National Forensic Doctor
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439: Chapter 405: Search 439: Chapter 405: Search “Come on, get a good shot of this over here.” Mu Zhiyang holding a shield, asked the crime scene technician to carefully photograph the dent on the shield.

The dent was made by a bullet, exactly at the transparent upper part, not very obvious, but it was indeed hit at close range.

Judging by the height of the shield, Tian Xiang’s shot was pretty accurate, likely aiming for Mu Zhiyang’s neck or chin.

Right at the spots without protection.

“That was a really accurate shot.

Very dangerous,” Zheng Tianxin also came up to the scene and looked at Mu Zhiyang’s shield.

Mu Zhiyang smiled and said, “I’m wearing a bulletproof vest, I only need to protect my head, if he aimed for the legs, maybe it would have made a difference, but I’ve been hit by bullets before, much tougher than this measly Type 77, it would be impressive if it could even slow me down.”

The bullet that hit Mu Zhiyang previously was from a 9mm NZ75, which was indeed much more powerful than this one.

But a bullet is a bullet, and being shot is being shot; when it comes to commendations, one shot counts for one shot.

Now that the danger was over, Zheng Tianxin looked at Mu Zhiyang and couldn’t help but nod, “It’s good to be young and full of vigor.

Hmm, let’s get a few more shots of Xiao Mu, can’t let the bullet go to waste!”

He was giving out favors with the tide.

If Mu Zhiyang hadn’t been shot, that would still be charging bravely into gunfire.

Now that he’d been hit, it truly was charging headlong through a hail of bullets, and he couldn’t escape getting a third-class merit award for it.

Jiang Yuan also walked up, wearing a mask and shoe covers, and offered his consolation: “You’ve worked hard.”

Upon reaching Mu Zhiyang, Jiang Yuan also looked at the shield, then smiling at Mu Zhiyang, said, “I’ll recommend you for a commendation.”

Mu Zhiyang wanted just that, grinning so wide his mouth could split, and said coyly, “I just did some trivial work.”

Zheng Tianxin watched and laughed, “If the higher-ups were to say that, you’d be furious.

From now on, try to pay more attention to personal safety.”

Had it not been for Mu Zhiyang and others volunteering eagerly, and Jiang Yuan’s support, Zheng Tianxin most likely would not have agreed so readily to let them go directly.

Mu Zhiyang smiled calmly and said, “No big deal.

In these few years of being a cop, I get injured practically every year; aside from being shot, I’ve been cut by knives on my arms and legs, hit by an electric scooter while chasing a suspect, struck by rocks during riots, nearly drowned while responding to a suicide case when I got dragged into the water…

Oh, and been bitten by a dog, scratched by a cat, even nibbled by a hamster.

Each of those instances was more dangerous than this, and not once did I get any commendation for bravery.”

Mu Zhiyang then looked at Jiang Yuan, pledging his loyalty: “If I feared hardship, exhaustion, or death, I wouldn’t have joined Jiang Yuan’s Cold Case Squad.”

Zheng Tianxin felt inexplicably envious—why didn’t the young recruits in his own Criminal Police Brigade have this kind of spirit?

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The large retinue escorted the delirious suspect Tian Xiang back.

Because of getting shot, Mu Zhiyang also returned to the Criminal Police Brigade to go through the procedures, while Jiang Yuan, with several crime scene technicians, continued to examine the Tian household for traces.

The suspect was caught, but to build a complete chain of evidence for the upcoming prosecution, this task, naturally, was the responsibility of the crime scene technicians, forensic doctors, and other criminal investigation personnel.

And for now, finding the murder weapon was paramount.

This case involved many elements related to the murder weapon, and it was the same weapon.

Establishing links to other cases, like the buried body case, and determining the presence of a second and third assailant, all hinged on the same weapon.

In such a case, finding the murder weapon would solidify a strong foundation for the case.

Of course, now Jiang Yuan and others could understand why the killer didn’t change weapons—it’s because he killed too many people; changing weapons seemed unnecessary.

Moreover, tasks like dismemberment required highly effective tools, and switching to an ineffective knife meant dealing with the old knife, purchasing a new one, and thus it was easier not to switch at all.

In fact, the special task force still wasn’t quite clear on exactly how many bodies there were.

At this point, the information about the remaining bodies would most likely have to be extracted through interrogation.

The screening by Xu Taining had essentially come to an end.

Wang Chuanxing, Tang Jia and others, armed with Metal Detectors, roamed all over the house, probing places like walls and wardrobes.

The Metal Detectors supplied by the Luyang City Bureau were long rod-shaped, almost like a police baton, and could be extended or retracted.

In an emergency situation, they could probably be swung around a couple of times.

These worked with a probe at the front, more flexible than the mine detectors used by sappers, although it was unclear how much less sensitive they were in comparison.

Wang Chuanxing and the others conducted their search thoroughly.

Among the three suspects, Tian Xiang was the most reclusive and had the strongest counter-surveillance abilities, or rather, among the three, only Tian Xiang had notable counter-surveillance skills.

This alone set his status apart from the rest.

The search of his house, naturally, had to be more meticulous.

On the other hand, seeing Mu Zhiyang having made a breakthrough, the likes of Wang Chuanxing felt a tinge of envy and were also eager to make some discovery.

The police profession is a challenging one to advance in, similar to those in public service roles like teachers or doctors.

The likelihood of becoming a leader is meager, with many serving for a decade or more, becoming seasoned professionals and core members of their units, yet only achieving positions like a small team leader—roles like a middle team leader in the detective squadron, a large team leader in the criminal police brigade, or a subject head in the language department—merely leading by example in their work.

However, people need a sense of honor and opportunity for advancement.

Winning commendations or getting rank evaluations, all serve this purpose.

For young people like Wang Chuanxing, these were their professional “targets”.

Several officers from the Luyang City Criminal Police Brigade, working in pairs, were also diligently searching and examining the area.

In cases like No.

805, during the search phase, there’s no need to worry about restoring things to their original places.

If necessary, even the bed could be lifted aside or turned over without any issue.

Wang Chuanxing, observing their thorough search, took the mine detector and started to follow along the walls.

While circling around, the detector began to beep.

“There’s a secret door,” Wang Chuanxing tried pushing and pulling here and there, and sure enough, he managed to slide a wardrobe aside, revealing a narrow door over a meter wide.

The door was locked, but after calling someone to unlock it, they saw a dark room inside, over two meters in width and length.

In the corner of the dark room, there were two dog cages, and inside each cage, two women were crouched naked, with their hands, feet, and mouths bound.

The sudden influx of light made the two women panicked and frightened.

At the same time, Wang Chuanxing’s emotions shifted from excitement to calmness, and then to a certain numbness.

This damn world!

“Call an ambulance over,” said Tang Jia as she looked back before attending to unlocking the cages.

She helped remove the gags from the women’s mouths and whispered gently, “We are the police, you’ve been saved.”

The women couldn’t help but cry.

The woman next to them, whose gag hadn’t been removed yet, started to wail.

Tang Jia hurried to remove the gag from the other woman, and then the two of them began crying even more freely.

Wang Chuanxing found the switch for the overhead light on the side of the door and turned it on.

A chopping knife about half an arm in length was hanging on the wall, thin in the front, thick at the back, its blade covered with mottled stains.