National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 333 - 333 300 Times Have Changed

333: Chapter 300: Times Have Changed 333: Chapter 300: Times Have Changed About ten people were gathered around the crime scene.

The number was fluctuating; most were passerby who would stop to watch for a while, take a few photos when bored, and then walk away playing with their phones.

Some even stood there, shifting their attention to their phones after watching for a bit.

There were also couples strolling by who stopped to satisfy their curiosity about the fresh incident and casually chatted with laughter.

This man with short hair and a scar, however, stood alone, his eyes intently watching the direction of the construction site and the movements of the police, a bit too attentively.

Of course, Jiang Yuan only made this distinction after recognizing him.

Before recognizing him, Jiang Yuan hadn’t paid much attention to the crowd of onlookers.

As mentioned before, most murders now take place indoors, predominantly in private residences.

Thus, for most criminals, revisiting the crime scene isn’t that convenient anymore.

For this man, Jiang Yuan was more inclined to believe it was his Black Society identity that made him want to understand the police movements.

Possibly, he might even decide his next move based on the police’s actions.

Thinking this, Jiang Yuan silently took out his phone and opened WeChat.

He wasn’t added to the work group for today’s case, so he sent a message in the “Changyang City Cold Case Working Group” WeChat group:

Jiang Yuan: “[@Yu Wenshu, Chief Yu, I’ve found the murderer.

He’s observing the scene opposite me, located across the road at the entrance of the construction site.]”

Liu Jinghui: “[???]”

Tang Jia: “[The murderer?

What do you mean he’s opposite you?

Are there any other colleagues with you, Jiang Yuan?]”

Jiang Yuan: “[The murderer has short hair, wears green trousers, a brown short-sleeved shirt, and a knife scar by his right eye corner.]”

Liu Jinghui: “[Has he noticed you?

Are you in danger?]”

Sneaking a glance with the corner of his eye and seeing that the murderer was still observing the scene, Jiang Yuan continued over WeChat: “[No.

Should be fine.]”

Liu Jinghui: “[Don’t play the hero, don’t go in alone, with such a murderer, even if you let him run for two hours, we can still easily catch him.

I’ll call Chief Yu.]”

After putting down his phone and looking up again, Jiang Yuan saw that the man with the scarred eye, who had just been in the crowd, had vanished without a trace.

Jiang Yuan was startled and quickly looked around, only to see the suspect Qi Penghu crossing the road, now only seven or eight meters away from him.

Jiang Yuan’s heart involuntarily began to thump wildly.

It wasn’t outright fear, as after learning wrestling from Uncle Qiang, Jiang Yuan felt he had a certain level of combat prowess.

Perhaps not as much as fully trained professionals, or even on par with the robust young men of the first squadron, but Jiang Yuan believed he wouldn’t be beaten to death with bare hands in a short time at least!

“What are you doing?

Don’t cross the police line,” Jiang Yuan yelled impatiently.

At the same time, Jiang Yuan flipped his laptop closed and incidentally grabbed a stick-shaped object with his left hand.

The detectives of Changyang City led a prosperous life, so only when Jiang Yuan got a hold of it did he realize he wasn’t holding a baton, but a handheld metal detector instead.

This device was also a meter long, telescopic, about 40 centimeters when packed in a box, and even thicker than a baton, with the middle part for batteries that he wasn’t sure was durable or not.

Qi Penghu had no weapons in his hand, but considering he had killed a cashier with just two blows and jumped from the second floor unscathed, his scarred face was evidence enough of a ruthless character.

Qi Penghu took two more steps forward, stopping only five meters away from Jiang Yuan, and said, “Just passing by.”

In the time it took for the two sentences, Jiang Yuan calmed down and asked, “Where from, and where to?”

Qi Penghu’s gaze became more focused as he replied, “Just out for a stroll.”

Wang Bo, who had just gone to make a call, approached with an unfriendly gaze fixed on Qi Penghu.

Meanwhile, detectives had started to emerge from the construction site.

Qi Penghu saw them but didn’t move an inch; instead, he pressed, “What happened in there?”

Jiang Yuan naturally wouldn’t answer and directly asked, “What’s your name?”

Everyone was just asking questions, with no one answering, so naturally the conversation couldn’t go on.

Qi Penghu let out a laugh, pulling at the scar on his cheek, looking quite imposing.

He didn’t respond to Jiang Yuan’s question and, after looking around, turned to leave.

Jiang Yuan cleared his throat and deliberately asked in a gruff voice, “I’m asking you, what’s your name?”

The police coming from the construction site naturally began to gather around.

At the same time, a few officers arranged by Yu Wenshu were trying to encircle Qi Penghu from the other side.

Wang Bo quickly took a couple of steps forward, trying to back up Jiang Yuan.

Just like Jiang Yuan, Qi Penghu was on edge, and seeing several officers quicken their pace towards him, he didn’t hesitate at all and turned to walk quickly in the opposite direction.

The officers behind him immediately started to jog.

Qi Penghu glanced back and Jiang Yuan clearly saw the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Right after that, he saw Qi Penghu break into a jog as well.

But his pace was much more relaxed than that of the policemen’s, and after about a dozen strides, he suddenly sped up and charged towards the wall on the side of the road.

The three- to four-meter-high wall was nothing to Qi Penghu; with a single hand he pulled and hoisted himself over.

Thud.

Jiang Yuan heard the sound of feet landing.

He could even imagine the posture of the footprints as they hit the ground, surely similar to the ones found at the crime scene below.

The wall he had jumped over was that of a small-scale establishment, but its gate was tens of meters away.

By the time the police could get inside, they had no clue where Qi Penghu had gone.

Wang Bo did not join the chase; as a technical officer, he looked nervously at Jiang Yuan and asked, “What happened?”

“The killer likely wanted to see our progress and then decide his next move,” Jiang Yuan guessed experiencedly.

The stolen cash amounted to several hundred thousand yuan, which is difficult to carry around in this day and age, where security checks are required everywhere.

The most suitable plan for the killer might be to drive away, which means he must know how to drive and have a car.

Besides that, an experienced fugitive should carry some food and water in the car, in case they can’t enter or exit the city at will and become trapped.

Beyond that, Qi Penghu would likely need to sort out his newly established local relationships, such as with a new girlfriend, to ensure everything was settled before leaving.

Perhaps, Qi Penghu just wanted to gauge the police’s progress to decide whether he should flee or not.

Only those who’ve been on the run for years know how troublesome and arduous it is to find a place to stay.

Of course, it’s also very important to be daring and skilled; this fellow could easily climb over a three- to four-meter wall, so he wasn’t afraid to get close to the police.

However, Jiang Yuan knew that this guy had essentially buried himself.

Previously, he might indeed have escaped from the police, maybe even easily, but back then, he was merely a fugitive from theft and robbery.

Now, he is a fugitive from a robbery and murder case and had the audacity to provoke the police openly.

Jiang Yuan couldn’t help but glance back at the construction site, and as expected, Yu Wenshu hurriedly walked out.

“Jiang Yuan wasn’t hurt, was he?” Yu Wenshu asked first thing upon meeting.

“No.

We just saw each other, no contact,” Jiang Yuan put down the metal detector, opened his laptop, and pulled up the photo of Qi Penghu again.

“Send it out to everyone.” Yu Wenshu made an acknowledging sound and began to arrange it.

Several police cars had already started wailing.

Jiang Yuan withdrew his gaze, his heart that had been pounding wildly calming down.

He wasn’t worried about the chase at all; given the current situation and the quality of the officers, it would be very difficult for him to escape.

The times have changed, and the same goes for fugitives.