National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 533 - 533 490 Endless Bitter Sea_2

533: Chapter 490 Endless Bitter Sea_2 533: Chapter 490 Endless Bitter Sea_2 The crime scene in this case didn’t have such conditions.

The area was over a hundred square meters large, with layers upon layers of remains, many of which were twisted and deformed pieces of steel; the workload of cleaning the entire area was unimaginable.

Moreover, the purpose of such cleaning could only be to obtain DNA, but given the vast and complex area, handing over the DNA evidence collected to the laboratory would mean experiments ran indefinitely.

By this time, Jiang Yuan had already gone over all the parts that Zhao Jing hadn’t inspected, and without a word from either of them, they began to silently examine the areas the other had already looked over.

It was somewhat competitive, or rather, it was outright competition.

Zhao Jing stood up, walked out of the scene, changed his gloves, drank some water, and then stood silently thinking somewhere for a moment—he also took the opportunity to pee in his pants, letting it trickle down to the ground.

After all, his clothes were already filthy from the trip over, and after half a day of wearing impermeable protective gear, sweating through several layers, urine was honestly the cleaner option, at least it was sterile.

Having emptied his bladder, Zhao Jing felt much lighter.

He jumped on the spot until the last drop was gone, let his pants absorb what they could, then changed into a new pair of shoe covers, and for the third time, changed his gloves, returning to the scene full of fighting spirit.

Zhao Jing was ready to re-examine the areas that Jiang Yuan had worked on.

To this end, he found himself eagerly anticipating the task.

Jiang Yuan was well-known throughout Pingjiang Province.

In Zhao Jing’s view, it wasn’t that Jiang Yuan’s strength was superior; his advantage lay in being young, energetic, and able to work tirelessly on cases.

His good fortune, coupled with his nerve to tackle cold cases, allowed him to solve a good number of them in succession.

Solving cases brought fame, and fame led to more cases to solve; it was a cycle that could be easily imagined.

Even the first-class merit award Jiang Yuan had received, in Zhao Jing’s opinion, might have been part of a hype.

Besides, there were others in the provincial office experts who had received first-class merits.

Above first-class merit, there were the second-class and first-class Heroic Exemplary Medals, which are usually posthumously awarded; such recognition is normally unseen under regular circumstances.

In Zhao Jing’s eyes, Jiang Yuan might have some exceptional abilities, such as being a skillful forensic doctor, but he believed that, at least in crime scene investigation, Jiang Yuan should be comparable to himself.

This was the result of his reevaluation; before, he didn’t at all believe that Jiang Yuan was as capable as himself, which is why he had confidently directed the team.

Zhao Jing felt it was very necessary to prove this point.

“Light up this side for me,” Zhao Jing commanded a scene technician who had nothing to do.

The scene technicians from Pingjiang were quite obliging, shining the investigatory light according to Zhao Jing’s request, helped move over the investigation kit, and then quietly slipped away.

To the clear-eyed, it was evident that Zhao Jing was setting the stage for a contest with Jiang Yuan.

They naturally preferred to spectate the drama rather than get involved.

Zhao Jing meticulously scanned over each piece of wreckage, with even more care than at the beginning.

Originally, it should have been this way; a second inspection is much more challenging than the first.

For places where fingerprints or DNA have already been taken, it is difficult to take them again, and many times they’re not usable.

Of course, Jiang Yuan also left room for a second inspection—he hadn’t used up all the evidence in the first go, but it was still not easy.

Zhao Jing worked with a stern face, making a concerted effort.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces…

Zhao Jing was getting into the zone.

He had been a scene technician for twenty years and had completed countless more challenging scenes by himself.

To be fair, a case’s importance doesn’t necessarily correlate with its complexity.

Although the case in question was quite complex, the crime scenes left behind by a professional hitman’s underling inevitably had flaws.

Zhao Jing had already collected quite a few fingerprints and DNA samples, as well as pieces that might be considered physical evidence.

Gathered together and taken back to the lab, they could potentially lead to some clues.

This truck couldn’t have driven itself from Shannan Province.

Over the hundreds of kilometers, the driver couldn’t possibly be wrapped up like the scene technicians while driving.

It would be too easy for people to notice and question him along the way.

It was the factor of time that had altered the traces inside the car.

If Zhao Jing had received this wreckage as a current case, he would have been at least 80 percent confident he could find some clues.

Now wasn’t too different; Zhao Jing kept at it until he had no idea what time it was.

In any case, he was done.

Looking around, lights were on in several tents, and faint snoring sounds could even be heard coming from somewhere.

Zhao Jing couldn’t help but smile.

He slowly got up, carrying a box of evidence, and went to the largest tent, “Please take this.”

“Alright, you’ve worked hard,” said the police officer responsible for the evidence, who had come from Changyang City.

Waking up from sleep, they were very polite to Zhao Jing.

Zhao Jing looked around but didn’t see Jiang Yuan, so he asked directly, “How many fingerprints and DAN has Jiang Yuan collected?”

He still wanted to compare the two.

“Well…

I’m not quite sure,” the police officer said softly.

“Didn’t you count when you collected the evidence?”

“Uh, because there were several hundred…”

Zhao Jing’s brow furrowed instantly.

After concentrating his efforts and performing the inspection in full form, Zhao Jing was confident he was no worse than Jiang Yuan.

Zhao Jing himself had processed two areas, ultimately obtaining more than 40 fingerprints and DNA samples, which was twice what Jiang Yuan had previously submitted.

He felt that the final count submitted by the two of them, Jiang Yuan should be only twenty or thirty more than his own.

After all, Jiang Yuan had processed a complete plot plus half of three other plots, and then he re-inspected the plots that Zhao Jing and others had worked on.

Zhao Jing admitted that he was quick, which was characteristic of the youth, always fast and impulsive.

However, efficiency wasn’t simply about being quick.

But to process several hundred…

“Where are the evidences?

Show me,” Zhao Jing said.

“That…” The police officer hesitated for a moment then said, “How about I let you look at the backend?

Everything has already been logged in.

Captain Jiang is currently matching fingerprints, and it seems like they’ve gotten some results.”

Zhao Jing was still puzzled about the first part of the statement, but upon hearing the second part, he couldn’t help asking, “What kind of results have they gotten?”

“They’ve got a match,” the police officer explained, “The police force should already be arresting the suspect, but the specific circumstances, whether it’s the perpetrator or not, are still unclear.” The implication was that worrying about the evidence now was surely pointless.

Zhao Jing also realized what was going on—while he had been doing the inspection, had they already found a match for the suspect?

Zhao Jing suddenly felt a chill running down his legs.

Woo…

At the entrance of the tent up the slope, Dazhuang let out a low bark at Zhao Jing, as if to comfort him.

Zhao Jing tidied himself up a bit, changed his clothes and trousers, and then went back to his own tent to sleep.

Six people in one tent was hardly comfortable, but it was just about manageable for sleeping.

Through a few hazy dreams, as dawn was breaking, everyone eagerly emerged from their tents.

Some were boiling water, others were washing up, and those who were preparing for work continued with their preparations.

The phone call followed soon after.

“We’ve found the suspect who abandoned the car!” the police officer on the phone said with tears in his eyes.

They had thought the task was endless, but they hadn’t expected to find relief so quickly.