National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 487 - 487 447

487: 447 487: 447 Jiang Yuan grilled beef slices.

The slices were thin, cut by the beef slicing sage himself from the central market in Ningtai County—over a decade ago, when Jiang Fuzhen was not yet flourishing, he was just an ordinary beef stall owner.

Later, because Jiang Fuzhen he bought so much, the most hardworking and persistent beef stall owner in the market gradually evolved into a meat cutting craftsman.

In recent years, with his hair graying, he had the air of a slicing sage.

A person who cuts meat every day, after doing it for more than a decade, produces slices that are uniformly thin and perfectly marbled.

When grabbing a piece of beef, the direction and angle of the slices naturally come to mind, and the meat slices take shape as expected.

This state was also nurtured by the increasingly discerning appetites of the hundreds of people in Jiang Village, from top to bottom.

The thin beef slices, about 90% lean, let out a slight “sizzle” when placed on the hot, barely greased cast-iron pot.

Then, the tender red meat quickly turned pink, stiffened for two seconds, and began to show some gray.

At that time, flipping the slices over, just one or two seconds were enough to pick them up and eat.

The slices at this point were essentially well-done, and due to the cooking time and thinness, were extremely tender.

Moreover, unlike steak tenderness that comes from intramuscular fat, these tiny slices were fully cooked and lean.

Their tenderness was a result of the muscle fibers being cut and proteins denaturing, offering a slightly different texture that was no less delicious than steak.

Because there was so little fat, you could eat a lot of such beef slices without feeling greasy.

When Jiang Yuan saw Yu Wenshu arrive, he first picked up the just-cooked slices from the pot, ate them, and took a sip of apple vinegar before asking, “Chief Yu?

Have you eaten?

Come over and have some?”

He looked quite polite and easy-going, but Yu Wenshu’s mind seemed to be in another space.

Originally, he had prepared to praise Jiang Yuan for his hard and impressive work.

At first, he had planned to join Xu Taining in a costly investigation.

Initially, it was because of a case that had left him frazzled.

While his thoughts still drifted in the stream of time, Yu Wenshu’s body reached the office of Jiang Yuan, who was expertly grilling meat.

Yu Wenshu didn’t know how to express his current mood.

Li Ting held up a microphone and asked, “This must be our officer Jiang Yuan, right?”

As a journalist not afraid of eccentricities, even if Jiang Yuan were grilling an entire carcass in his office, she would first snap pictures, then think about how to coax a story out of it…

Jiang Yuan noticed the camera, put down his chopsticks, smiled and nodded, then asked, “If you want to chat, let’s sit down and talk.

Please turn off the camera, as I have some evidence here that’s not suitable for filming.”

The only evidence he had were nails, but he also had meat in the pot, and eating under a camera was uncomfortable.

Besides, eating meat in the office was as inappropriate for public viewing as fortune-telling would be.

“Let’s turn it off first.” Yu Wenshu sat down opposite Jiang Yuan, sighed, and said, “How come you’re grilling meat?”

“I haven’t eaten for a day and a night.” Jiang Yuan got a bowl and dishes for Yu Wenshu, then pointed to a glass jar, “Inside is dipping sauce, dry seasoning.

It tastes better with it, but if you don’t like it, you can eat the meat plain.”

Yu Wenshu was taken aback, “You haven’t eaten for a day and a night?”

“Yeah, thinking it should be the fourth offense now, the last day, just giving it all I’ve got today.” Jiang Yuan stuffed another large piece of meat into his mouth, his face full of bliss.

Embarrassment appeared on Yu Wenshu’s face.

Li Ting deliberately asked a foolish question, “Why not eat?

Taking a break to eat something shouldn’t waste too much time, right?”

“Eating affects judgement, and efficiency would decrease,” Jiang Yuan simply replied.

He turned to get bowls and chopsticks for Li Ting and the photographer, then smilingly said, “Lucky I bought a lot of meat, I was starving.

I bought a bunch, so we can eat without worry.”

With that, he carefully picked out slices of beef from the basin and spread them on the grill.

Sizzle.

Sizzling…

The sound of grilling made the office feel cozy.

Jiang Yuan then turned the fan-type range hood up to its highest setting, and the scent of grilled meat was sent whooshing out of the window.

“This meat is all from Angus cattle, very high quality.

Give it a try.” Jiang Yuan encouraged just once before he turned the meat and began eating again.

For grilling, Angus beef was almost the most suitable.

Wagyu had too much fat and was only good in small amounts.

It might taste better with rice.

As for Chinese cattle breeds, it’s natural they’re not as tasty since traditional agriculture required breeds good for both meat and draft work—not being grown for consumption or perfect cuisine is nothing to be ashamed of, nor is it something to dwell upon.

And this is not about a predisposition to being overweight.

Jiang Yuan was very serious about barbecuing.

It was evident he was truly hungry, focusing solely on eating the meat and showing no interest in the reporter and the squadron chief.

Li Ting tried to start a conversation and asked Jiang Yuan about the story of the nails, but she got no response.

Then turning her head, the cameraman quietly set up the bowls and chopsticks and voluntarily started helping with the barbecue.

The savory aroma of meat filled the air.

They just ate.

All four people had their reasons for not wishing to speak, and only the act of barbecuing was enthusiastic and straightforward.

A pot of meat was swiftly finished, and Jiang Yuan tore open two more vacuum-packed bags of beef to pour into the pot, continuing to lay strips onto the grill with tongs.

When this pot of meat was nearly finished, Jiang Yuan finally saw the system’s notification:

Task completed: Nail Gun Murder Case.

Task content: The deaths of three consecutive victims left Yu Wenshu uneasy and anxious.

To solve this case, he would do anything, seize the opportunity!

Task reward: Vehicle Trace Identification (LV3)

…

Jiang Yuan’s feeling of tiredness almost vanished completely.

Vehicle trace identification was naturally a very useful skill.

Although LV3 wasn’t a very high level, it was certainly sufficient.

On the other hand, this also indicated that the criminal had been captured.

At the same time, Yu Wenshu’s phone began to ring.

“We got him, lured him out to pick up a package and then nabbed him.” The jubilation of the criminal investigators was unmistakable over the phone.

This case had gripped everyone, and they all knew the consequences if it wasn’t solved promptly.

“Well done,” Yu Wenshu rose excitedly and asked, “Did you find the weapon?

Did you find the nail gun?”

“We found it.

He was keeping it in his house,” the voice on the other end paused momentarily, then continued, “We also found his crime planning documents, over a dozen pages.

This guy really went all out to commit murder.

According to his plan, he would have gone to Jinbird Ridge to kill in two days.”

Yu Wenshu furrowed his brows, Jinbird Ridge was a bit of a distance away; if another murder took place there, it really would have been a case of crimes blossoming in every direction of Changyang City.

“Good that he’s caught…

good that he’s caught…” Yu Wenshu heaved a sigh of relief, then asked, “No one was hurt, right?”

“Uh…”

Someone was injured?” Yu Wenshu was alarmed, wasn’t it supposed to have been an easy apprehension?

“Sort of.

The injuries were minor, just slight wounds.”

“That’s good, that’s good,” Yu Wenshu repeated, then asked, “Who was injured?”

“That would be…

Mu Zhiyang, whom Jiang Yuan brought over.”

Images of several people nursing injuries popped into Yu Wenshu’s mind as he asked, “How did he get hurt?”

On the other end of the phone, the investigator seemed to chuckle before continuing, “During our capture, Mu Zhiyang actually wasn’t nearby.

Someone bumped into a shelf at the express service point, and packages fell from above, hitting Mu Zhiyang, causing some bleeding.

It looked like a minor external injury.”

Yu Wenshu was inwardly astounded by their luck; even if the package was lighter or the hit less direct, it wouldn’t necessarily have resulted in an injury.

However, since the injury had happened, Yu Wenshu naturally couldn’t voice these thoughts and simply said, “Make sure to write it up clearly in the report, it’s considered an injury sustained on duty.”