National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 355 - 355 322 Script Murder

355: Chapter 322: Script Murder 355: Chapter 322: Script Murder The pretrial expert, Meng Chengbiao, didn’t hesitate to tear a goose leg apart and gnaw on it, his mouth glossy with grease, while his eyes continued to watch the charred corpse on the screen.

He actually enjoyed the gatherings Jiang Yuan organized, with plenty of food and drink.

The youngest elite officers, feeling queasy, mostly stayed silent, which saved a lot of the cost of communication.

In the eyes of an old detective like Meng Chengbiao, youngsters without a few years of experience had no right to speak.

Just like today, if you lose your appetite just from looking at a body, or worse, throw up, it’s not exactly a fault.

But, if you are working on a case while having opinions, isn’t that a joke?

In fact, detectives who had participated in homicide investigations a few times could generally manage to keep their composure upon seeing a corpse.

Of course, it was a high demand to eat roasted goose while looking at a body, but, if you couldn’t even do that, feeling a bit uncomfortable and speaking less was probably appropriate.

Meng Chengbiao couldn’t help but admire Jiang Yuan.

Look, it’s the same team building, without a word said, he’d done everything needed and conveyed everything he wanted to; the whole team had their own kind of satisfaction.

Even the young officers who were feeling uncomfortable were actually enjoying this unique kind of team building—it’s just that it wasn’t something you could share on social media, which was a bit of a bummer.

“That’s about all the photos from the case file,” said Jiang Yuan as he scrolled through the images, with everyone already starting on the lamb legs.

A few newcomers, either out of hunger or desensitized from viewing the corpses, began tearing into the meat and eating as well.

It has to be said that, with Mr.

Jiang’s cooking, plus familiar chefs lending a hand, the flavor was so much better than the average.

Ordinary restaurants certainly couldn’t match this standard.

“Next up, here are some photos I took today of the warehouse as it is now; you might want to take a look,” said Jiang Yuan as he ate from a skewer of lamb, casually displaying the photos.

This team-building exercise was also an experiment for him.

Previously when working on cases, Jiang Yuan tended to go it alone, using his own skills to crack the case.

Now, with the Cold Case Squad, to use these officers merely as basic labor would be a waste; but exactly how to utilize them, Jiang Yuan wasn’t sure, so they looked at the photos together.

Jiang Yuan continued to lead the photo review in his usual independent way, but if the others focused, they should be able to keep up with his pace.

As for those who couldn’t keep up, they could take a slow look later on their own.

What followed were videos that Jiang Yuan took while walking in circles.

In the video, the surrounding area was deserted, with only a few cars in the parking lot.

Jiang Yuan’s final round of filming didn’t reveal anything unusual.

Jiang Yuan had already watched this video carefully while in the car; watching it now, he still couldn’t find any clues.

“Why did you film this video?” asked Tang Jia, who’d only had a few pieces of meat and had stopped eating, now focusing on the projection.

“Because the tire on the car I was driving got punctured,” Jiang Yuan explained as the video ended, and he pressed forward to show photos of the slashed rear tire.

“Was it the same as Director Liu’s situation?” Tang Jia was obviously well-studied on Jiang Yuan’s cases.

Jiang Yuan acknowledged with a ‘hm’ and said, “It’s not exactly the same.

Director Liu’s vehicle was on mountain roads, and an incident was almost inevitable.

We were driving on city streets, so it was more likely just a warning of low tire pressure…”

“That’s still too dangerous; besides, puncturing a police officer’s car—this person’s guts are too big.

Also, how would he know you would go to the warehouse?” Tang Jia’s rapid-fire questions attracted everyone’s attention.

Shen Yaowei re-evaluated Tang Jia and said, “You know, that’s a pretty good question.”

Jiang Yuan nodded slowly as well.

Within those few questions, the last one indeed posed a real problem.

His decision to visit the warehouse had been spontaneous.

He had not notified anyone beforehand, so how could there be someone waiting there for him?

To say that this person had been keeping an eye on either him or Shen Yaoguo all along seemed a tall order.

A police officer’s vigilance is far beyond that of ordinary people; it’s one thing to tail someone once or twice, but to do it long-term—that’s extremely difficult.

“An inside job in the warehouse?” Wang Chuanxing speculated blindly.

“These are murder cases from several years ago.

Someone has been watching the warehouse all this time?” Tang Jia mused, before adding, “But it’s still worth investigating.”

“You and Wang Chuanxing check the warehouse,” Jiang Yuan casually tossed out this lead.

Then, turning to Miao Liyuan, he instructed, “You look into the surveillance around the warehouse, especially the road surveillance.

The industrial park in that area is huge, and it’s mainly frequented by trucks—there’s got to be some transportation involved.”

“Yes,” the three of them responded in unison.

“Well then…

Let’s speak our minds, as if we’re playing a script murder game,” Jiang Yuan tossed the remote onto the table, grabbed a skewer of grilled meat, and while eating, he continued, “The only difference is that our script is quite realistic and there is no set answer.”

Everyone cooperated with a laugh, then entered into a stage of deep contemplation.

Officers who are willing to join Jiang Yuan’s homicide team are either driven by ambition or by pursuit, but whatever the type of pursuit, it must be realized through solving cases.

Besides, young people always have a need for self-actualization.

“Arson cases have always been particularly difficult to investigate.

This case was also a tough one to crack back in the day,” Meng Chengbiao, not only a preliminary trial expert but also the most senior detective on Jiang Yuan’s team, had some insider knowledge.

Jiang Yuan groaned in agreement.

Truth be told, when it came to arson cases, he didn’t have a particularly good plan either.

The examination of a fire scene is a specialized skill with a high level of difficulty.

Whether within the police force or the fire service, it’s considered to be quite challenging, and accuracy is not always high.

Jiang Yuan could, in theory, study this skill, but it seemed somewhat wasteful to apply such advanced expertise to this area.

“I think we should start with interpersonal relations,” Meng Chengbiao continued.

“This case is a typical murder.

There was no theft of finances or obvious disputes, and the female victim’s identity is special, which makes it difficult to investigate.”

“That part is up to you,” Jiang Yuan gave away another clue.

“Okay,” Meng Chengbiao quickly agreed.

The others also began to speak one by one, and soon it turned into an orderly discussion.

It was like a script murder game, but with quite a few participants.

The projector remote was occasionally picked up and operated to display a few images.

Jiang Yuan leaned back on the couch, listening to everyone’s discussion, as various ideas flooded his mind.

He was still preparing to start with the body to work on this case.

True, the act of arson had significantly compromised the body’s state, but there were still so many details that the corpse could reveal.

Moreover, the forensic doctor in charge of the current case had been very thorough, and most of the necessary explanations had been clarified…

If there was any hesitation, it was that Jiang Yuan’s expertise in forensic pathology was only at LV4, which meant his skills in forensic examination were merely at the level of a national expert—not quite capable of handling everything with ease.

If there were a body from the current case to examine, Jiang Yuan might be able to learn much more.

Without it, relying solely on photos, his LV4 forensic pathology expertise would fall slightly short—roughly to about an LV3.8.

Jiang Yuan estimated that it would take a full day of earnestly examining photos to come to a conclusion.

His LV4 forensic pathology skills allowed him to move unhindered within the Shan Nan Region.

It was extremely difficult.