National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 225 - 225 216 Yuan Yutang_2

225: Chapter 216 Yuan Yutang_2 225: Chapter 216 Yuan Yutang_2 “Alright, we’ve received your message,” Huang Qiangmin pulled out a notebook to record the statement, jotting it down.

After all, having information to note was better than having none at all.

The middle-aged executive felt he hadn’t achieved the effect he expected, but without saying more, he nodded and left, chest puffed and head held high.

Once downstairs, he even patted his trousers.

Contemplating the bunch of poor cops, he figured this was probably the only kind of restaurant they could afford.

The chubby crime scene investigator had put down his chopsticks at the arrival of the visitors, and now he craned his neck to peer through the glass at the man’s actions, asking rather oddly, “Have we gotten wrapped up in a family feud drama?”

“Hardly.

It’s just a public company, with a mere scale of tens of billions…,” the slender investigator began, clicking his tongue twice in resignation, “If it were mine, I wouldn’t be content either.

Why should someone born just a few years earlier inherit a fortune of over ten billion, while the rest of the brothers have to live in his shadow…”

The chubby investigator looked up with his triple chin and asked, “So, speaking of which, does that make the third brother really suspicious, could he be the one who had someone steal the documents?”

As the Master, and the older and more sensitive of the two, the slender forensic doctor did not make a sound but smiled and looked towards Huang Qiangmin and Jiang Yuan and the others.

This case was merely for them to assist with.

If it was solved, they were good assistants.

If not, they were still assistants.

Huang Qiangmin also had his doubts and asked Jiang Yuandao, “What do you think?”

“I don’t know,” Jiang replied directly, “Our current evidence is substantial, just follow the evidence and that will do.”

Huang Qiangmin and Wu Jun unconsciously nodded along.

It wasn’t that they fully agreed with Jiang Yuan’s method, but after working together for so long, Jiang’s work style and efficiency in solving cases were well recognized.

Huang Qiangmin himself wouldn’t even consider taking on the case if it meant solving it on his own.

Of course, if it weren’t for Jiang Yuan, as the captain of the detective brigade in a remote county, he would not have had access to such a case.

The Qinghe City Bureau likely wanted to avoid assuming responsibility, considering conflict of interest, but overall, their final decision was based on their recognition of Jiang Yuan’s capabilities.

After all, the main objective that could be voiced by the primary authority was to solve the case and recover the lost property, while maintaining confidentiality to a certain extent would be ideal.

“Let’s go.

Time to work,” Huang Qiangmin called out, and the group headed downstairs to the street-level police station.

There, with access to the internal network and having downloaded the required software, they could compare fingerprints in the advanced database.

Otherwise, using only a mobile phone or regular internet, one could only check the basic database.

Jiang Yuan had a computer and thus went to work on fingerprint analysis by himself.

The two crime scene investigators took various lists sent over by the bureau and began sorting through them; if a check was necessary, they needed to establish a scope.

Although examining the lists was not the best approach, for such cases, there were only so many routes to take.

Wu Jun just brewed a cup of tea, watching Huang Qiangmin chat with the precinct chief.

Since there was no body involved, there was nothing else he could really do as he was just accompanying the group.

Evening arrived.

The stylishly dressed younger brother Yuan Yutang, the third brother raised on Young and Dangerous movies according to the executive, showed up.

Yuan Yutang was in trendy attire.

Putting together a pair of floral pants with a red shirt.

He was more flamboyant than how his father had been in the morning.

A few underlings followed him, but he entered by himself.

When he saw Jiang, who was working, he sauntered over, sizing him up from head to toe, and said, ”

“Officer Jiang, nice color coordination.

You look way above the standard.”

The third brother pointed at the combination of Jiang’s shirt and trousers.

Jiang was still in his police trousers, but for working in the evening, he had changed into his own shirt.

He had previously received a legacy of trendy clothing (LV2) and had not made a point of using it, but now he naturally wore it.

His tall stature often made it unnecessary to look at his face; his height was enough to stand out among men.

Now, he looked more composed than when he first joined the bureau, no longer as fresh-faced.

His attire was also sharp and stylish.

Within the police station, only forensic doctors cared about fashion—because they often had to describe the victims’ clothing in their reports—but Master Wu Jun’s taste in clothes was still stuck in the last century, indifferent to Jiang Yuan and the attire of the recently deceased.

Jiang Yuan sized up the third son, Yuan Yutang, wondering if his sexual orientation was a bit off.

Mainly because the guy wore a pair of Gucci leather slippers, the gold ones, adorned with a mess of shiny accessories, and his face was painted with light makeup, surpassing the self-cultivation of a rich second generation.

Even though Jiang Yuan was highly skilled in footprint identification, on first sight of such a pair of shoes, he almost exclaimed in surprise.

Thinking back to how the man appeared during the day, all suited up like a business elite, Jiang Yuan suddenly felt that the Yuan father and sons were particularly suspect.

The third son didn’t care about Jiang Yuan’s gaze; he had dressed this way on purpose.

He took the lead and then directly stated his purpose:

“Officer Jiang, I’m here to provide you with clues.”

Huang Qiangmin and the others perked up their ears.

The third son said, “My eldest brother is very utilitarian.

He’s the type to work on something until five in the morning to get it done.

The old man has been talking about handing the company over to him for more than a decade now.

If I were my brother, I wouldn’t be able to stand it.”

Seeing Jiang Yuan listening intently,

he continued, “I know there were some paparazzi tattling to you guys today about my past, and I admit to those incidents, but who hasn’t been young?

Let me tell you, whenever I got into a fight, I was the one standing at the back yelling the loudest, too scared to step forward, just all talk.

This time, I have absolutely nothing to do with the incident.”

The third son found it somewhat stimulating to dissect his past in front of the officers, and went on:

“My elder brother has issues, but my second brother is the real scoundrel.

You see how he behaves, indulging in food and fun, not caring about the company, huh, in reality, he reaches out his hand further than anyone else.

I caught him dining privately with an old man from the company.”

“This time, my second brother could very well be trying to take out both me and my elder brother.”

“How is he planning to take you out?” Jiang Yuan asked back.

“The IPO was led by my eldest brother.

My father is old-fashioned, initially wanting a family business.

But now that the city has requirements, and my brother wants to go public to raise money, the other members of the board are also interested, so my father agreed,” the third son paused, then said, “If I’m framed for stealing those items, and at the same time, those documents get leaked to botch the IPO, wouldn’t my father be forced to choose my second brother?”

The third son said what he came to say and turned to leave, then looked back at Jiang Yuan, “Buddy, when you crack the case, let’s have a drink together, I like the look of you.”

Jiang Yuan stared at his shoes and shook his head, “Let’s talk about it after the case is solved.”

“Alright, I won’t bother you then,” said the third son and swaggered off.

Jiang Yuan and his colleagues glanced at each other and got back to work.

Just as Xiao Pang said, with a case like this, there was no avoiding the all-nighters.

But they didn’t need to burn the midnight oil for too long.

Three in the morning.

Jiang Yuan matched a fingerprint.

Just as he suspected, it belonged to a 35-year-old professional thief with twenty years of history in the field, half of his life spent in prison.

This time, he left two fingerprints on the inner side of the doorframe, likely from when he first opened the door.

The subsequent wiping missed this spot.

Fingerprints are the greatest enemy of professional thieves.

The study door of the Yuan Residence was sophisticated enough that even a professional thief would need to concentrate intently and could not wear gloves while picking the lock, as it would change the sensation in the fingers and greatly reduce the efficiency.

As for wiping off fingerprints, thieves were never quite professional enough at that either.

Jiang Yuan sent all the information to Huang Qiangmin, then watched him wake up Wu Junhao and the others from the first squad with his phone and return with the Fat-and-Thin duo to the nearby hotel to rest.

The next day.

Jiang Yuan was still in a deep sleep when he was awakened by a call from Huang Qiangmin.

“Are we setting off?” Jiang Yuan asked groggily.

“The third son is dead,” Huang Qiangmin said succinctly.

“One minute,” Jiang Yuan was fully awake now.