National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 443 - 443 409 Making a Wish

443: Chapter 409: Making a Wish 443: Chapter 409: Making a Wish “You are police officers, so you can solve cases and arrest people, right?” Cai Mian’s expression was one of suffering, years of hard labor had etched crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes, spreading across her entire face.

She was under 40 but looked as if she were in her sixties or seventies.

Jiang Yuan grunted an affirmative, “We can.”

He did not mention any conditions or restrictions.

The information to hand had already made it clear: Cai Mian’s level of education was not high, and she likely did not understand much about the internal requirements of the system.

So, Jiang Yuan simply gave the most direct answer.

Cai Mian’s eyes lit up as she asked in a low voice, “Then…

can you help me arrest someone?”

“Who?” Jiang Yuan leaned forward a bit.

Mu Zhiyang, Tang Jia, and Gao Yuyan, who had come with him, all sat up straight too.

Despite being a low-level cleaner, the ugliness of humanity that Cai Mian had witnessed in her position was far more than what the average office worker had seen.

The seriousness on the faces of Xu Xuewu, the captain of the detective squad from Miao He County, and Qian Mingyu also deepened.

Although they were a bit worried that Cai Mian might be opening a can of worms, on the other hand, Xu Xuewu was hoping to leverage Cai Mian’s situation to get Jiang Yuan involved in several more major cases.

Amidst their own conflicted feelings, they heard Cai Mian whisper, “Could you trouble yourselves to…

arrest my ex-husband?”

The 60-square-meter rental apartment was as quiet as a morgue.

After a while, Tang Jia stepped forward and said, “Sister Cai, regarding your ex-husband, has he committed any criminal acts?

I mean, has he broken the law?”

Speaking in a soft voice, Tang Jia grabbed hold of Cai Mian’s hand.

Felling an unusual tenderness, Cai Mian became agitated, “He…

he doesn’t give me living expenses and he beat me.”

“Living expenses mean alimony, right?” Tang Jia clarified.

“Yes.

He doesn’t take care of the kids either and won’t pay for their schooling.

Whenever I ask him for money, he hits me,” Cai Mian’s voice grew louder.

“Did you get hurt?

Did he hit you anywhere?” Tang Jia spoke with a calming voice.

“He kicked my leg and pushed me,” Cai Mian rolled up her pants to show her rough leg skin, but no injuries were visible.

Tang Jia crouched down to look closely and asked, “When did he hit you?”

“Half a year ago,” Cai Mian said.

Jiang Yuan, who was ready to examine the injuries, paused upon hearing this.

A kick injury from half a year ago would definitely not be visible by now.

In any case, even if it was visible, at most it would be a minor injury.

Without constituting a minor injury of the second degree, injuries actually wouldn’t warrant much compensation.

The idea of receiving a car for getting slapped, for example, is generally unfeasible.

Even if one gets slapped a dozen times or kicked until limping, as long as there is no substantial injury, such as a ruptured eardrum or a ten-centimeter long wound on the leg, or a cumulative fifteen-centimeter wound, the beating would essentially be endured for nothing.

In reality, even if the injuries did amount to a minor injury of the second degree, how much compensation could be obtained depended on the assailant’s financial situation.

If the perpetrator had no money to pay, the victim would not only get nothing, but might also fail to recover medical expenses.

Even if the perpetrator had some money but preferred to go to jail or could endure a few extra months of imprisonment without begging for a letter of forgiveness, then at most the victim would only recover the cost of medical treatment.

For Cai Mian, the conflicts with her ex-husband could only lead to mediation at the police station; even administrative detention was unlikely.

Of course, some alimony could always be claimed.

Hence, Tang Jia looked at Jiang Yuan and suggested, “How about Gao and I go and look for her ex-husband, help her get some alimony back?”

“Yes, Wang Chuanxing will go too,” Jiang Yuan said, then turned to Xu Xuewu, the captain beside him.

Xu Xuewu laughed and said, “For this kind of situation, it’s most appropriate for the police station to get involved.

Just give me a moment to make a call.”

Everyone then relaxed.

Seeing Jiang Yuan and his team’s sincerity in helping her, Cai Mian called her two kids to come out and greet the officers.

Cai Mian’s daughter, three years older than Cai Yan’s daughter, was already in fourth grade and beyond the age where child communication tactics were effective.

Cai Yan’s seven-year-old daughter was still within the range of such tactics, but just barely.

Both children were good-looking and seemed well-behaved, but they appeared somewhat afraid upon seeing several police officers in uniform.

The older child mustered the courage to ask, “Are you here to arrest my mom?”

“No, we are your mom’s friends, here to help her,” Tang Jia responded with a smile.

“Are you here to arrest my dad?” the fourth-grade girl asked again.

Tang Jia fell silent, thinking to herself that they were indeed there to arrest her father, but that was at her mother’s request.

The girl, sensitive by nature, immediately sensed something was amiss and looked at Cai Mian, saying, “Mom, if you send Dad to jail, he’ll be even less able to make money.”

“He’s just wasting his days away in internet cafes; when has he ever gone out to earn money?

He just comes to see you and gives you those sweet drinks, hitting me and asking me for money all the time…” Cai Yan said, growing a bit angry, “I get up at four in the morning to sweep the streets, and in the afternoon I collect cardboard and bottles to provide food and clothing for you two, to send you to school.

Your dad’s healthy and just lies there playing; why should he?”

As Cai Yan spoke, she started to cry again and explained to Jiang Yuan and the others, “Before, my sister would send me some money every now and then for milk powder, diapers, children’s clothes, and weaning food.

Everything costs money, and now my sister is gone too…

my poor sister…”

When the mother started crying, both of the children began to cry as well.

The sight of the mother and daughters hugging each other and weeping brought a heavy air of sorrow into the room.

Xu Xuewu began to send messages with his head lowered, considering the current situation, the police station had to be cautious as well.

Jiang Yuan used his child communication skills and turned to look at the first-grader girl, “Cai Yuan, what is your wish?

Uncle can try to help you.”

“Then…

I want my Guihua back,” the little girl Cai Yuan said, looking up.

“Guihua?”

“Guihua is the dog we raised for the kids,” Cai Yan sighed and said, “During the chaos of the New Year’s, with the door being left open, Guihua ran away.

We searched for several days but couldn’t find her.”

“Police uncle, please,” Cai Yan’s daughter Cai Yuan begged, eyes wide as she looked at Jiang Yuan.

At that moment, the long-missed system interface popped up in front of Jiang Yuan:

Task: Find the dog.

Task description: Guihua is Cai Yuan’s pet and her friend.

Right now, Cai Yuan’s greatest wish is to find Guihua.

Fulfill it.

Task reward: Skull Restoration Skill (LV3)

Jiang Yuan looked at the system interface, silent.

Honestly, the Skull Restoration Skill is truly an advanced technology.

Even if it’s not LV3, just the LV1 beginner’s level, it was unknown if anyone in Shannan Province had it.

To master the Skull Restoration Skill, one needed not only the corresponding knowledge of anatomy but also a high requirement for manual skills.

You needed a foundation in sculpture, artistic skills, computer and forensic levels couldn’t be lacking; it was a typical demand for a compound talent, the kind that generally wouldn’t be satisfied with a forensic doctor’s salary level.

On the other hand, the power of the Skull Restoration Skill was simple, direct, and raw.

Given a corpse’s skull, it could recreate the appearance of the person before they died—think about Forensic Anthropology and the amount of effort needed to determine a person’s identity.

Now, just by presenting the head, one could skip various regression equations, all sorts of investigative checks, greatly improving the ease and cost savings.

Although if faced with a criminal who hides the skull, it would be of no use, but to be fair, such criminals were rare.

Of the three people in case 805, only the LV4 psychopath Tian Xiang would have such awareness, while the remaining two LV2 fools couldn’t even conceive or execute such a plan.

To store a dead person’s head in one’s own fridge, the pressure that one must bear is tremendous.

All in all, the Skull Restoration Skill (LV3) was a very good skill indeed.

However, on the other hand, the task of finding a dog did not seem as easy as one might imagine.

While some police officers at the station joke about how troublesome and resource-wasting it is for 110 to find dogs, how many of them can actually find a lost dog when tasked to do so?

Normally, it’s the police officers on patrol or responding to a call who might come across obviously lost pet dogs and take them back to find their owners.

Conversely, when owners report a lost dog, there are not many station police officers who can respond and actually find it.

Of course, at times and for various reasons, officers still might check surveillance footage to help look for a dog, but basically, that’s the limit.

Wanting to find a dog using other investigatory means has a very low probability, and the enthusiasm isn’t there either.

And in the area near the alley where Cai Mian lived, the number of cameras was clearly insufficient, the residents’ backgrounds were complex, their identities complicated, and the quality mixed.

In such places, it’s easier to find a body than a dog—not to mention that handling a body is difficult and it’s easy to report to the police for various reasons.

Just in terms of mobilizing police resources, a corpse is far easier.

Actually, it’s not just that ordinary police officers are reluctant to look for dogs; even Jiang Yuan wasn’t very motivated.

Jiang Yuan even felt that the system had issued this task just to ensure that he had enough enthusiasm…

“Alright.

I’ll help you look for your dog,” Jiang Yuan stood up and said earnestly, “Mu Zhiyang, ask in the group to see if anyone is free and willing to come help.”

The few policemen in front of him were shocked.

Especially Mu Zhiyang, thinking about his upcoming work which might include “posting missing dog notices,” “asking people with a dog’s photo,” “tracking stray dog packs,” “visiting dog markets,” “checking surveillance,” “looking for dog eyewitnesses,” “chasing dogs,” “staking out for dogs,” “guarding dogs”…

Mu Zhiyang couldn’t help but feel a fear greater than leading a charge.

Qian Mingyu, seeing that Jiang Yuan had started to mobilize people, and not looking like this was just a run-of-the-mill case, couldn’t help but advise softly, “Captain Jiang, although looking for a dog seems like a minor matter, it’s been more than half a month since the dog disappeared, it won’t be easy to find…”

Jiang Yuan took this in and felt there was some truth to what Qian Mingyu was saying, so he immediately took out his laptop and asked, “Qian, I remember you saying there was a case with difficult fingerprints?”

“Ah, yes, yes,” Qian Mingyu, no longer preoccupied with anything else, responded promptly.