National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 413 - 413 380 Uncle Seven

413: Chapter 380: Uncle Seven 413: Chapter 380: Uncle Seven Jiang Yuan’s Accumulated Case Team office.

Wang Chuanxing, Tang Jia, and others were looking through the case files, constantly taking notes on their notebooks.

They were responsible for finding cases, but as Chinese New Year approached and due to limited conditions, selecting cases had become a bit more challenging.

At the several desks beside them, Shen Yaowei and a few people were furiously writing reports.

A momentary pleasure in cracking a case, a feast of report writing ensues.

This time they had even utilized firearms and borrowed the Anti-Riot Squad; even though there hadn’t been incidents like shootouts, the reports they had to write were inescapable.

Of course, Jiang Yuan could be a little more relaxed, even finding time to read and enrich himself.

The office in the afternoon was warm and cozy, as if feeling the lifespan extending just by lying in the sun.

Jiang Yuan casually opened a WeChat group on his computer, occasionally checking the chat content.

In the “Loving Family” and “Jiang Village People” groups, they were discussing New Year goods and setting off fireworks.

In the “Shan Nan Fingerprint Exchange Group”, they were also talking about report writing, commendations, and other trivial matters.

As the New Year holiday was approaching, it seemed that criminals were also taking an early break.

Thinking about it, those who had worked hard and successfully on their crimes were well prepared for the New Year two months in advance; it was just too perfect.

If they’ve chosen to break the law, their working hours must be short, and their hourly wage must be high.

If they were to celebrate the New Year according to a shift schedule, they might as well go tighten screws.

Of course, there were always some who hadn’t done well enough this year or wanted to do a little better.

Coupled with many people’s unstable moods, sporadic cases would always occur.

These cases were mostly crimes of passion and property violations, often slightly ill-prepared, making them not too difficult to solve.

And those that couldn’t be solved… well, they’d have to wait until after the New Year.

Jiang Yuan glanced at WeChat and read his book, soon feeling a bit drowsy.

After napping for half an hour, Jiang Yuan quickly wiped his face and sat upright.

If he wanted to nap every day, he could just stay at home; why bother coming to work?

It was, in a way, a contribution to the country’s economic stimulation for Jiang Village People to encourage consumption.

Definitely, the limited working hours left this year must not be wasted napping; that would be too extravagant.

Jiang Yuan fiddled with the computer, then looked at the screen again, only to see several people in the Jiang Village People group complaining:

[I was wondering where the wine in my basement went, and this person just straight-up carried it away?]

[What’s impressive is they came for a second haul, apparently tired from carrying by hand last time, they brought a bicycle to move it.]

[Man, I need to check the surveillance myself, too.

I knew something was off with the stuff in my garage; last time I searched for a toolbox and it almost killed me.

But our surveillance has gaps!]

When Jiang Yuan saw “our surveillance has gaps,” he immediately felt more awake.

The surveillance in Jiangcun Residential Area was set up under his design and supervision; it couldn’t possibly have gaps.

Jiang Yuan immediately stood up, pulled out his phone, and called his dad.

A few sensitive-minded police officers noticed Jiang Yuan’s actions and perked up their ears.

Then they heard Jiang Yuan start with, “Dad…”

The officers all showed disappointed expressions.

Jiang Yuan stood up and headed out, asking as he walked, “I saw in the group chat that some people say there are gaps in the surveillance, what’s that about?”

Jiang Fuzhen laughed and said, “That guy from house number seven…

he was just having his garage redecorated.

Everyone thought the garage wasn’t bright enough, so they hired someone for some lighting projects and whatnot.

With the workers coming and going, the guy in number seven piled up twenty to thirty boxes of wine in his garage, didn’t bother to move them upstairs, and some workers walked off with a few boxes.”

“Has he reported it?” Jiang Yuan asked.

“Each box of wine is over three thousand, and about five or six were lost, that’s about 20,000 yuan, should he report it?”

“Might as well.

20,000 yuan is enough for the criminal police to take action,” Jiang Yuan said, then paused.

“Or I could go take a look.”

To the police in the county, 20,000 yuan was a major case.

The most common property crimes in the county involved thefts of mobile phones and electric scooters, with most cases being under 2,000 yuan and on the cusp of filing a report.

But once the amount exceeded 3,000 yuan, it was almost certain to be filed, which often meant that no mere single item had been stolen.

Jiang Fuzhen felt it made sense to utilize Jiang Yuan.

Other household’s kids became chefs and could cook for the village when they returned, or mechanics who could fix cars for the villagers; Jiang Yuan was a police officer, so it was perfectly right for him to solve cases for the village when he returned.

Moreover, coinciding with the Chinese New Year, it was the perfect time for the local heroes of the village to shine.

After thinking it over, Jiang Fuzhen said, “Alright then.

Your uncle number seven has been scolded quite a bit by your auntie.

It’s one thing to invite people to drink; it’s certainly not okay for him to be lazy and leave the wine in the garage to be stolen.

I’ll tell your uncle to report it, and you see when you can come over, alone or with some people?”

“I’ll take a few people back with me,” Jiang Yuan, still a technician, suggested.

Even for a crime scene investigation, it was better to have someone else there to lend a hand.

Moreover, operating solo was generally frowned upon both for safety reasons and because team efforts help solidify the evidence chain.

Protect oneself, protect the suspect.

With an “En” of acknowledgment, Jiang Fuzhen naturally offered, “Then come home for dinner.”

At this moment, in Jiang Fuzhen’s subconscious, his son coming home to help his uncle solve a case was as normal as his uncle’s son coming home to help with frying chicken.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yuan returned to the office and summoned Mu Zhiyang, saying, “My uncle’s place got robbed of a few boxes of alcohol, worth about 20,000 yuan.

They’re probably reporting it to the police now.

Shall we go take a look?

We’ll have dinner at my place in the evening.”

“Sure!” Mu Zhiyang agreed without hesitation.

Upon seeing this, Wang Chuanxing stood up without a second’s delay.

Before he could speak, Tang Jia interjected in falsetto, “Captain Jiang, take me with you too, won’t you?”

“I want to go too,” Dong Bing volunteered, not wanting to be left behind.

Jiang Yuan hesitated for a moment, “It’s just a case worth 20,000 yuan…”

“I just want to learn from you, Captain Jiang.

The size of the case doesn’t matter,” Tang Jia said unabashedly in falsetto.

“Me too,” Wang Chuanxing chimed in hastily, fearing he wouldn’t get a chance if he didn’t speak up now.

Dong Bing didn’t give Jiang Yuan a chance to hesitate, eagerly adding, “Captain Jiang, we all stay in the dorms in Ningtai County and usually eat in the cafeteria.

You might as well take us to the village for a meal.

Besides, our team doesn’t have any cases at the moment.

I’d rather solve cases than lie in the dorm browsing short videos.”

“Me too,” Wang Chuanxing seconded immediately.

“Alright then,” said Jiang Yuan, looking at the time.

He got up and said, “Let’s count heads and see how many cars we need to take back.”

“I’ll share a car with you,” Liu Jinghui also stood up.

Jiang Yuan felt a bit embarrassed and said, “Director Liu, this is at most a petty theft case…”

“I also live alone in the dormitory…” Liu Jinghui spread his hands.

“I didn’t consider that…” Jiang Yuan apologized and added, “Let’s improve the meal tonight then.

I’ll ask my father to prepare some vegetables.”

In the Jiang family’s pot, there was always meat stewing; only vegetables required special preparation.

…

Afternoon.

A caravan of five cars arrived at Jiangcun Residential Area.

Jiang Fuzhen personally greeted them at the entrance of the residential area and led the five cars into the underground parking garage.

The blue-painted underground garage ceiling was fitted with strip lights, making it quite bright.

The center of the garage had open parking spaces, some private, some temporary.

Private parking spaces with roller shutter doors surrounded the garage; virtually every household had several.

Some were filled with cars, others with stored belongings.

The garage belonging to the uncle was of the latter type.

By the time Jiang Yuan and others had parked their cars, the Jiangcun locals, who had been at the supermarket near the entrance, had all shifted their attention to the garage, each one curiously looking around.

Jiang Yuan got out of the car still in his police uniform.

After clearing his throat, he led Mu Zhiyang towards the uncle’s garage, ready to investigate.

The other officers alighted from their cars in a flurry, a group of seventeen or eighteen people—some standing with hands behind their backs, others with arms crossed, and some with hands in pockets—were not making any move to go inside but rather wandered around the vacant spaces in the middle.

Seeing Jiang Yuan’s back in his police uniform and the crowd of officers, the villagers began to buzz with speculation:

“Did Old Seven lose something?”

“Something lost that warrants this many people—did they lose their soul?”

“Old Seven didn’t die, did he?”

“Hard to say, he might’ve been scared to death.”

“Maybe his wife beat him to death.”

“Hope it’s not a dismemberment…”