National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 561 - 510: Sitting on the Fence and Prodding the Pig (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Chapter 561: Chapter 510: Sitting on the Fence and Prodding the Pig (Seeking Monthly Votes)

"This is Hong Ziqin’s house," Wan Baoming signaled his subordinates to open the door.

Hong Ziqin is the deputy head of the logistics company under Jianyuan Group, responsible for selecting some lower-ranking underlings to transport various materials.

After being named by Liang Yanrong, he was quickly arrested, and the news should have reached the ears of Jianyuan’s senior management by now, but the latter had yet to react.

There had been many issues surrounding Jianyuan lately, including their daily operations, their own financial problems, the Huang-Li Drug Trafficking Group issue, and the disappearance of several of their personnel. Putting oneself in Yuan Jiansheng’s shoes, who was already beyond the age of delayed retirement, it was possible he was also struggling to keep up.

However, regardless of Yuan’s reaction, Yu Wenshu, Captain Yin, and others wouldn’t care. It was a matter of meeting force with force; this was akin to trapping a wild boar in the yard. As long as it didn’t break out, they would find a way to slowly kill it; it didn’t matter if a few pots and pans were shattered in the process.

"Once inside, pay attention to protecting the scene. We’re here for the scene investigation," Wan Baoming added after the door was opened.

The case was so significant that a deputy chief like Wan Baoming had become like an operational team leader, running around conducting surveys, representing a real deployment of police resources.

Mu Zhiyang had already dressed in shoe covers, a head cover, and gloves, responded affirmatively, drew his gun, and walked into the house, followed by Wu Junhao, carrying a Type 92 pistol.

Drug cases are very dangerous, and the people at Jianyuan had long established mature smuggling channels. With their deep entanglement with the Huang-Li Drug Trafficking Group, they were sure to have firearms. The task force also followed the example of the drug enforcement team, fully armed with guns, and all sorts of small artillery had been swept into the depths of the storage room.

Jiang Yuan and Lu Tongda entered afterward and surveyed the room.

It was a rather large duplex, with two floors and the height of each floor being more than 3.5 meters. Located at the top of the building, the total area was probably three to four hundred square meters. However, there were only three suites, which made the living room appear quite spacious.

"Isn’t drug trafficking very lucrative?" Lu Tongda asked, full of curiosity, "I thought he would have lived in a detached villa or something."

"Hong Ziqin’s children have gone abroad for their studies, and his wife has gone with them to accompany them. There’s no need for him to live in such a big house," Wan Baoming corrected.

Jiang Yuan frowned, "The size of a house doesn’t necessarily correlate with the number of occupants."

Wan Baoming coughed twice, "In any case, Hong Ziqin lived alone, but often had mistresses over."

"The wife goes abroad for the children’s education, and the husband finds a mistress back home? Is he that despicable?" Tang Jia couldn’t help frowning upon hearing this.

Wan Baoming spread his hands, "It’s probably that they were going to divorce anyway, but she couldn’t bear to part with her husband’s illegitimate income, and he didn’t dare to let his wife leave outright, so they just kept each other hanging. Hong Ziqin had transferred many of his domestic incomes abroad, and his wife also had quite a few assets in her name."

"Having money doesn’t justify that kind of behavior," Tang Jia said, her hand already on the police baton at her waist.

"Hong Ziqin transferred millions of dollars abroad each year. He may have assets overseas too," Wan Baoming glanced at Tang Jia and continued, "He generally only kept enough money for his annual expenses; his savings weren’t much. He probably anticipated bad things happening."

Tang Jia was astonished, "So, you’re saying he might still be considered a good man?"

"A good man who has many mistresses," Wan Baoming corrected her.

Trace evidence technicians gradually entered from the door, asking, "Captain Jiang, how should we proceed?"

"Such a generous man to his wife is likely also nice to other women. Maybe some of them know a secret or hold some information..." Jiang Yuan began with an analysis before instructing, "I’ll handle the master bedroom and the bathroom alone. Leave other rooms to you and I’ll do the kitchen later."

Jiang Yuan had a high level of expertise in crime scene investigation, and performing the inspection alone with the assistance of one technician could yield the best results. However, such an approach represented an ideal state. It was not just about Jiang Yuan’s limited capacity to conduct all the work, but the efficiency of this method wouldn’t be very high either.

Furthermore, for an ordinary scene, there was no need for Jiang Yuan to conduct a criminal scene investigation of LV4 or even LV5. Where there was no evidence, there simply was no evidence.

The accompanying trace evidence technicians and crime scene investigators had no objections. They had already followed Jiang Yuan in searching the homes of Liang Yanrong and another drug dealer, and although they hadn’t found much valuable evidence, they had developed some understanding among themselves.

Mu Zhiyang, carrying his gun, returned and followed Jiang Yuan into the master suite.

Inside was a bedroom with a large bed, a dressing room, a bathroom, and a balcony—similar to a well-decorated studio apartment.

Jiang Yuan gripped an evidence bag and headed to the bed with tweezers in hand, saying to another trace evidence technician who had come along, "Look for dandruff and hair, especially female hair. Then go through the wardrobe to see if there are any women’s items."

Soft bedding materials that people use now are quite difficult to clean. The softness of mattress-style beds, the underside of heavy bedsteads, and various soft textiles can easily harbor hair, skin flakes, and similar particles.

If handled and cleaned by professionals, there would be some room for concealment. But this deputy head had been arrested unexpectedly. Aside from being involved in drug trafficking, his daily life had been essentially normal, and he had made no special preparations for being caught.