National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 491 - 491 451 The Little Family

491: Chapter 451: The Little Family 491: Chapter 451: The Little Family Before dinner, Chen Cangyun returned to his modest home of over 200 square meters in a police car.

To him, today’s experiences felt like a dream.

Though he had faced perilous moments before, this time, the duration was agonizingly long.

For nearly an entire day, Chen Cangyun had been engulfed in fear.

Especially when he overheard the low discussions of his captors, he worried incessantly, fearing they would kill him or, like in TV shows, cut off a finger or an ear and send it to his family.

In fact, the criminals had indeed considered this, but they abandoned the idea due to the additional scrutiny that parcels face compared to documents.

However, the discussions among the kidnappers were always jovial and exuberant, fixated on their plans of where to cash the gold once they had it—until a troop of police descended like divine warriors…

Frankly speaking, the retired Chen Cangyun had lived a long time and seen much, and he never associated the term “divine warriors” with the police.

But today, cries of “Freeze!” “Police!” “Hands on your head!” “Get down!”…

made Chen Cangyun’s blood surge with excitement.

“This is Captain Jiang Yuan, and this is Deputy Director Huang Qiangmin…” Leading the team was Brigade Chief Yu Wenshu, who smiled as he introduced some of the officers to Chen Cangyun, who wanted to express his gratitude.

Yu Wenshu didn’t need to rush into the fray to rescue anyone, but he gladly accepted the credit for overseeing the operation.

Today’s case was sensationally successful—a frozen food store owner kidnapped, the police striking with lightning speed, cracking the case in less than 20 hours through analysis of the ransom note, rescuing all two victims unharmed!

Thinking of this headline, Yu Wenshu felt as ecstatic as if he had savored a bubbling hot pot, with his body aromatic and his forehead sweating.

Moreover, this achievement was something that neither Jiang Yuan nor Huang Qiangmin could take credit for.

Back at the Chen Family, as Yu Wenshu introduced Jiang Yuan and Huang Qiang to Chen Cangyun, the credit remained indisputably his own.

Tears streamed down Chen Cangyun’s face, one-third contrived and two-thirds profoundly sincere.

“Thank you!

Thank you!” Chen clasped Huang Qiangmin’s hand tightly.

From their age difference, he assumed Huang Qiangmin to be the main person in charge.

Huang Qiangmin, a bit amused, quickly handed him several tissues.

After Li Ting took some photos, Huang Qiangmin withdrew his hand, saying, “Chen, your safe return is primarily due to Jiang Yuan’s investigation and judgment…”

“Thank you, Captain Jiang, thank you, Captain Jiang.” Only then did Chen Cangyun understand who the real hero was, and he thanked him again and again.

“Doing our duty as police officers.” Facing the survivors, especially those alive and well, always stirred Jiang Yuan’s emotions.

Crimes were never-ending, implying that there would always be many victims.

This thought unsettled Jiang Yuan.

“This time, I really thought I wouldn’t make it back…” Chen Cangyun, deeply moved, spoke with a tremble in his voice, “Truthfully, my biggest fear was not having the chance to leave a last message, to hand over the matters I’m responsible for…”

All Huang Qiangmin could do was pat his shoulder again.

Shortly thereafter, a detective came to take Chen Cangyun’s statement.

Though the case had been solved, subsequent police procedures were complex, often more troublesome than solving the case itself.

Only an officer like Jiang Yuan could extricate himself from such tedium.

“Well, we should be heading back.” Jiang Yuan bid Li Ting, Yu Wenshu, and the others farewell and prepared to go home.

Hearing this, Chen Cangyun’s wife hurried over, saying, “Captain Jiang, please stay for a simple meal.

My husband and I would really like to thank you…”

“That would be against the rules,” Jiang Yuan replied.

Huang Qiangmin also suggested, “You should spend time with your family.

If you want to thank us later, a banner of appreciation will do.”

Chen Cangyun’s wife, upon hearing this, didn’t insist any further and turned to softly instruct her family.

By the time the officers were leaving, the Chen Family had brought out a large amount of frozen goods: long Spanish red prawns, head-on Arctic shrimp, sliced silver cod, whole strip steaks, and ready-to-cook Buddha’s Temptation, despite everyone’s protests, stuffing it into the car.

Huang Qiangmin was startled and whispered, “Usually, showing military-civilian harmony with some boiled eggs is the limit.”

Yu Wenshu was also a bit perplexed and quickly intervened, “You really can’t do this, and there’s no use forcing it.

If you do, we’d just have to report it and wouldn’t be able to enjoy it anyway.”

“I…” Chen Cangyun’s wife knew these regulations too; her emotions had instinctively urged her to do something to alleviate the anxiety and tension of the past few days.

Jiang Yuan eyed the off-loaded seafood and meats, licking his lips before saying, “I’ll buy it.”

The other party mistook his intent, thinking Jiang Yuan had some way around the prohibition and cheerfully agreed, “Alright, let’s consider it sold.”

Jiang Yuan asked for the payment code and their price list, and he transferred the full amount according to the list.

The Chen Family was momentarily puzzled, imagining there would be another process to follow.

Then they heard Jiang Yuan tell Yu Wenshu, “I’ll keep some, and let’s distribute the rest to the team.”

Jiang Yuan’s income was largely comprised of money sent by Mr.

Jiang for him to “take leaders to meals.” This time, he wouldn’t be embezzling any.

“How could this be acceptable,” Yu Wenshu said hurriedly.

“Why not…”

Jiang Yuan waved his hand and drove back.

Huang Qiangmin also waved back at Yu Wenshu, expression hard to read.

…

Evening.

As Jiang Yuan returned to the residential area, he could see the brightly lit convenience store from afar.

Pulling up in his car, the old men and women in front of the store had been waiting for him.

“Xiao Yuan, did you receive a second-class merit again?”

“Jiang Yuan is really something, earning merits again.”

“The day after tomorrow is the God Parade, make sure you come help carry the flag.”

Compared to the first time he received a second-class merit, the enthusiasm of the Jiang Village People had visibly decreased.

It wasn’t that everyone considered the second-class merit unimportant anymore—the societal recognition was still evident.

People still knew what was impressive and what wasn’t.

However, having seen it numerous times, there was no need for the celebrations to be as extravagant.

Of course, if other young people from the village could earn a second-class or even a third-class merit, half of these old men and women would be singing and dancing, just like when Jiang Yuan received his first second-class merit.

It was only young repetitives like Jiang Yuan who could no longer excite the elders.

Moreover, everyone’s attention was now on the God Parade the day after tomorrow.

Anything less than earth-shattering wouldn’t move them.

Inside the residential area, there were many bonfires, also part of the preparations for the God Parade.

The villagers would be walking through these fires all day tomorrow, to add to their blessings and ward off disasters.

Additionally, there were the indispensable banquet preparations.

An ordinary residential block probably wouldn’t allow such activities, but the property management at Jiangcun Residential Area was hired by themselves—when the homeowners had a traditional management system in place, property management truly became a service provider.

Reluctantly or not, they could only allow the big shots to light bonfires in the residential area.

Before entering his home, Jiang Yuan also stepped over a couple of the fires.

To see one and step over it was precisely the intention of lighting the fires today.

When he got home and stepped out of the elevator, two dogs, catching a whiff, started barking excitedly.

Uncle Qiang came out and called inside with a smile, “Jiang Yuan is back.”

“Uncle Qiang.

How have you been recently?” Jiang Yuan called out as he changed his shoes and entered the house.

“I’ve been good, gained two pounds recently and been working hard to exercise these days.

Your dad is preparing the soup packets for tomorrow.” Uncle Qiang chuckled before taking the two dogs back.

“Dad, I’m back,” Jiang Yuan called out and saw bright lights in the kitchen where Jiang Fuzhen was busily toiling away.

“You’re back, huh?

I was thinking you should be returning these days, and here you are with another merit…” Jiang Fuzhen mumbled as he continued to work in the kitchen.

The soup packets were for cooking meat and were Jiang Fuzhen’s secret technique honed over many years.

The regular cooking of beef or mutton was an important process for refining his soup packets, and significant holidays were the occasions for Jiang Fuzhen’s new soup packet creations to be introduced.

So, when a festival approached, Jiang Fuzhen would cook meat several times more often, while also testing the stability of his soup packets, much like an engineer preparing a product for launch.

Seeing his father busy, Jiang Yuan chuckled, then decided to change clothes, wash his hands, and prepare to help in the kitchen.

Seeing him come in, Jiang Fuzhen immediately asked, “Did you cut up any bodies today?”

“No, today was a kidnapping case.

Oh, and I brought back lots of frozen goods,” Jiang Yuan replied.

“Then you go wash the dishes.

Don’t touch the soup packets; they require a good touch,” Jiang Fuzhen said, not having seen his son in several days, yet still unwilling to risk his soup packets.

“Then I’ll cook for the dogs,” Jiang Yuan offered.

Saying so, he occupied another pot and made an army pot for himself and the dogs—mixing leftover food from the house, which just needed a bit of organizing.

Soon enough, the scent of the army pot wafted out.

The two dogs almost got dizzy from the fragrance and began jumping and barking, unable to be controlled by Uncle Qiang.

Jiang Fuzhen, looking skeptical, nevertheless took a piece of meat from his own pot, placed it on a plate, and called the two Dobermans over to eat.

The dogs trotted over and gobbled up the meat from the plate in two bites, then stood by the kitchen door, staring at Jiang Yuan, continuing to drool with their necks stretched.