National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 532 - 532 490 Endless Bitter Sea

532: Chapter 490: Endless Bitter Sea 532: Chapter 490: Endless Bitter Sea Dazhuang first searched outside the designated area.

The actual spread of the debris was quite extensive.

Designating an area was merely to focus on the main zone.

A truck had plummeted from a cliff over a hundred meters high, perhaps snagged by small trees along the way, before ultimately crashing to the ground, shattering into pieces.

It didn’t have a fortuitous encounter to become a member of the Cybertron Planet Alliance; it simply lay flattened.

Of course, because it was in the wilderness, it covered a large area—a few hundred square meters, the kind of space an average person couldn’t afford to sprawl in.

Even so, there would definitely be car fragments outside the designated crime scene.

Over the days, with wind, rain, and sun, especially with plant growth and coverage, finding parts had become extremely difficult.

Dazhuang had an advantage in this regard.

After circling twice, having been trained by Li Li, he went online after looping twice.

Woof!

Dazhuang barked confidently.

Li Li stepped forward, hacking twice with her machete, and pried out a broken part.

They couldn’t tell which part of the vehicle it belonged to.

Likely, it was buried during a rainstorm, just a layer deep like unpaid debts, but still hard to find without luck.

Underneath the part, earthworms wriggled; their flesh-colored bodies were somewhat repulsive to anyone not interested in fishing.

Dazhuang, however, was quite interested in the earthworms.

But as a police dog, his status restrained him to merely panting and sticking out his tongue.

“Good job, Dazhuang, keep going,” Li Li praised the Rottweiler with a pat on the head, signaling him to keep up the good work.

Dazhuang got up and continued the search.

Once a police dog went online, that is, pinpointed the smell, it could find things very quickly.

After a few quick laps, the Rottweilers identified another part.

The forensic team began to get busy in succession.

Jiang Yuan also swept through two areas before finally arriving at Zhao Jing’s section.

The two areas he swept were manned by LV1 technicians, who were struggling.

He had helped not only to ensure the quality of the investigation but also to prevent them from feeling too rushed.

Having completed those two areas, and with other LV2 technicians handling their own sections, Jiang Yuan was less worried.

Zhao Jing’s area, however, was considered the most crucial part of the site, scattered with many dense parts and most of the cab also located there.

Everyone knew that for a truck hurtling toward self-destruction, most of the evidence would be found in the driver’s cabin.

The cargo area might present issues like origin and transport destination, but that’s only if nothing was found in the cabin.

Essentially, looking elsewhere was a matter of luck.

So, after checking for omissions, Jiang Yuan immediately came over to investigate Zhao Jing’s section.

From his perspective, this was the most advantageous approach for the case, although it was clear this didn’t make Zhao Jing happy.

Yet Jiang Yuan didn’t have time for such concerns.

He came to Pingjiang Province to solve cases, not to make friends.

A detective who always wore a kind smile and empathized with others might be a good person but was unsuitable for cracking cases.

As expected, Zhao Jing promptly became unhappy with his frowning face.

Standing up, he confronted Jiang Yuan, who had begun to work squatting down.

“Captain Jiang, this area was assigned to me.”

“You’re too slow,” Jiang Yuan gave him a smile.

Zhao Jing suddenly felt an urge to commit a crime.

“You could help the others first…” Zhao Jing said, suppressing his anger.

Jiang Yuan, without even looking up, replied, “Hurry up; it’s getting dark.”

Zhao Jing couldn’t just pull Jiang Yuan up and tell him to stop.

He was also a technician, and although a police officer, he wasn’t accustomed to confrontations, even less so lately.

As the atmosphere grew tense, Jiang Yuan, still crouched on the ground, reached out his hand, “White fingerprint powder, feather brush.”

Mu Zhiyang hurriedly delivered them.

Zhao Jing furrowed his brow.

This was a rare combination.

Technicians usually used gold, silver, or magnetic powders, and any brush would usually suffice.

He couldn’t help but move closer, bending slightly to look.

The part, already deformed, was unrecognizable, its black base particularly damp.

Jiang Yuan had apparently pushed aside the top layer of soil to check the part’s interior.

White fingerprint powder was used for brushing on a dark, wet background, which certainly suited the current situation, but even for a professional technician, such meticulousness was rare.

Zhao Jing frowned and, watching Jiang Yuan take photographs at such an awkward angle, thought it was quite a challenge to look for fingerprints.

Zhao Jing thought about his own aching back and turned to leave—what was there to fight over?

Only a fool would rush to work!

Jiang Yuan was willing to do more, and Zhao Jing didn’t really have the heart to send him away.

Seeing Zhao Jing walk away, everyone else just focused on their work.

After a tiresome walk and facing overtime work, they were all drained of energy.

Zhao Jing returned to his spot, driven by indignation, and started working with renewed vigor.

Few cases in recent years had sparked such energy in him since the Spring Festival family annihilation case three years ago.

The sun slowly set.

The most crucial time to gather clues and evidence at the crime scene had passed.

Bang, bang.

Several forensic lights were switched on one after another.

The conditions for visibility on-site were getting worse, and many fingerprints and DNA evidence required good lighting to be seen.

Crime scene investigation wasn’t about swabbing around casually; to solve a case once, where a deliveryman was killed, Jiang Yuan had to meticulously swab every inch of a bathroom with cotton swabs; that was a desperate measure of last resort.