National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 327 - 327 295 Setting Off Again

327: Chapter 295: Setting Off Again 327: Chapter 295: Setting Off Again Zhang Yingkui.

Auto wash shop owner · ring leader in a series of motorbike snatch thefts · boyfriend · Ningtai local · familiar with road conditions · motorbike enthusiast · ten years of driving experience · fearless · maintains his weight · planner of a life on the run.

He had a plan.

Ever since he rented the wash shop, Zhang Yingkui had considered what he would do if the police ever came.

Even if the police never came, if a competitor showed up, his first choice was still to run.

And this time was no exception.

The moment Zhang Yingkui saw a group of police officers rush in, he turned and ran without hesitation.

There was a door between the first and second floor that, once pushed open, led to the back alley and then to a network of roads.

If the pursuing officers were a bit slow, he could even choose to climb over the wall and escape through the neighboring yard.

Zhang Yingkui turned around, and just as his hand touched the windowsill, a criminal police officer leaped out and grabbed him.

“So aggressive?” Zhang Yingkui was taken aback.

He didn’t know what it was like when murderers were arrested, but he had seen his predecessors, as well as himself during a previous snatch theft arrest, simply get sandwiched by officers and be taken away.

He had also seen a predecessor run away extremely fast, only to be seen off by the uncles from the police station.

Some middle-aged criminal police officers, lacking in physical strength but with excellent judgment, would give up the chase as soon as they saw how you started to run, realizing they wouldn’t be able to catch up.

But this time, Zhang Yingkui was tackled with disregard for the officer’s own safety.

How high were those stairs?

Wouldn’t it hurt to fall?

What if you chipped a tooth?

Do you know how expensive it is to get a tooth implant these days?

Zhang Yingkui thought to himself, probably some hot-headed rookie, with that in mind, he made a professional pivot turn, his hands again finding the windowsill, his waist powering through, his body ready to spring up…

Pfft.

Another criminal police officer lunged and brought him back down with a tackle.

Pfft pfft.

Two more officers dived in and pinned Zhang Yingkui down.

Bam!

Zhang Yingkui’s fart was squeezed out of him.

“Keep still!” the officers shouted, infuriated.

So many people were watching.

Resisting was one thing, a bit of extra effort for a show of valiance could be tolerated, but farting was crossing the line; that was an insult.

Pfft pfft pfft.

More criminal police officers stormed the steps and firmly secured Zhang Yingkui; for each of his arms, there were two people holding on, making sure even if his forearm was broken, he couldn’t escape.

“Easy, easy.

Guys, you’ve got the wrong person.” Zhang Yingkui yelled frantically, aware of his past crimes but firmly believing that the police had made a mistake.

He felt that with the way they were treating him, it wouldn’t be worth it unless his hands were soaked in blood.

Zhang Yingkui was even more worried that the police had caught the wrong person and might drag up his past while questioning him.

“What’s your name?” an available officer asked.

Zhang Yingkui hurriedly replied, “Zhang Yingkui, Zhang as in archer, I’m a law-abiding citizen…”

“No mistake, it’s you.

We are from the Ningtai County Criminal Police Detachment; this is my badge.” The officer who had just climbed up flashed his identification at Zhang Yingkui, saying, “Do you know why we’re looking for you?”

Zhang Yingkui struggled a bit but had no chance to break free, he sighed and said, “Isn’t this too much?”

“Let’s go, we’ll talk properly back at the station.” One officer handcuffed him, and seven or eight of them escorted him out.

Outside the wash shop, a police car was already waiting.

In front of the police car stood seven or eight people, looking around curiously.

Zhang Yingkui was pushed into the police car.

At that moment, four more cars slowly pulled up to the curb.

Click, click, click, click.

With a succession of door-opening sounds, another group of sweaty men appeared, some in plain clothes, some in uniform—clearly, they were all police officers.

“So it’s this guy.”

“They got the right scent.”

“Whoa, it’s been ages since I’ve seen one with more than three years on him.”

This group of people chatted as they slowly gathered around the police car holding Zhang Yingkui.

Everyone moved sluggishly, akin to the feeling of water rising during a rainstorm and then slowly converging.

But inside the car, handcuffed, Zhang Yingkui started to feel suffocated, especially when someone stuck their head into the car, he even felt somewhat violated.

It was like being a little mouse, squatting in its hole, being peered at by a snake.

Zhang Yingkui’s skin crawled, and he felt increasingly that something was wrong.

He couldn’t help but say, “My name is Zhang Yingkui, Zhang as in archer, Ying as it should be, Kui as in the character for earth written from top to bottom.

You’ve got the wrong person.”

“No mistake, it’s you.” The officer beside him said calmly.

“What did I do for you to arrest me like this?” Zhang Yingkui was trembling.

“What do you think?” The officer certainly wouldn’t say just yet and just looked at Zhang Yingkui, letting him confess on his own.

Zhang Yingkui felt entirely off and looked back one more time at his auto wash.

His nose even started to tingle with a sense of grievance as he angrily said, “I’ve been clean for a year and a half, and you’re still after me; this is outrageous.”

“This is unreasonable.”

“So many of you here, it seems like you’re trying to frame me.”

“What in the world is going on with the jianghu.”

The police officers laughed and joked among themselves, paying little attention to Zhang Yingkui.

They were all used to being busy outside, who would want to be stuck in an office, occasionally glared at by a superior.

Now they finally had the chance to be out in the field, where the weather was pleasant, and the air was fresh; they felt comfortable all over.

As for Zhang Yingkui, this matter had nothing to do with him.

…

The Ningtai County Bureau Criminal Police Brigade Image Building.

Zhuang Wei, the original Four-Eye, was dumbfounded as he watched the scene on the screen that resembled zombies surrounding a car, and he couldn’t help but ask Jiang Yuan, “Is this how you all arrest people now?”

Jiang Yuan reflected on the arrests he had been part of and slowly nodded, “Basically, yes, it’s like that.

Not so exaggerated, but we do have quite a number of officers.”

A new detective transferred over glanced at the two of them, feeling a bit surprised, and thought to himself: Where would we have such abundant police resources on a normal day?

You probably haven’t seen many cases…

Just as he was thinking, Jiang Yuan’s phone rang.

“Let me take this call,” Jiang Yuan said as he checked the caller ID and answered, “Chief Yu…”

Calling someone “Chief” usually means that person is a division chief.

Several people immediately thought about the legend of Jiang Yuan going undercover and they all perked up their ears, though they pretended to be nonchalant, each doing their own work.

Yu Wenshu started the call with an affectionate shout for Jiang Yuan, followed by, “We had a live case today.

The victim was a cashier at a construction site.

There were no cameras on site, and more than a hundred thousand yuan went missing.

People at the construction site all have alibis, so we suspect it was an outsider who committed the robbery and murder…

I’d like to invite you over to take a look.”

There are two kinds of robbery cases, one is particularly easy to solve—where the perpetrator has weak counter-investigative abilities, some even leaving their ID card or phone behind at the scene—not as a joke, but as an example.

The other kind of robbery case is particularly difficult to crack.

This type—where water has no constant shape and soldiers have no constant form, the difficulty usually lies in the randomness.

Jiang Yuan hesitated for a moment, then said, “Then I’ll head over to Changyang now.

However, I might need to inform Huang Da.”

“Mm…

I’ve already spoken to him.

I’ve asked them to preserve the crime scene here.”

“All right, I’m setting off right away.” Jiang Yuan put down his phone and turned to Zhuang Wei with a smile, “Well, I need to get busy again.

Thanks for everyone’s hard work.”

“You’re the one working hard.” Zhuang Wei looked at Jiang Yuan as if he were a mercenary heading to battle, selling his services to bring back funds and resources to his homeland.

Jiang Yuan waved his hand and walked out, his long legs carrying him out of the building in just a few strides.

Exiting the Image Building, he re-entered the old building of the Criminal Police Brigade.

Huang Qiangmin had already prepared a pot of fine tea in his office and called Jiang Yuan over to have some, adding, “This tea was given to me by an old comrade in arms; let’s see how you Jiang Village People like it.”

“Our Jiang Village used to produce tea, actually.” Jiang Yuan smiled as he sat down, took a few sips, then passed a cigarette to Huang Qiangmin, saying, “I’ll bring you some tea to try next time.”

“Don’t bother with anything too expensive; it’s not necessary.”

“I won’t.” Jiang Yuan smiled and then asked, “You’ve discussed it with Chief Yu?

How long will I be away this time?”

“At most a month and a half.

You need to be back by November at the latest.”

“Oh.”

Huang Qiangmin was quite straightforward, “We’ve done extremely well this year; our performance indicators are at the forefront of the province.

On the strength ranking list, not only are we number one in the province among units of the same level, but we may also break records.

You need to come back for the last month to secure our victory.”

Jiang Yuan agreed without much thought, “Okay.”

Huang Qiangmin heaved a sigh of relief; he was worried Jiang Yuan might be awkward about it.

Often, the more technically skilled individuals were prone to feeling disgruntled at such moments.

“Then I’ll head straight to Changyang.” Jiang Yuan drank his tea, stood up, and said.

“All right, I won’t see you out.

Oh, and go see your mentor first,” Huang Qiangmin said, coughing twice and adding, “Try not to make too much of a commotion.”

Jiang Yuan, slightly puzzled, went upstairs to the forensic doctor’s office, only to see Wu Jun busy counting on his fingers.

“Master,” Jiang Yuan called out.

“Oh, you startled me.

Are you heading to Changyang again?” Wu Jun asked.

“Yes.

They’re urging me over; the scene is still preserved.”

“Then hurry up.

I’ve prepared a red egg for you, one that can equal seven.

Pay homage to Lord Guan, and the joss paper is under the cabinet—take it yourself to burn.

By the way, do you want to drink the ash from the burnt talisman papers?

I burned them over a metallic net with an alcohol lamp, so it’s quite clean.

If you’re not driving, you can use the ash to brew in alcohol, healthier than all that salmon you eat.”

Jiang Yuan went through the motions of worshipping Guan Gong, burning joss paper, then, while peeling the egg, said, “I’ll pass on the ash, I’ll just have the egg then head out.”

“Tch, tch, tch.

Just eat and then leave, that’s fine.

Be careful if you’re driving, burn the talisman paper, I’ll have a sip for you,” Wu Jun waved his hand dismissively.

Jiang Yuan was a bit puzzled, “Does it help if you drink for me?”

“How could it not?

Essentially, it’s all about a contract, right?

If old ladies could pray for their children’s safety, I can pray for my disciple’s well-being,” explained Wu Jun, pouring himself a bottle of chilled black tea into a cup, “It’s not good to mix with alcohol at work, so I’ll pair it with some juice.”

Jiang Yuan felt a bit embarrassed, so he took half a cup to try it, then waved his hand and joked, “Next time, I’ll just mix it into chili sauce and eat it with steamed buns.”

He made a joke, but Wu Jun seriously considered the idea.