National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 411 - 411 378 Supply Chain

411: Chapter 378 Supply Chain 411: Chapter 378 Supply Chain Liu Jinghui speculated on the identities and relationship between Number One and Number Two in various ways.

The most plausible guess was that the two were old acquaintances who met by chance, but Number Two, for reasons like drug use or something else, developed a murderous intent.

Jiang Yuan did not oppose his speculation, but when it came to the actual case investigation, Jiang Yuan still preferred to follow the evidence.

The current evidence was the surveillance footage.

Surveillance in Ningtai County was quite comprehensive.

The density in the urban areas might not be higher than in Changyang City, but because of the newer and fully equipped systems, which were configured more rationally, it was definitely superior to that of Changyang City.

Additionally, it was extremely convenient to have a group of people pulled together to view footage for case-solving purposes.

In other cities, criminal police are usually so busy that only for major cases such as homicides are they able to assemble a large number of people.

Once the homicide investigation is over, they still have to do their regular work, so there are few who can scrutinize footage as meticulously as they do in Ningtai County.

Therefore, members of the special case team continued to watch footage day and night.

Nor did any officer complain about fatigue or hardship.

Normal case investigations were just like that.

The three treasures of criminal investigation are namely surveillance, mobile phones, and DNA.

Number One and Number Two’s DNA didn’t reveal anything useful, and they were both careful with their mobile phone use, so that left only the footage.

Jiang Yuan’s adoption of the footage strategy actually aligned more with everyone’s expectations.

As for the fatigue, being a criminal officer meant that either your legs got tired, or your eyes did; if neither were tired, you were likely to get hurt instead.

Soon, by analyzing the surveillance videos, the members of the special case team had figured out the actions of the two individuals over the past few days.

Tang Jia turned those into a comparative timetable and stuck it on the wall; without Liu Jinghui’s involvement, everyone could see the subtleties.

The day before Number One’s death, around 10 p.m., the night they met by accident, they both had records of leaving their homes.

“The two of them were kilometers apart; let’s find the transportation they used,” Liu Jinghui said, spotting the clue and instantly getting to work.

Wang Chuanxing responded with a grunt, “We’re also looking for that, but the clarity of the night surveillance is a bit affected, and we don’t know where the two got on the transport.”

“Pull up all the taxis that passed by nearby,” Liu Jinghui instructed as he looked towards Jiang Yuan, asking, “Can you do image enhancement?”

“I can, but in the nighttime environment, you definitely won’t be able to see faces,” Jiang Yuan replied, still slightly behind on Liu Jinghui’s train of thought.

“You don’t need to see faces—seeing the license plate is enough,” Liu Jinghui said.

“For around 10 p.m., find all the license plates of taxis that passed within half an hour, and just call to ask directly.

Show the drivers the photos.”

Wang Chuanxing was startled by the suggestion, and quickly asked, “What if they used ride-hailing services?”

“These types of people don’t like using ride-hailing services—the maps are too detailed and there are too many dash cams.

However, if we can’t find the people with taxis, we can just ask the ride-hailing companies for the vehicles that passed by during that time period,” Liu Jinghui spoke with experience, as he had used this method in many cases.

Jiang Yuan doing image enhancement was naturally no problem.

Sitting down at the computer, with a series of operations, he enhanced the footage of all the taxis that passed by during the specified time and obtained their license plates.

Tang Jia took the license plates, immediately started making calls, added the drivers on WeChat, and sent them photos of the two deceased.

Not long after, they received feedback.

“Two cars, both brought them to the same hot pot restaurant—Lakeside Old Hot Pot,” Tang Jia hastily returned to report.

Liu Jinghui laughed, “Number Two really likes hot pot.

He had hot pot with Number One the day before, killed Number One the next day, and then ate hot pot on his own…”

“Let’s go take a look,” he said.

In truth, Jiang Yuan was also tired of watching footage.

Reviewing surveillance from over a hundred cameras could indeed blind a person.

That’s why police dislike looking for mobile phones—surveillance systems aren’t as useful as one might imagine.

Having finally located a new scene, Jiang Yuan did not hesitate to lead the way there.

This hot pot restaurant was built in the suburbs, not small in size, constructed adjacent to an artificial lake, and along the lake’s edge, there were nearly twenty tables.

“Criminal Investigation Division,” Mu Zhiyang announced his credentials and proceeded inside.

The hot pot restaurant was not busy outside of meal times, and the sudden arrival of a group of police officers immediately attracted everyone’s attention.

A waiter at the front desk bowed his head and began to walk towards the kitchen.

Wang Chuanxing noticed and immediately shouted, “Hold on, don’t move.

Stand right there.”

Instead of stopping, the waiter started to run as soon as he was called out.

The whole process, if analyzed using a precise term, should be called a “police chase.”

Not just Wang Chuanxing, but also Mu Zhiyang, Tang Jia, Dong Bing, and the others followed suit and took off running.

Their motivation wasn’t purely to seize the credit, but mainly because they couldn’t stand to see a criminal suspect act so brazenly in the face of the police and still attempt to flee so boldly.

Four or five people pounced at once, which frightened the waiter so much that he became clumsy, stumbling as he jumped out the window.

Wang Chuanxing executed a hurdle jump and landed on top of the male waiter.

What followed was the traditional police dogpile talent show.

Jiang Yuan was shielded by Shen Yaowei and the others until the fleeing waiter was handcuffed before he stepped forward.

“Why did you run?” Meng Chengbiao was still hiding behind Jiang Yuan, now coming out slowly.

The male waiter remained silent.

“What’s your name?” Meng Chengbiao asked with a cheery smile, but he was asking another waiter nearby.

The person next to him was also a bit panicked; it was odd to see a colleague who was chatting and laughing ten minutes ago now being held up by several big men.

“Li Qingsong.” The manager came over, provided the name, and asked, “What’s going on?”

Meng Chengbiao didn’t say anything, merely saying, “Gather your staff, we have a few questions to ask.

Also, let us borrow a room.”

The manager hesitated for a moment, then pointed to a private room.

Meng Chengbiao had Li Qingsong, the male waiter, taken to the private room and then took out a drug test rapid test kit to test Li Qingsong.

“I don’t use drugs.” Li Qingsong was getting anxious.

“Have you been tested?” Meng Chengbiao smiled.

Li Qingsong was taken aback by the question, and it took him a while to realize what was asked, whispering, “I’ve seen it, seen others use it.”

“Ordinary people usually haven’t seen it.” Meng Chengbiao chuckled twice, not waiting for Li Qingsong’s explanation, pulled out some hair, stuffed it into the test kit, and said, “If you confess now, it’s considered surrender.

If it shows up in the test, it’s not.”

Li Qingsong lowered his head again.

“Is there surveillance in the store?” Shen Yaowei opened the door and asked the manager, receiving an affirmative response.

Without Jiang Yuan’s instruction, several people naturally went to the computer to adjust the surveillance footage.

Li Qingsong feigned composure.

Soon, Shen Yaowei returned.

“Number one has been here.

He came with a backpack and didn’t take it when he left.

Where is it?” Shen Yaowei directly asked Li Qingsong.

Hearing about the backpack, Li Qingsong’s eyes already shifted.

“Speak up, or we’ll bring in the sniffer dogs,” Meng Chengbiao said in a very relaxed tone.

Li Qingsong looked around and finally said, “I stuffed it in the kitchen.”

Meng Chengbiao gave Wang Chuanxing a meaningful glance while asking, “What’s inside?”

“Ice.” Li Qingsong’s eyes drooped.

“How much?”

“One kilogram.” Li Qingsong seemed to have given up, his body going limp.

Meng Chengbiao knew he was in the midst of prime interrogation time and immediately pressed on, “Where was it going?”

“I don’t know, I was only responsible for delivering it to the courier service,” Li Qingsong said.

Meng Chengbiao understood immediately, asking, “Who’s your inside guy?”

Packages coming in and out of courier services are subject to inspection; common people mailing packages can generally ensure they contain no hazardous materials.

But to ship drugs usually requires a complicit internal staff member.

Li Qingsong had already said so much and was not beating around the bush anymore, simply saying, “Wang Luo.”

“I’ll call Director Huang,” Jiang Yuan said, as there were few people left around him, and it would be better to directly deploy someone rather than try to catch them now.

However, the central issue had now shifted from making arrests to making a bust or, in other words, taking down this drug trafficking chain was the urgent priority at hand.