National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 224 - 224 216 Yuan Yutang

224: Chapter 216 Yuan Yutang 224: Chapter 216 Yuan Yutang Jianyuan Avenue.

The road was flanked by dense rows of tall trees and bamboo groves.

Behind the bamboo, there were countless small diners.

Company employees who didn’t wish to eat in the canteen wandered this street, like foraging antelopes, putting efforts into fattening themselves up.

Jiang Yuan and his group found a noodle shop and each ordered a bowl of noodles with three times the usual amount of braised beef, before sitting on the second floor, wearily enjoying the view outside the window.

The lush bamboo, roughly one and a half stories tall, formed a beautiful canopy of greenery, allowing speckles of sunlight to filter through.

The long tables in the little diner were oily and shiny but still reasonably clean, and the bowls for the noodles were quite characteristic—huge enough to fit a head inside, though tapering from wide at the top to narrow at the bottom, the actual serving size remained the same.

The brimming bowls of spicy oily noodles were shiny and red, tempting one’s appetite.

The braised beef topping the noodles had just the right mix of fat and lean, stewed to extreme tenderness.

The soup was a slightly salty thick broth, and the noodles were freshly kneaded thick strands.

They slurped their food with gusto.

A grueling five-hour scene investigation had drained them of their energy and physical strength for the day.

“It would be best if we could catch the person and recover the stolen goods at the same time, cleaning up the case neatly,” Huang Qiangmin finished his last bite of noodles, wiped his mouth, and started talking about the case again.

There weren’t many customers on the second floor, creating an even more relaxed atmosphere.

Jiang Yuan also put down his bowl and hummed in agreement, “That would indeed be best.”

Wu Jun chuckled and, interpreting his apprentice’s words, said, “Captain Huang, we can’t just think about the best-case scenario.”

“I know, I know…” Huang Qiangmin massaged his head and then frowned slightly, adding, “The key is still to find where the documents are.

If we can find the documents, that would relieve much of the problem.”

“Given Yuan Jiansheng’s intent, even if the documents are recovered, he still wants to know who got their hands on them and whose hands they’ve passed through,” said the slim scene investigator from Qinghe City, likely acting on instructions and demands from higher-ups.

Local police serve the locality—it’s unavoidable.

Even though Ningtai County is under Qinghe City’s jurisdiction, there’s still a gap between the county and the city when it comes to enterprises.

For Qinghe City Bureau, it’s truly imperative to ensure the successful stock market listing of a key company on the verge of going public.

Huang Qiangmin scoffed, “As if we’re counterespionage agents, caring about whose hands it passed through…

It would be good enough to find the documents.

If someone burned or lost them, that’s how it’ll be.

We have our limits—if we can’t manage, then we can’t.

All I can do is try my best to catch the people and find the items.

As for what happens in the middle, whether we can extract confessions or not, it’s up to fate.”

The slim scene investigator thought to himself, if you had no desires, why be here?

Fine words are easy to say, but when the leader calls, will you pick up or not?

However, he wasn’t part of the company nor was he in a position to command or supervise Huang Qiangmin’s actions.

Once he had made his thoughts clear, it was out of his hands how Huang Qiangmin would proceed.

Besides, Huang Qiangmin’s comments had eased their pressure.

Indeed, clarifying the intermediate steps was highly complex.

It wasn’t enough to extract a confession; they had to prove it.

If the documents had value, certain middle stages might only be known to the trading parties.

So what could they do?

If the documents were worthless to the thief and had been discarded outright, figuring out what happened during the disposal would be difficult to verify.

Panting, panting…

The chubby scene investigator, facing his second bowl of noodles, ate earnestly and joyfully, sweat beading on his forehead.

The slim scene investigator handed him a tissue, sighing, “No one’s fighting you for it, why eat so fast?”

“I’m afraid there won’t be anything to eat tonight,” the chubby investigator continued diligently, “I’d rather be full now than regret eating instant noodles later.”

“You knew you would have to work through the night?” asked the slim scene investigator.

“With cases like this, who doesn’t stay up late?” reasoned the chubby man convincingly.

As they were talking, a high-ranking executive from Jianyuan Company walked in.

He was smartly dressed in a suit and polished shoes, the epitome of a successful businessman, with not a hair out of place.

“What a coincidence,” the executive said with a warm smile.

Huang Qiangmin frowned, “Privately contacting the case officers is not good for you.”

The executive said earnestly, “Officer, I wanted to report some information.

It’s not appropriate to discuss it inside the company.

When Yuan Yutang was young, he was involved with the underworld.

He knows a lot of petty thieves.”

He was talking about Yuan Jiansheng’s third son, also a key player in the Jianyuan Company succession battle.

An especially lively individual.

Jiang Yuan remembered during the photo session, that man even made faces—a memorable impression.

Huang Qiangmin was noncommittal, “And then?”

“To be honest, someone like me would have to search online or ask friends to find a locksmith, or look in the old, rundown alleys.

But Yuan Yutang can not only find the local ones, he’s also familiar with those from other places—professional thieves, even hired thugs from other regions, he can find them all,” the executive stated earnestly.

“He used to be involved with the criminal underworld, and now he’s been called out by Yuan Jiansheng, but people don’t change,” he continued.

Huang Qiangmin hummed in acknowledgement and asked, “Where did you get this information?

Are we looking for professional thieves?”

“Captain Huang, aren’t you underestimating me?” said the middle-aged executive, giving a knowing look, then added, “Anyway, the third son has always been mischievous.

He’s from the generation that grew up watching ‘Young and Dangerous,’ and although he’s been better in recent years and being propped up by a bunch of old men aiming for power, he’s still the same at heart.

Resorting to such tactics—it could only be him.”