National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 531 - 531 489 The Destiny Theme

531: Chapter 489 The Destiny Theme 531: Chapter 489 The Destiny Theme “Doctor Jiang…

from where did you collect the fingerprints?” Zhao Jing drank a bottle of water in one go, no longer caring about conserving resources for others, and no longer concerned about the issue of going to the bathroom.

Zhao Jing racked his brain, wondering if Jiang Yuan had found something like a glove box, from which he retrieved multiple fingerprints.

The police officer registering the evidence didn’t have as many thoughts; he glanced down and said, “They were collected from various locations, fingerprints and DNA included.

Several items of evidence have been gathered, but they’re inside the evidence box.

Would you like to take a look?”

“Forget it,” Zhao Jing shook his head.

Trace examination is primarily a solitary endeavor—the techniques are one’s own, and the ability to find evidence is also one’s own.

What’s the use of seeing how others performed?

Zhao Jing looked back at the busy Jiang Yuan at the crime scene.

Having an assistant was quite special in trace examination.

It was common to have an apprentice, but they usually became independent very quickly.

After the first two years of following closely, they tended to work on their own more, seeking help only when necessary.

Typically, even a trace examiner of Zhao Jing’s stature, if not holding a position, wouldn’t have subordinates, and upon obtaining a position, it would be unlikely for them to be at the frontline.

Zhao Jing rubbed his waist and stretched his legs to get comfortable.

Then he put on a new mask, gloves, and booties before slowly returning to the scene.

He was middle-aged now and when working on cases, he would use just seventy percent of his capacity—there was no need for full strength.

With his abilities, seventy percent was more than enough for the province to lie flat.

The remaining cases that couldn’t be solved even with a full effort were impossible regardless.

Today, Zhao Jing decided to unleash his full potential.

Looking back, it had been a while since he had given his all.

Perhaps it had been so long that the people of the underground might even forget.

Zhao Jing slowly pulled out a pair of 3M gloves and put them over his original gloves.

Wearing double gloves for double protection meant he didn’t have to worry about intense activities—Zhao Jing’s secret technique was simple, yet it was an excellent way for him to fully utilize his skills.

Just like Bald Strong with a chainsaw, he operated alone, wildly cutting down everything!

“Wooh…”

Mimicking the sound of a chainsaw with his mouth, Zhao Jing bent down again and began examining inch by inch.

He knew that Jiang Yuan was a fingerprint expert from Shannan Province and had even earned a reputation in the provincial fingerprint competition.

He might have some specialties in fingerprints, but as a trace examiner, Zhao Jing’s expertise was not limited to fingerprints alone.

Fingerprints were just a small part of the entire field of trace examination!

While bolstering his confidence and assuring himself internally, Zhao Jing’s hands didn’t stop moving, and his brain was furiously at work.

The most important aspect for a trace examiner is actually to think.

Not only must they think like the police, but they must also think like criminals.

If I were a thief, how would I enter the room, would I pick the lock or break in during daylight, where would I most likely grab hold, where would my body pause, where would my hair and skin flakes fall…

If I were a murderer, how would I commit the murder, where would I lie in wait if I were to ambush, what have I prepared on my escape route…

If I were a criminal disguised as a truck driver, how would I protect myself?

Would I wear gloves?

Would I use the air conditioning inside the truck?

Would I roll down the window when passing through the toll station?

Zhao Jing gradually became immersed in his imagination, or rather, in the concentrated juice of thinking, then moved laboriously and stickily through it.

At the same time, Jiang Yuan also sped up the inspection.

It was getting dark, and in the outdoor environment, evidence obtained today was definitely more valuable than what could be collected tomorrow.

Most importantly, as the investigation progressed, the wreckage of the vehicle at the crime scene was, in fact, increasingly disrupted to varying degrees.

The stable state that the wreckage had been in over the past period underwent a significant change, and the extent of damage in the coming hours could be more than it had been over the past few months.

Even without rain or wind tomorrow, the cold of the night, the morning dew, and the noon sun would inflict further damage on the evidence.

Therefore, if possible, Jiang Yuan planned to process all high-value targets today.

Compared to Zhao Jing, Jiang Yuan’s advantage was extremely clear.

First, he had a Level 4 crime scene investigation skill, and second, he possessed two sets of fingerprint skills, one at Level 3 and one at Level 4.

Just the combination of these two skills alone made him extremely capable.

Zhao Jing was also quite strong, but he was strong within Pingjiang Province.

Overall, Pingjiang was still a step behind Shannan Province.

As an expert in his prime, Zhao Jing reaching a Level 3.5 performance at his best was considered impressive.

Usually, he was merely a Level 3 beginner—of course, having already broken the Level 3 barrier, he had transcended the ordinary, belonging to the elite of the elite, and had already made a name for himself in his field.

At most, Zhao Jing’s proficiency could peak at what Heaven deigns to provide for a meal, while Jiang Yuan’s proficiency was akin to Heaven cooking the meal itself.

This was an unreasonable level of proficiency.

It was like Tao Zhexuan teaching himself calculus at the age of 7 and then writing a book at the age of 8 about calculating perfect numbers using Basic programming—everyone needs to learn math, and how talented you are can be determined by comparing yourself to others.

However, even as an adult, Tao Zhexuan would still be hung up by his ankles and have his soles thrashed by other geniuses.

Aside from his dual Level 4 and Level 3 qualifications, Jiang Yuan also boasted a Level 4 in Forensic Material Evidence and an extremely abnormal Level 6 in Toolmark Analysis.

At a crime scene, it’s not as if he could achieve whatever he wished, but writing a book on the spot would certainly not be out of the question.

Additionally, he had recently acquired a Level 3 in Vehicle Trace Identification, which he found particularly fitting today.

In fact, with this skill alone, one could say it balanced out the strength of Zhao Jing.

It’s just that Jiang Yuan didn’t bother to make comparisons.

After sweeping through the traces in his area, he naturally began assisting other trace investigators with their work.

Zhao Jing was competent—Jiang Yuan’s lofty assessment indicated that even allocating the most important area’s trace identification to Zhao Jing would likely result in no errors.

At this level of expertise, a trace investigator even had the capacity to leave room for a secondary investigation.

That was a part of their skill set.

In comparison, the abilities of the other trace investigators varied.

The good ones could meet a Level 2 standard, while the less skilled might just be a strong Level 1.

For trace investigators of this level, the probability of making errors wasn’t significant, but there were inevitable variations in balancing quality and efficiency.

This was like those top students in a class who, given one day’s time with an open book, could score over 90 percent, even a perfect score, but definitely couldn’t achieve the same during an actual exam.

Jiang Yuan called out a greeting and went forward to help.

The trace investigator from Changyang City Criminal Science Center looked up at the sky, then at Jiang Yuan, whimpered, and then bowed his head to continue his work.

Not to mention he dared not refuse Jiang Yuan’s request to take over, even if he mustered the courage, what was the point?

Must the work allocated to him necessarily be completed by himself?

He simply couldn’t complete it on his own.

Moreover, with such a major backlog of murder cases, ordinary criminal police were just cogs in the machine, and any action that could hinder the progress of the case was not permitted, not encouraged.

If Jiang Yuan’s actions had been detrimental to the case, he could argue his point, but now it was clear that he was the one dragging his feet, and further complaints would surely get him beaten.

As for some minor psychological discomforts, they were not even a consideration in a disciplined force.

Unhappy and discontented, so what?

“Come help me pry this open,” Jiang Yuan signaled with a wave, calling the trace investigator over.

The trace investigator from Changyang City, being well acquainted with Jiang Yuan, put away his pain, and a smile appeared on his face.

“Coming.” The trace investigator packed up his hoof mirror, picked up the crowbar, and scampered over.

Jiang Yuan, together with Mu Zhiyang, stepped forward, and it took the three of them to finally lift a large chunk of metal.

Jiang Yuan shone the light, dusted for prints, and after a few quick snapshots, he began taking fingerprints.

Having helped one, then another, he completed the round before the sky had completely darkened.

By then, only the area assigned to Zhao Jing had not been thoroughly investigated.

“It’s about time, let the dog out,” Jiang Yuan glanced at the sky and signaled Dazhuang to move out.

Dazhuang had been carried in by Li Li.

The carrier was a bamboo basket used by the locals.

It was of the right depth and not too heavy.

While police dogs are known for their strength and stamina, that’s only relative to other canines.

Human endurance is on a freakish level, and with the dense forest, unless the case had reached an extremely crucial stage, Li Li was reluctant to bring a dog down.

Dazhuang first sniffed Jiang Yuan’s scent, then with head held high and chest puffed out, confidently strode into the scene.

Tonight, a song of conquest would be sung, whether by humans or by a dog!