National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 291 - 291 264

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Shunling Township.

Perhaps because it was on the outskirts of Changyang City, or because the average income was higher, or because the natural environment was better, driving through the somewhat chaotic township boundary, the core area of Shunling Township was actually somewhat serenely beautiful.

The slightly murky Manshui River, flowing from upstream through the city, brought abundant moisture and wind.

The arch bridge crossing the river included an antique stone bridge as well as a reinforced concrete bridge capable of handling heavy loads, splitting Shunling Township into two parts.

One part was a continuation of serene and beautiful township life, the other a tumultuous and chaotic logistics park and industrial area.

Most of the young people were active in the factory area, occasionally coming over to the old town to wander about, mainly couples in love, whether men and women, men and men, or women and women.

Venturing a little deeper into the texture of the township, that is, the residential and living areas, a large number of buildings from the last century come into view.

Shunling Township had not undergone large-scale demolition, but instead, had adopted the model of building new districts.

Now, even the expansion of new districts was making use of the new district model.

The time in the old city area seemed as if it had been fixed in place.

The government had made quite an effort in terms of the city’s appearance; from an outsider’s perspective, one could see the attractive exteriors and streets, which also attracted some leisure seekers, but their numbers were not large, and the average age was relatively high.

Noticing Jiang Yuan’s gaze sizing up the outsiders, Wang Chuanxing, who was in the same car, sensitively explained, “Three years ago, there weren’t so many tourists.

You could say there were basically no tourists, outsiders were merchants, drivers, or factory workers.

The rural guesthouses now were only set up in the past two years, and mainly cater to visitors to the surrounding fishing parks…”

“Was the victim involved in any of these?” Wei Zhenguo asked, “Like demolition plans, renting or selling houses, decorating guesthouses, and the like?

Have you checked?”

This was about economic factors.

In Wei Zhenguo’s understanding, the situation the victim encountered was somewhat similar to that of Black Society methods.

However, the extent of resorting to murder suggests either very large interests are at stake or an extremely brazen perpetrator, which doesn’t quite add up.

Wang Chuanxing also knew what Wei Zhenguo meant and responded, “We’ve asked the people around, there are no such economic disputes.

Nor have there been any reports about them.

Here in the logistics park, there are some theft and robbery cases, at most involving small groups.”

Wan Baoming was more direct, “Because of this case, all the groups in this area have been filtered through, several have gone to jail, and we investigated thoroughly.

Still no leads.”

“Let’s just go directly to the scene,” Jiang Yuan said, urging them a little after he heard this.

After yesterday’s review and contemplation, he already had some ideas, and he felt he had sufficiently understood the work of the special case team that Wang Chuanxing belonged to.

A case occurring in the provincial capital has the advantage that all levels responsible for the case are of relatively high quality.

Take photography, for instance, in Ningtai County it’s done by those who also work the scene, but in Changyang City, the technicians who specialize in criminal photography, both overall and in detail, captured the scenes very well.

This laid an excellent foundation for assistance with the case.

Now, for example, if Jiang Yuan wanted to utilize bloodstain analysis or footprints, his main reliance would be on these photographs.

If the photos are good and comprehensively capture the scene, Jiang Yuan’s confidence is correspondingly strengthened.

He came to the scene precisely to compare it with the photos.

Wang Chuanxing and Wan Baoming had no objections, since both were here to accompany him today.

…

The car stopped at the entrance to the street, and the group of people squeezed into the alley, walking for about ten minutes until they reached the scene of the crime.

The victim’s small courtyard had been completely abandoned.

There was a large lock hanging on the front door, grass growing on the walls, and nobody taking care of it.

The neighboring houses looked similar, and Mu Zhiyang ran to find someone to ask; they had all moved away shortly after the incident.

No one found this strange.

It wasn’t rare for a neighbor living right next to a crime scene to refuse to continue living in their old house.

In big cities, many people might not have a choice; even if a haunted house was next door, to save a few hundred thousand dollars, plenty would still live in it.

In townships, housing wasn’t valuable—buying a new set often cost just a few or a dozen thousand dollars.

Some could even move to live with their children.

Wang Chuanxing directly cut the lock open with hydraulic shears and opened the door.

As the door opened, several yellow papers fluttered out, lifted high by the wind.

Mu Zhiyang couldn’t help but hug his own shoulders.

Creak.

The door of the old house swayed uncertainly.

The grey-black wooden door was a bit peeled and deformed, but there were no signs of bloodstains anymore.

“Was the scene cleaned?” Wei Zhenguo looked around.

Wang Chuanxing hummed affirmatively, adding, “At the time they were told to try to preserve the scene as much as possible, but it’s probably been too long.”

The special investigation team’s work had basically come to a halt, and the family could probably sense it.

Jiang Yuan took out a tablet, flipped through the photos, and began to cross-reference them with his surroundings.

After making a round, Jiang Yuan returned to the front of the door, picked out a photo with the body, looked back and forth, and said, “I need someone to pose for a shot.”

“Xiao Mu, you’re up,” Wei Zhenguo ordered his apprentice without any qualms.

Mu Zhiyang sighed, “I just washed these police trousers last week.”

While talking, Mu Zhiyang eyeballed the position on the photo and quickly lied down.

Jiang Yuan, again contrasting the photo, helped adjust Mu Zhiyang’s posture.

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