", "Third-Class Meritorious Family", "Third-Class Meritorious Family."

Jiang Fuzhen came out to greet them, "Come in and have some meat."

"No thanks, Uncle, we’re still on duty," Mu Zhiyang and the others quickly declined.

The savory aroma of meat wafted over.

"Brother, I’ll stay at your place for a couple of days," Uncle Eleven said, stepping in without hesitation, then grinned at the two Dobermans.

Jiang Yuan thought about it and said, "Now that you’re here, have something to eat first."

With that, Jiang Yuan invited his colleagues into the house and they all ate meat together.

When Jiang Fuzhen is home, there is always meat stewing in the pot.

Today, it’s beef that’s cooking, fresh from their own farm, slaughtered early in the morning and delivered, chosen from the finest cuts.

With Jiang Yuan’s invitation, everyone happily gathered around, only Wang Chuanxing and a few others had to flip open their laptops, eating meat while working...

Information from various quarters was also rapidly being relayed.

"Captain Jiang, the Changyang City Criminal Police Detachment has made a discovery," Wang Chuanxing reported in a low voice while gnawing on meat, speaking quietly enough that only Jiang Yuan could hear clearly.

"Uh-huh," Jiang Yuan acknowledged.

"Dummy tests have proven the victim was pushed from the 22nd floor," Wang Chuanxing spoke softly, his voice barely audible to Jiang Yuan.

"As long as there’s a case, that’s good. Make sure you bring her in, don’t let her get away," Jiang Yuan smiled. With the victim having been pushed over, it was at least a case. And Wang Lin, as an important party involved, even if not the murderer, was suspect enough.

In fact, since Wang Lin was already a key surveillance suspect, evidence provided by her WeChat messages, SMS, and phone calls was more than sufficient.

Of course, confirming there had been a homicide, that people had died, was also very important.

Jiang Yuan looked up at Uncle Eleven again, who was still clinging to the Dobermans, refusing to let go, as if by being at Jiang Fuzhen’s house he could let loose a little.

Wang Chuanxing passed down the orders, continuing to eat beef and gather more news.

Beside them, Mu Zhiyang answered a call, then said, "Captain Jiang, Beijing Bureau’s message: they’ve confirmed it was a homicide."

"Got it." Jiang Yuan was even more relieved.

Two murder cases—if ultimately confirmed—mounting a death penalty case wasn’t impossible.

"Captain Jiang. News from Qinghe City..."

Wang Chuanxing reported again, and Jiang Yuan just nodded slightly, exhaling a sigh, "This is already a province-wide manhunt."

"Do we issue a warrant?" inquired Wang Chuanxing, reading the situation.

"Just add her to the system," Jiang Yuan said, deciding not to bother too much and just ramp up the pressure.

"Captain Jiang, Jianjiang City has confirmed it as well."

"Captain Jiang, Wan Xiang City has confirmed."

"Liyuan City..."

One by one, the reports were compiled. Wang Lin and her team were gradually coming to the forefront.