National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 505 - 505 464 Love Turns to Hate

505: Chapter 464: Love Turns to Hate 505: Chapter 464: Love Turns to Hate “Line up, everyone.” Captain Han waved his hand, signaling the abbot and the lay Buddhists to form a line, and instructed a criminal police officer to raise a camera.

A few people reluctantly shuffled into position and, upon Jiang Yuan’s request, lifted their feet.

Jiang Yuan didn’t inspect each individual methodically; instead, after a quick glance, he approached three long-term lay residents, placed a piece of paper in front of them, and said, “Step on it.”

“Fine, I’ll step on it,” said the lay Buddhist Gu Mingxia, unafraid, “but if you want to frame me, you need to present evidence.”

This was rather unusual among crime suspects.

Many inexperienced criminals, even with well-laid plans, would involuntarily tremble due to surging adrenaline at such moments.

The experience was common, akin to how a child’s heartbeat accelerates while hiding well in a game of hide and seek; or how one’s palms sweat uncontrollably when facing their first quintuple kill in a game; or even going blank when a handsome boy presents flowers, despite having planned for that moment since childhood and having rehearsed it.

Handling most unexpected situations well usually required experience.

Jiang Yuan re-examined the footprint, then looked up and scrutinized Gu Mingxia’s expression, saying, “You don’t think changing shoes will help, do you?

If that were the case, what would be the point of footprint identification?”

Actually, in Europe and America, footprint identification worked precisely like this.

Generally, they only had shoe print identification and barefoot identification, without footprint identification per se.

But this was due to limitations in their legal system, in other words, it was a systemic problem, not a scientific one.

Lay Buddhist Gu Mingxia was evidently uninformed, but after hearing Jiang Yuan’s words, she merely panicked briefly before calmly saying, “Say what you will, but you need to bring out the evidence.”

“Find a pair of men’s size 41 Nike shoes, the kind with a big checkmark underneath.

Probably a pair of running shoes,” Jiang Yuan described to Captain Han.

The order was immediately dispatched, with Gu Mingxia’s room being the primary search location.

Gu Mingxia immediately voiced her opposition, and several lay Buddhists started clamoring about search warrants and such.

Captain Han coolly stated, “According to Article 136 of our country’s Criminal Procedure Law, in urgent situations, searches can be conducted without a warrant.

Such situations include potential concealment, destruction, or transferal of criminal evidence, and the possibility of concealing other suspects…

We cannot confirm whether there are only the current eight people in the temple, and we must confirm this.”

Gu Mingxia, at a loss for words, turned to Jiang Yuan and said, “You said they are size 41 men’s Nike shoes, which obviously aren’t mine…”

“You are too clever for your own good,” Jiang Yuan said with a smile.

“There are plenty of footprints accumulated on the path.

With everyone walking back and forth and leaving their prints, it’s actually hard to determine who was present.

But a pair of size 41 Nike shoes being worn by someone with small feet—this is very conspicuous.”

Anyone who had even a bit of knowledge would know, whether one has small feet wearing large shoes or large feet in small shoes, it’s immediately obvious to a level LV0.5 and higher footprint identification specialist.

Even European and American footprint experts could tell at a glance.

Generally speaking, such a tactic is that of an inexperienced and ignorant criminal, which fits Gu Mingxia’s profile.

Of course, after checking the feet, Jiang Yuan was one hundred percent certain.

At least the one wearing men’s Nike shoes was definitely Gu Mingxia.

Gu Mingxia’s eyes whirled about, evidently pondering whether to admit to the deed and further argue or defend herself.

This was the dilemma ordinary people faced during interrogation.

On one hand, Gu Mingxia couldn’t be completely sure whether Jiang Yuan had really noticed the discrepancy or if he was merely bluffing her.

Although it seemed he had indeed noticed, as the person involved, she still harbored a glimmer of hope.

On the other hand, Gu Mingxia could admit to having worn size 41 men’s Nike shoes near the window, which wasn’t illegal in itself, but doing so would certainly increase her suspicion, possibly leading her into a police trap.

After much deliberation, Gu Mingxia couldn’t make a decision.

She had already thrown the shoes down the mountain, so there should, theoretically, be no evidence left.

What she didn’t understand was that Jiang Yuan’s footprint analysis had already pinpointed her.

Now it was just a matter of finding more definitive evidence.

Moments later, Liu Jinghui came over, took a look, asked a couple of questions, and said, “Send out a search team.

Although there are places in the temple like incense burners where you could burn magazines, shoes definitely couldn’t be completely destroyed by fire.”

“Okay.

I’ll organize a search team,” said Captain Han without fuss.

Conducting a search operation would indeed incur costs, but the expense was insignificant compared to that of a homicide case.

Liu Jinghui hastily drew up a topographical map and handed it to Captain Han, saying, “Start with the area around Gu Mingxia’s room.

She probably lacks counter-surveillance experience, and the disposal of the items was likely quite hurried.”

The police had made a sudden trip up the mountain, so she certainly hadn’t had much time to prepare in advance.

Captain Han immediately adjusted the density of the search team and hung several large lamps near the slope where several lay Buddhists lived.

The little temple on this side was built on a small hill, which was neither as precipitous as famous mountains and rivers nor had a flowing stream downhill; thus, the criminal couldn’t have thrown items very far.

In less than half an hour, a pair of dull grey Nike shoes were discovered.

The most interesting part was that a cut-up magazine was stuffed inside the Nike shoe.

Having obtained the evidence, Captain Han relaxed and pulled Gu Mingxia aside into a temporary interrogation room, then asked, “Well, if you still won’t admit it, we’ll just do a DNA test.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you, leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist, and it’s no joke.

If you keep resisting like this, in the end, no one will be able to save you.”

Captain Han was quite proud of himself; although Jiang Yuan had been involved in the case, the main work had been done by himself and his team.

Especially in protecting the crime scene and searching on-site, he was the one who uncovered further evidence.

This means that, possibly, eighty percent, or at least seventy percent, fifty percent at the very least, the credit for solving this murder case could be attributed to him.

Gu Mingxia stared blankly with her eyes straight ahead and, after a long while, finally said, “I did it to remind you all!”

“Remind us of what?” Captain Han asked.

Gu Mingxia said angrily, “Can’t you read?

The murderer is Zhang Fen!”

“Zhang Fen is the lay Buddhist who has been living in the temple with you for a long time, right?” Captain Han asked.

“Right.”

Captain Han’s eyelids twitched.

During the day, he had seen the three old ‘babies’ hugging affectionately and taking photos together.

Now, she was starting to expose one of them?

Captain Han asked, “Why do you say she’s the murderer?”

“It’s definitely her.

She killed out of love turned into hate,” Gu Mingxia stated confidently.

Captain Han frowned, “Who do you think the victim is?”

“Qian Guoqing!” Gu Mingxia said.

“Qian Guoqing?

How old was he, and where was he from?”

“60 years old.

From Yue Province.”

“And then, why do you think Zhang Fen killed him out of love turned into hate?”

“Because he truly loved me!” Gu Mingxia straightened her back, saying with grief and indignation, “We didn’t go public with our relationship in order not to hurt her.

But, but…

it must be Zhang Fen.

She once said that she would destroy what she couldn’t have.

She also said that her ex-husband…

she destroyed his company along with him…”

The policemen in the room exchanged awkward glances.

Although they had come across many distasteful things, they had rarely heard such an awkward love story in recent years.

Captain Han in the interrogation room was thinking even more, turning his head to ask, “The Qian Guoqing you mentioned, how tall was he, and how much did he weigh?”

“He was about 1.75 meters tall, maybe even a bit taller, and he weighed around 130 to 140 kilograms.

He kept himself in very good shape; he exercised regularly,” Gu Mingxia replied somewhat shyly, “He was also very gentlemanly, often dressed in a three-piece suit, carrying a walking stick…”

Captain Han asked a few more questions, then looked back at Jiang Yuan standing behind him.

This was a temporary interrogation, which should have ended with a few words of dialogue if it weren’t for the unexpected answers obtained.

Jiang Yuan and Liu Jinghui both stood in the room listening, each with a solemn expression.

Captain Han inquired with his eyes to Jiang Yuan: Was the person she described accurate?

Jiang Yuan nodded seriously.

Solely from the standards of Forensic Anthropology, the age and height of the deceased matched, and the bones in areas such as the knees and shoulders did indeed show wear from exercising.