National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 222 - 222 114 Jianyuan Family Courtyard

222: Chapter 114 Jianyuan Family Courtyard 222: Chapter 114 Jianyuan Family Courtyard Qinghe City.

Jianyuan Family Courtyard.

Behind the two six-story buildings, there is a sinuous path that stretches for a kilometer.

Several villas are hidden among them, all grand stand-alone houses in the bold style.

Seated in the front row of the electric cart, Huang Qiangmin turned his head and whispered, “These villas are all built by Jianyuan themselves, the small western-style buildings in front are dormitories for the company’s key technical personnel, and the villas in the back are for experts and general managers, the Jianyuan CEO’s family also lives around here.”

“What about the property management?” Jiang Yuan glanced at the young man driving the electric cart.

The presence of a young property manager indicated good quality.

“Jianyuan’s own property management company.

They’ve also developed real estate in the city.”

“Then the surveillance here must be quite comprehensive.”

Huang Qiangmin shook his head slightly and said, “The CEO of Jianyuan doesn’t like installing surveillance in the residential community.”

Jiang Yuan and Wu Jun looked at each other, speechless.

Burglaries are actually not easy to solve; the murder case Jiang Yuan had just worked on in Longli County was essentially a burglary too.

The CEO of Jianyuan had made special arrangements to control the spread of information, which only added to the difficulty of the case.

Not to mention anything else, but a thorough investigation was the first thing to be ruled out.

The electric cart journey took several minutes, fully demonstrating the concept of a winding, secluded path.

Moreover, unlike typical commercial villa communities, the villas in Jianyuan’s self-built community are quite spaced apart, with roads wider than average – each villa separated by trees, bamboo, and shrubs, along with some low walls, all of which provided utmost privacy.

However, the total area was still not large.

And it seemed that only half the villas were occupied.

“Not fully occupied?

I see many villas are empty?” This time, Jiang Yuan directly asked the young driver.

“Right, these villas don’t have property rights, they are only for living; some people don’t like it much and after living here for a while, they move out.

The company usually reserves them for a while, and if they’re still vacant, they’ll take them back until next time for redistribution,” the driver said, pausing before adding, “Many residents here move away after a few years.”

Basically, it was still like a dormitory, yet with better conditions and more suitable for older employees with families.

Upon further consideration, it indicated that Jianyuan must provide quite generous compensation to its senior employees; otherwise, they would have preferred to live in these villas.

“So if one leaves the company, they must move out, correct?” Jiang Yuan asked again.

“Yes.”

“Is the turnover rate high?”

“I can’t really say,” the clever young driver responded.

Jiang Yuan smiled; looking at the family courtyard, the inner circle of Jianyuan’s senior management was quite interesting indeed.

Jiang Yuan kept observing.

From what he saw, it would take a normal person some time to walk within such a community; it would definitely take ten minutes, or even a quarter of an hour, to reach a villa’s doorstep.

But if one ignored these natural and semi-natural barriers and chose a straight path, bringing over a parkour enthusiast could mean getting out of the community in two or three minutes.

The only real obstacles in the area were the low walls.

Schrubs or bamboo thickets could obscure the view, but they couldn’t stop someone.

Of course, this meant one might get their clothes dirty or even torn, and scratches on the skin were also a possibility.

On the other hand, one couldn’t carry too much or too heavy items.

With various thoughts in mind, Jiang Yuan arrived at the grandest mansion deep inside the community.

Upon entering, he saw a gathering of twenty to thirty people in the yard.

Old and young, men and women, some were chatting in suits and shirts, while others were indulging in their laptops or phones alone.

The one center-stage, surrounded by many, must be Yuan Jiansheng.

Noticing Huang Qiangmin and Jiang Yuan after being prompted, he immediately stood up to greet them.

“Mr.

Yuan, hello,” Huang Qiangmin said in a neither servile nor overbearing manner.

He had come in his police uniform, which aimed to limit the spread of news, facilitating the listing work of key local enterprises.

Any further concessions were unacceptable to Huang Qiangmin.

“Captain Huang, thank you for your hard work,” Yuan Jiansheng said, looking like a boss yet speaking quite modestly, “Seeing you come brings me some relief.

I have already asked my family to move out of their rooms.

Have a look around and tell me if you need anything else from us.”

Huang Qiangmin looked towards Jiang Yuan.

“This must be Officer Jiang Yuan,” Yuan Jiansheng said as he shook hands with Jiang Yuan, “I’ve heard from friends that you are the pinnacle of Qinghe City’s criminal investigation field.

Please, I entrust this case to you.”

Dozens of people at the scene turned to look at Jiang Yuan in an instant.

Jiang Yuan was still a bit unused to this, as people generally wouldn’t take the initiative to shake hands with a forensic doctor.

This company executive had something special about him.

And he had a way with words.

Jiang Yuan even felt slightly embarrassed and said, “I have some accomplishments, but they’re not through the roof or anything.”

“That’s the general consensus now.

Like the chief of the Qinghe Bureau, even now when he speaks, he says Officer Jiang is a miracle in the police force…

‘Through the roof’ is what a friend from the provincial department said.

They said that cases that others find impossible become child’s play in your hands…” Yuan Jiansheng praised Jiang Yuan while also flaunting his own extensive connections.

Jiang Yuan was even more surprised.

He had never met the chief of the Qinghe Bureau face to face, and he had no idea who the provincial department was referring to.

At the same time, Yuan Jiansheng didn’t leave Huang Qiangmin and Wu Jun out, turning his head and with a few words made them unable to resist smiling.

He was an expert at speaking, once convincing a man to fork out millions for him in just three sentences.

If this listing was successful, he could make a hundred thousand men and a hundred thousand women blush and moan with the softest of voices.

“Let’s go take a look at the scene first.

Have the investigation equipments been brought over?” Jiang Yuan asked Huang Qiangmin.

“They’ve been placed inside the door,” said Huang Qiangmin, before adding, “There are two technicians from the Qinghe City Bureau inside to assist you.”

Jiang Yuan glanced around at everyone, knowing that these people were likely to be Yuan Jiansheng’s suspects, otherwise they wouldn’t have been gathered in the courtyard, no longer working.

The possible theft in the study of an executive about to take his company public would naturally lead to considering acquaintances as the culprits, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Jiang Yuan would do the same.

“Let me take a photo of everyone,” Jiang Yuan said, turning around before entering the door.

He took out his phone and clicked away, taking several photos.

Some who wanted to dodge couldn’t manage to do so.

Of course, most knew it was futile to try.

Jiang Yuan did it just in case someone had an ’emergency’ that necessitated leaving, which would change the list of names.

Such things had happened before.

Yuan Jiansheng, as a major figure, could call 30 people over without issue.

But keeping an eye on 30 people was actually quite difficult, and if someone quietly slipped away after a quick word, they could easily be left off the list.

Wu Jun followed Jiang Yuan into the grand house.

As soon as the door opened, the sight that greeted them was a beautiful shadow wall, a dozen boxes, and two surveyors, all placed there.

The two scene surveyors from the Qinghe City Bureau—one skinny, around 50 years old, who Jiang Yuan had met once; the other chubby, in his early twenties, slightly older than Jiang Yuan—clearly had an apprentice-master dynamic similar to that between Jiang Yuan and Wu Jun.

After mutual greetings and brief exchanges,

Jiang Yuan’s reputation had spread throughout Qinghe City in the past six months, and the recent reservoir drowning case, which was managed by the Qinghe City Bureau, had just concluded not long ago.

Therefore, even though they had not chatted privately, the forensic technicians from the Qinghe City Bureau were very familiar with Jiang Yuan.

The two were sent by the city bureau to assist Jiang Yuan, so there was no competitive tension; instead, they were all business.

Jiang Yuan checked the investigation boxes again and each carrying a box, headed straight for the study.

Passing through the living room, they saw the dazzling sunlight shining down on a pair of double helix staircases that stretched from the bottom to the top, impressive in their grandeur.

“Now, this is what you call a house.” The twenty-something chubby surveyor was full of envy and turned to ask, “Master, have you ever seen a house like this before?”

“I have, also in this European style, four stories high, several thousand square meters.

Four people died in one go there, and the blood flowed down from the second-floor staircase, creating a blood-stained stairway…” the skinny surveyor reminisced leisurely.

The chubby surveyor trembled, his envy instantly vanishing.

The skinny surveyor then looked at Wu Jun and joked, “You rarely come to scenes without a dead body, right?

I know Jiang Yuan often runs to other scenes.”

“It’s about the same for me,” said Wu Jun, very calmly, “Sometimes, after I collect the bodies, I still have to inspect the scene, right?

The ones where there’s little or no bleeding, after the bodies are removed, it’s the same thing.

Wearing a talisman of Lord Guan, or a Bodhisattva, or a cross, they all work…”

The first half was fine, but the second half once more stunned the chubby surveyor.

“What happens if you don’t wear one?” the chubby surveyor asked.

“Nothing much, I just sometimes have bad dreams, like waking up from a pool of blood, and sometimes I can even feel my mouth filled with blood, sticky all over.

The scariest is getting up and finding myself surrounded by bodies, some even dissected, and when I finally look at the faces, they’re often people I know…

Wearing a talisman of Lord Guan stops all that.” Wu Jun’s tone was light.

The chubby surveyor swallowed hard and unconsciously touched his own chest.

Jiang Yuan couldn’t help but touch his pocket too.

Before he left, he had given his master half a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, and his master had given him a carved bamboo talisman of Lord Guan in return.