National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 1035 - 968: Turning the Tables in a Hopeless Situation

Chapter 1035: Chapter 968: Turning the Tables in a Hopeless Situation

"How did I find the guy? Hahaha, literally just took a casual glance, matched it up in my head, and bam, the name just popped up. Xin Shengsi, such an uncommon surname, anyone who sees it would remember it, hahahahaha..."

As soon as Yu Wenshu arrived at the conference room, a subordinate immediately asked him this key question. It tickled exactly where he itched, and he couldn’t help but elaborate, bursting into laughter with his hands on his hips, taking a few sips of tea to cover up his glee, only to laugh again uncontrollably.

A group of elite detectives, as if just realizing it, made expressions of sudden enlightenment and praised one after another:

"Chief Yu always finds solutions in the most unexpected places!"

"A narrow escape from disaster!"

"Just looking at the list you wouldn’t notice, but cross-reference it, right!"

"Photographic memory, this is truly a photographic memory!"

At this moment, people kept reverting to Yu Wenshu’s photographic memory as if they had one but forgot immediately.

Yu Wenshu’s expression went from a smile to an open, hearty laugh.

Everyone continued to express their admiration enthusiastically.

Countless attempts had proven that this was the most comforting spot to scratch, so when that guest comes again, just keep scratching right there.

No need for blind attempts; when another masseuse discovers a new G-spot, everyone can just copy that. It’s not about pressing a good spot late, but rather about not pressing the wrong spot.

"The list of ex-convicts, the shopping records of kitchen knives, and the transaction records of woven bags, put them together, and Xin Shengsi, the truck driver, pops out. It took Chief Yu’s precise observation." Huang Qiangmin learned the general process when he came upstairs, commenting from the side, but he also made sure to acknowledge Jiang Yuan’s contribution.

If we’re not talking about rank, then Yu Wenshu’s role is pretty much equivalent to that of a clerk working on an Excel sheet for fifteen minutes. But he’s the chief, so naturally, the achievement is different.

Of course, Yu Wenshu doesn’t hog all the glory. With the case cracked, there’s obviously credit due to his command, but for specific in-case guidance, there’s little significance for a division chief like him. However, this case just fits Yu Wenshu’s innate talent so perfectly that he couldn’t resist showing off a bit.

What? Already flaunted enough? Which Tsinghua University graduate doesn’t chant ’Tsinghua’ three to five thousand times a year?

"Where’s Jiang Yuan?" After basking in the joy for a good while, Yu Wenshu returned to reality, looking around.

"He’s here. I checked the car registered under Xin Shengsi’s name, turns out it’s a Wuling Hongguang van. Second-hand purchase." Jiang Yuan had only entered a few minutes earlier.

He didn’t need to do big image enhancement anymore, just picked a clearer frame from the existing footage, tweaked the image a bit, and though the license plate wasn’t clearly visible, the make and model matched. The number of stickers on the windshield and a specific damage mark on the rear door also matched.

Ma Jiyang couldn’t help saying, "This way, Mr. Xin Shengsi appears on all four lists."

Jiang Yuan nodded, "Let’s go arrest him at his home, and send another team to the clothing market. He regularly takes jobs there, there are plenty of warehouses around, as well as some break rooms and ’firing chambers,’ Xin Shengsi might have dismembered the body over there."

"Yes," Ma Jiyang and the others responded with high spirits.

Now, the case had made a huge breakthrough, and the remaining steps could be simplified to routine operations. What’s there to hesitate about? Just charge in.

Xin Shengsi obviously didn’t anticipate such an ending.

Or perhaps, even if he realized this was how things were going to be resolved, it was too late for him to change anything.

Xin Shengsi was just an ordinary truck driver, like many who have had a criminal past, he found it extremely difficult to find work, as almost every company hiring stated "must have no criminal record," even the cake shop he liked was no exception.

Having no other choice, Xin Shengsi took the 3,000 yuan he earned in prison through labor reform, along with the 40,000 yuan he had hidden from his last crime, to buy a second-hand Wuling Hongguang and started his own transport business.

The freight business isn’t great these days, but it’s not too bad either, especially in the clothing market, where there’s often demand for moving goods. The shippers would often throw in a little extra on top of the transport charge, making it a bit more profitable than just the vehicle fee, and not as tough as moving house jobs.

The only issue troubling Xin Shengsi was that he had a bit of a temper problem.

In prison it was okay, surrounded by tough, strong fellow inmates, Xin Shengsi was considered one of the more even-tempered convicts.

But at the clothing market, sometimes when ordered around by delicate young girls and after a few back-and-forths over the money, Xin Shengsi often couldn’t help but lose his temper.

But it worked pretty well, typically when he really got angry, the shippers would quiet down.

His reputation might not have sounded great, but it was just that. People come and go in the clothing market, there are permanent and big-time tenants with their own dedicated drivers. Those who hire casual drivers are usually small-time shippers. Some don’t even stay in the market for a year before closing up shop and leaving, while the ever-growing army of livestreamers always provides Xin Shengsi with plenty of work.

To top it off, those shippers who don’t stay in the market but rent places elsewhere, those folks have even less connection with the market and know even less about the truck drivers’ affairs. They often don’t mind at all.

Xin Shengsi licked his lips. He had recently consciously reigned in his temper and unexpectedly gained two long-term customers, and he was starting to feel like things were picking up.

Could it be, one needs to have a blood-rush to experience great fortune?

Humming a tune, Xin Shengsi swayed as he parked the van downstairs.

Snap.

Xin Shengsi didn’t rush out of the car but instead lit up a cigarette, planning to finish it before heading upstairs.

Squeak...

Xin Shengsi rolled down the car window.

The moment the glass vanished, a long and forceful arm, like a monkey stealing peaches, silently stretched up from below and grabbed Xin Shengsi’s neck.

Just after taking a drag of his cigarette, unable to exhale, Xin Shengsi suddenly felt unbearably choked and immediately panicked.

"Mmm..." Xin Shengsi couldn’t make a sound, managing only to flip his hand and press the burning cigarette butt onto the thick arm strangling his neck.

The dark arm trembled, then continued its steady grip like Mount Tai, without tightening further.

Both the strangled and the strangler knew that any further tightening could result in immediate death.

"Police."

The car door on the other side was pulled open, and the first thing the officer did was to pull out the car key.

Following that, several officers rushed forward, hands and feet busy as they dragged Xin Shengsi out of the car.

Xin Shengsi instinctively felt that something was off. The last time he was arrested for theft, only three officers came; one held his neck, another cuffed his wrists, and the third officer just held a baton and watched without getting physical.

The process of getting into the car was also different. Last time, under the command of the police, he walked to the car by himself. This time, the officers didn’t offer such an option but rather lifted him out of the car.

Xin Shengsi’s weight that morning was 75 kilograms, a full 150 pounds. It was quite heavy even for three people to lift, but the officers did so willingly.

The arm around Xin Shengsi’s neck released, and he took a deep breath, but felt even weaker.

"What’s your name?" A somewhat familiar question came.

Xin Shengsi remained silent. He had answered last time, and ended up getting his head pushed down.

"What’s your name?" The arresting officer asked again.

Seeing that Xin Shengsi still wasn’t responding, they lifted his head, took a photo, and then took his fingerprints on the spot for a comparison check on the police device.

"We’ll take your blood for a DNA test back at the station, to ensure we get your name right." The criminal police in charge said, looking up towards the direction of the squadron commander.

Ma Jiyang slightly shook his head. Those who wouldn’t even give their name were considered the most obstinate among criminals; an immediate interrogation on site wasn’t necessary now.

But no matter what, it was good that they had caught the person.

There were many directions the conviction could take, not to mention Jiang Yuan was involved.

Whoosh.

A Coaster drove into the parking lot, the door opened, and a line of technicians in white lab coats stepped out briskly.

All looking alert and lively, they paraded in front of Xin Shengsi, led by Jiang Yuan, before heading upstairs.

The secondary crime scene, initially suspected to be the killer’s home, was a dilapidated apartment rented by Ma Jiyang near the clothing market, likely with decoration dating back 30 years; the torn-up cement floor and filthy white walls under the sunlight gave off the sense of a time reversed.

Jiang Yuan glanced at the floor and said, "The cement floor is relatively new, and all the stains are fresh. Something must have been laid on top before. Ask the landlord."

The phone number was ready, and a local detective immediately made the call. Shortly after, they relayed, "It used to have linoleum flooring, like this."

He had added the landlord on WeChat and asked for several photos of the inside of the room.

Indeed, the whole room had been covered with linoleum flooring before, still unattractive, but now it was all stripped away, clearly for some special reason.

Jiang Yuan nodded, then put on a head cover and gloves, and stepped in with shoe covers.

"Captain Jiang, I’ll go first," Mu Zhiyang pulled Jiang Yuan back, drew his gun with a click, and entered with two other detectives.

In such a small one-bedroom apartment, the only places to hide could be under the bed, in the bathroom, and in the kitchen. However, in such small spaces, if there was a person hiding, resisting could easily result in injuries. Mu Zhiyang preferred to shoot to kill.

"All clear." Mu Zhiyang checked around, then tucked the gun back into its holster.

Jiang Yuan first entered the bathroom to inspect.

The bathroom was unusually new, with white tiles laid from bottom to top, and the toilet was stark white, the marks of use faint on the tank.

Jiang Yuan sniffed, then turned to ask, "Compare it to the photo of the bathroom."

The local detective hurriedly presented his phone, revealing the original bathroom had off-white tiles.

"It’s been remodeled." said a detective.

"Makes it easier to preserve evidence inside," Jiang Yuan said indifferently. Judging by the level of renovation in this bathroom, it was either done by a novice, or the suspect himself, but it didn’t matter. The greater the amount of work done, the easier it was to slip up.