National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 367 - 367 334 I'm Super Fierce

367: Chapter 334 I’m Super Fierce 367: Chapter 334 I’m Super Fierce “A53 and B167.”

“A33, A34, and B13.”

“Set the clubs aside separately, don’t mix up the numbers, let me have a look.”

“A11 and B208, conduct a micro-trace evidence test on each.”

Jiang Yuan efficiently examined the various groups of photos, the evidence that covered the long conference table, continuously photographed, numbered, and recorded.

In most cases, Jiang Yuan didn’t need to open the evidence packaging or would examine the evidence after it had been properly sealed.

In this way, after confirming the identity of the tool marks, he could validate the findings with micro-trace evidence.

The cost of analyzing micro-trace evidence was not low; even for his own lab, it could cost hundreds of dollars per test, and just a slight increase in the number of tests could easily amount to the price of an Audi, not to mention the construction and maintenance costs of the lab.

If one were to account for the latter costs, they could refer to the rates of a judicial authentication institute, which charged just over 1,000 yuan for a single micro-trace evidence test, similar to the price for paternity tests—for those who might need reference.

It was easy to understand that places like the Ningtai County Criminal Police Detachment, which regarded their second-hand Great Wall cannons as treasures, were reluctant to use micro-trace evidence unless it was for a major or homicide case.

The Changyang City Criminal Police Detachment was pretty much the same; theft cases started with cases worth from 3,000 yuan, and those worth over a hundred thousand were considered a lot.

To solve cases using micro-trace evidence, the cost-effectiveness was entirely out of the question; it was purely for the social value and crime deterrence.

This time was no different; the several cases Jiang Yuan found were all minor in terms of case value, including car break-ins, theft from warehouses, losses from passing trucks, and fuel theft from large vehicles…

Summing up, the security guard at Jianyuan Pharmaceutical’s parking lot had long been dissatisfied with the income from the parking lot and had begun actively pursuing “income diversification.”

“With so many petty cases, probably including some unreported ones, we should be able to arrest half the people here,” said Tang Jia, helping Jiang Yuan with the sorting by the side, slowly getting stirred up, and quite excited soon after.

“No matter how small, the procedure for handling cases is the same.” A prosecutor was invited to get involved early and brought a group with him.

A full-fledged prosecutor is one who has full authority to handle cases.

In other words, only a full-fledged prosecutor can lead a case, while other prosecutors can only serve as assistant caseworkers, and non-prosecutors are known as judicial administrative personnel.

Since the number of full-fledged prosecutors is proportional and there’s often a shortage, they have been a scarce commodity since the beginning of the system.

For Yu Wenshu to call over a full-fledged prosecutor was a great support to the case.

If the suspect understood the severity, the best thing they could do would be to promptly admit guilt.

Now experienced in handling numerous cases, Jiang Yuan, out of respect, earnestly said to the full-fledged prosecutor next to him: “Prosecutor Liu, these pieces of evidence directly match the cases, and there will be more substantial cases later.

For instance, A80, 83, B263, and B288…

This should be a case of serious injury.”

The micro-trace examiner hurried over with some items and laid them out.

Astonishingly, there was an axe-mark on the surface, and the photo in his right hand was precisely an axe.

“The same object?” Prosecutor Liu was a bit delighted.

“Definitely the same object, but we need to further solidify the other evidence,” said Jiang Yuan.

“Not bad at all, this case is indeed worth the trip,” Prosecutor Liu nodded in approval.

Most of the time, it took three detectives several days to work on a minor case because even small cases underwent similar procedures, and forming a complete chain of evidence would require a great deal of time.

Full-fledged prosecutors were no different, dealing with small cases using steps that were just as numerous, and with even lower senses of accomplishment.

However, as they wielded more power, they often granted probation to criminals who admitted guilt and accepted their penalty for minor cases, or reduced the sentence to lower their workload.

Ultimately, like police officers, prosecutors also preferred to severely punish criminals, not merely scrape the surface.

Prosecutor Liu pulled out old case files and after reviewing for a while, he said to Jiang Yuan, “The forensic doctor had classified the injury as serious degree two previously, but the level of disability of the victim wasn’t sufficient.

As a result, the criminal would likely receive a three to five year sentence; a bit dissatisfactory…”

Jiang Yuan silently passed him a few more photos.

As if having received a cheat sheet during an exam, Prosecutor Liu couldn’t help but exude surprise, “There’s more?

Is it the same person, or another?”

“The same criminal, this time with an iron rod.

It’s edged.

Probably level one minor injury.

Additionally, there was a rape.” Jiang Yuan pointed at the rod’s surface and continued, “He knocked someone over with a single strike, and then committed the rape.

This person is the most vicious among them.”

Prosecutor Liu’s brows furrowed deeply as he said, “I didn’t expect such a major case to be in here.”

Jiang Yuan replied with a grunt, “He likes to linger around the national highway, so he left traces not only within Changyang’s jurisdiction but also in the surrounding counties.

I’ve got people looking into it.”

“A serial rapist?” Prosecutor Liu found it hard to believe.

Though he’d handled many malignant cases, if this one was as severe as it seemed, it would be incredibly unexpected.

Jiang Yuan spoke with less certainty, “Judging by the proficiency of his offenses, it’s probably not his first time.

But the coverage of the cases we initially prepared wasn’t sufficient.

I’m planning to dig deeper to see if there are similar cold cases before.”

“Very good, very good,” Prosecutor Liu nodded repeatedly, then glanced at the file a little longer and said, “Find another two cases of serious injury, or one more rape case, and I’m confident I can get him a life sentence.”

“I’ll find you three, aiming for the death penalty,” Jiang Yuan casually responded, his goals naturally grander due to his extensive experience with homicide cold cases.

Taken aback by the response, Prosecutor Liu looked again at Jiang Yuan’s nonchalant expression and gestures, and he couldn’t help but remark admiringly, “Indeed, there are only mistaken names, not nicknames called in error.”

“What?” Jiang Yuan did not catch that clearly.

“It’s fine, you go ahead,” Prosecutor Liu, who was also in his 40s, felt an unshakably warm and eerie chill after spending some time with Jiang Yuan.

For an entire day, Jiang Yuan had been relentlessly following the trail of a security guard.

Criminals aren’t trained in a day, and those capable of skillfully carrying out robbery, aggravated assault and hurting others must have been involved in numerous fights and brawls—accidents that can cause minor injuries could happen in a blink of an eye.

However, some people always manage to escape punishment by certain means.

This time, though, Jiang Yuan had caught hold of his tail and was tracking it all the way.

In modern society, it’s extremely difficult to develop a set of sophisticated criminal skills.

Most criminals can only improve through a singular path of escalation.

In other words, their crimes typically follow patterns.

More capable criminals may have two or three different patterns of crime, but whether it’s one or three, for the criminal investigative officers, it’s manageable.

Just like most criminals, this parking lot security guard managed to evade punishment largely due to luck.

Now, his luck had run out.

Blow marks, scratch marks, stab and slash marks, severing marks…

Those who favor weapons might gain an upper hand during crimes, but in the investigative phase, they also give away conspicuous signs.

Again, it’s an issue of variety—there are so many types of knives, and those who are adept and prefer the use of weapons, in reality, frequently use only a few.

In the past, when working on cold cases, Jiang Yuan dealt solely with murder cases and didn’t even have time for other serious crimes.

Now, climbing up the ladder of tool marks meant grabbing both minor and serious injuries at once.

Evening.

Shen Yaoguo brought in the crowd-pleasing Sichuan cuisine, the spicy kind.

“Let’s eat first.

It’s pretty simple; actually, going to the cafeteria wouldn’t take much time…” Yu Wenshu hadn’t left either.

Today’s scene was not only big but also intriguing, and since they had a special prosecutor present, he decided to accompany everyone on the spot.

Prosecutor Liu waved his hand nonchalantly, saying, “This is already very good.

Sometimes we have to settle for instant noodles when we work late at night.

Today it’s even my hometown’s food.”

“I’m glad Prosecutor Liu doesn’t mind,” Yu Wenshu then talked with some younger colleagues nearby, trying to take care of everyone.

Work time demands seriousness, but mealtime should be more congenial.

Jiang Yuan casually slid the case file he had just organized over to Prosecutor Liu and then started to eat with peace of mind.

Prosecutor Liu naturally began to read it.

He wasn’t familiar with the other officers, and the young members of Jiang Yuan’s Accumulated Case Team rarely dealt with major cases, so they hardly had interactions with him.

Everyone quietly ate and rested, comfortably easing their minds.

However, Shen Yaoguo, ambitious as ever, chatted briefly with each person, made a round, and upon return, noticed Prosecutor Liu sweating.

Shen Yaoguo laughed and suggested, “Prosecutor Liu, if it’s too spicy, you can have it with tofu pudding.”

Prosecutor Liu: “I’m from western Sichuan, it’s not too spicy for me.”

Shen Yaoguo laughed: “But you are sweating.”

Upon touching his forehead, Prosecutor Liu indeed found a lot of sweat and shook his head, saying, “It’s not the spiciness, it’s from reading the case file.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Based on what I see now, we could already demand the death penalty,” Prosecutor Liu stated abruptly, yet everyone understood.

The crowd turned their eyes to Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan scooped up a bowl of tofu pudding and calmly said, “It’s not that I found too many cases; he committed too many.

If you read the files, you’ll see why the death penalty is warranted.”

Everyone looked back at Prosecutor Liu.

Prosecutor Liu deeply grunted in agreement.

Jiang Yuan continued, “With this in mind, we should be able to break through using this guy.”

“Definitely.

With so many cases he’s done, it’s impossible he acted alone,” Prosecutor Liu speculated while looking at the file’s content.

“If the accomplices in several of these serious cases are the same one or two people, another death sentence could be imposed.”

“That’s good to hear,” Jiang Yuan said, grabbing several slices of boiled meat to pair with his rice, showing a contented smile.

The others, as they consumed the similarly spicy Sichuan food, couldn’t help but think: Ningtai’s Jiang Yuan, a force to be reckoned with…