National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 440 - 440 406 The Departed is Gone

440: Chapter 406 The Departed is Gone 440: Chapter 406 The Departed is Gone Afternoon.

In the time when sunlight was most abundant, Jiang Yuan arrived at the funeral parlor in Luyang.

The two-story forensic building, exposed in the light, seemed to emit an eerie aura, stretching out its entirety.

Mei Fang wore a white lab coat, leaning against the door, waiting for Jiang Yuan.

That image would’ve probably made for quite a nice photo composition if it were a woman.

But now it was a male forensic doctor with a potbelly and a beard, his hair a disheveled mess, which kind of unnerved people a bit.

Mei Fang seemed very enthusiastic though, coming up with a broad smile, saying, “Captain Jiang, both I and these five bodies have been waiting for you.

I thought you’d come in the morning.”

“I was inspecting Tian Xiang’s house yesterday, and the work lasted until the evening,” explained Jiang Yuan, who performed the on-site investigation as a crime scene investigator or trace examiner.

Since there were no bodies or deceased at Tian Xiang’s home, a purely forensic doctor like Mei Fang didn’t need to go.

Mei Fang uttered words of commiseration twice and asked, “How’s the interrogation going?”

“Chen Youdi has recovered and started to spill.

The runaway, Zhang Hai, was also caught; he even used a fake ID but was so flustered that a railway police officer encountered him, and a few words revealed his true identity,” Jiang Yuan said, shaking his head.

The psychological states of these two were even less stable than that of an average adult, but they were capable of a brutality that normal people couldn’t commit.

Mu Zhiyang had followed Jiang Yuan and, picking up on his discourse, said, “That officer got lucky, nabbing a third-class merit effortlessly.”

“Railway police have always been the best at capturing fugitives.

It’s their profession, after all,” Mei Fang took a glance at Mu Zhiyang and continued, “Just like the rumors going around about Jiang Yuan’s Cold Case Squad, having someone around who’s ‘bullet magnet’.”

When Mu Zhiyang first got injured, he would browse various online groups to see what people said about him, but now he was even more nonchalant, replying, “Fear for your brothers’ hardships and yet envy their distinctions.

I understand.”

Mei Fang burst into laughter, “I want to post this in the group chat.”

“Then I certainly won’t acknowledge it,” Mu Zhiyang retorted smartly with a laugh.

Mei Fang sounded a bit disappointed, but still praised, “Worthy of being Ningtai’s shield.”

Mu Zhiyang pondered for a moment, his mouth curving into an involuntary smile.

…

The dissection room.

Mei Fang rolled a body over and proceeded to explain, “We’ll start with number five; the other bodies are still being categorized by separate parts,” he said cheerfully.

The fifth body was found in Chen Youdi’s house, and only a part of it; where the rest was buried was still unknown.

After Jiang Yuan had inspected Chen Youdi’s house, he’d been hot on the heels of the search at Tian Xiang’s home, leaving no time for an autopsy on number five, Wang Leqin—the name was given by Chen Youdi, who, after seeing the murder weapon and photos of Tian Xiang in the interrogation room, had an emotional breakdown, swinging to another extreme, which only made the interrogation easier.

“The age is also around 30 years old.

Height should be about 175 centimeters, and weight around 50 kilograms; the height and weight ratio is quite distinctive.

Maybe there were other choices for the body disposal site?” Jiang Yuan measured the metrics himself while Mu Zhiyang kept record and speculated along.

The main parts of Wang Leqin’s body missing were the upper torso.

It was even difficult to determine whether the killers had resorted to disposing of the body, as both arms were left intact; hence, only the spinal column and sternum presented a disposal challenge.

Yet, compared to long bones, the spinal column and sternum could actually be processed with household tools and machinery.

In this regard, the killers didn’t need to read books; a hack at the time of dismemberment would give them a fair idea of the bone hardness.

Fresh femurs, for instance, couldn’t be chopped with regular kitchen knives, but the sternum and such weren’t as tough.

Of course, there are time and physical costs involved.

The three perpetrators, over the years, had been dismembering bodies in Chen Youdi’s barn, not only accumulating substantial experience but also finding the location suitable for prolonged dismembering.

As at least the fifth victim, body number five had allowed the trio to amass a great deal of expertise.

Tian Xiang might still be researching and developing in this area.

In Jiang Yuan’s view, among the trio, Tian Xiang should be the initiator and the mastermind.

He specifically sought out two timid, greedy, and lustful old men, likely selected from the clients of prostitutes.

Zhang Hai, because he worked in an establishment and looked like a decent man, was responsible for choosing and abducting wayward girls, as well as burying the bodies.

Chen Youdi largely participated because he had a house with a yard and was a lonely old man, thus he took on the role of the jailer.

Tian Xiang himself must have had a considerable degree of psychological illness; he was responsible for killing and dismembering, and probably also for planning the crimes.

Tian Xiang must have had an intense need for both slaughter and sex.

Overall, this is the infancy of a native crime syndicate that grew wildly without experience or a learning model, training themselves.

If they hadn’t been caught this time, Jiang Yuan estimated, in another year or two, they would be retrieving the bodies.

How Zhang Hai originally buried the bodies is how they would be recovered now, and after reprocessing, the likelihood of being discovered again would greatly decrease.

The fact that they never discarded or buried the heads is telling.

Pointing to him would also be very difficult.

However, the adage that plans never keep up with changes is the norm for criminals.

Every criminal, when deciding to commit a crime, especially a violent one, even those who habitually lose things like buying groceries, would engage in what they believe to be thorough consideration and planning.

As for the execution, that’s a different story.

In fact, one can relate to this by looking at college entrance exams.

Those who are late, forget their admission tickets, go to the wrong exam center, don’t bring stationery, faint in the exam hall, and those who can’t perform up to their training level during the exams are generally not suitable for murder.

You have three years to prepare for the college entrance exams, yet the outcome is often unsatisfactory.

If a murder is carried out unsatisfactorily, the consequence could be deadly.

Jiang Yuan examined the body thoroughly and then said, “The internal organs are basically gone, but fortunately we have the head, so we can see the chopping marks…

and they match the murder weapon…”

Mei Fang assisted while nodding.

The surface examination of the body was completed quickly.

Mei Fang then moved the head slightly, used an electric saw to cut open the skull, removed the brain for examination, and then for slicing…

The autopsy proceeded unhurriedly.

As it was almost finished, a blue ball rolled into Jiang Yuan’s hands.

The legacy of Wang Leqin — Yoga (LV2): Wang Leqin had always been the most beautiful girl in the crowd, proud and independent, striving for a better life, and to see a more vibrant world during her most attractive years.

The world then showed her its most splendid and tender side.

However, as the refined features lost their luster, the doors that had once opened wide began to close gradually.

Wang Leqin learned makeup, tried plastic surgery, and began practicing yoga…

All her efforts failed to bring back the world’s tenderness.

Customers started to grow indifferent and quibbling.

The tolerance and kindness she took for granted began to dissipate.

In the end, only during moments of performing yoga could Wang Leqin feel a semblance of peace.

Jiang Yuan sighed quietly to himself.

“Wait a moment, let me check the other bodies,” Jiang Yuan said as he took off his gloves and put on a new pair before pulling open the freezer containing several other bodies.

Only in the fourth body’s freezer was there a blue ball that flowed into Jiang Yuan’s palm.

The legacy of Cai Yan — Toddler Communication Technique (LV1): After unexpectedly giving birth, Cai Yan could only send her child to be raised by her sister.

Her sister worked away from home, living a difficult life and disliking Cai Yan’s career choice, but still took on the task of childcare.

Cai Yan traveled across the country, visiting her child only after long intervals, yet the child kept calling “Mommy, mommy” incessantly.

Cai Yan began to learn how to communicate with toddlers, planning to earn enough money and move to the city where her sister worked to educate her child and lead a normal life.

Jiang Yuan pushed the freezer back and thought for a moment before turning to Mu Zhiyang and saying, “Please compile the details of these victims and contact their families to see if there are any children or parents who need care and support.”

“Okay,” Mu Zhiyang responded.

Mei Fang had more on his mind and said softly, “Um…

Captain Jiang, actually, we from the Luyang Criminal Police Brigade can take care of this task.”

“Then go ahead with it.

In a couple of days, coordinate with Mu Zhiyang and sync a copy of the information to me,” Jiang Yuan waved his hand, “Go get the samples.”