National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 655 - 599: Unsealing

Chapter 655: Chapter 599: Unsealing

Jiang Yuan, leading a group of more than thirty people, arrived at the Zoumadao Police Station and within just a few days, had delivered dozens of talents to the detention center.

The main reason was that the operating patterns of various units were similar and, over the years, had almost solidified into a fixed method of defrauding money. As soon as one problem was grasped, it could lead to a whole string of them.

Among them, there was a fugitive who had once been imprisoned for three years due to economic crimes. During his incarceration, he honed his skills on a sewing machine, but when he committed another crime, he escaped. This time he was caught again, and with the two cases combined, he was looking at upwards of 10 years in jail. It was estimated he would be able to develop a foundation-level mastery of the sewing machine.

The other cases’ participants seemed pale by comparison, with very few being able to be sentenced to 5 years of imprisonment.

Especially a few young people in the tourist shops who had just graduated and found employment as salespersons in the company. They sang and danced, lively and cheerful, but didn’t earn much money. They probably only performed for dozens of busloads of tourists. These people were very likely to receive probation.

Running this round of cases took another three days, which was even more exhausting than the investigation phase.

The main cost stemmed from taking statements from tourists. Most tourists visiting Ningtai would only stay for a day, some arriving by train in the morning and leaving by bus in the evening.

To pinpoint these tourists, the police officers had to wait on the inevitable path of the tour buses, stopping them to take statements as soon as they saw the confirmed license plates.

Some tour buses led by guides were full of complaints on the return trip, and both sides had already started hurling insults at each other. In such cases, taking statements proved very effective.

But some guides were really good at managing people. On the return trip, the tourists would be singing and dancing, potentially seeing the police as meddling and delaying their meals.

Latterly, the police began cornering people in restaurants, then taking their statements separately. However, the problem remained the same: many tourists hadn’t suffered any loss and were anxious not to miss their schedules, constantly urging the police officers...

It was only because Jiang Yuan had reinforced the manpower of Zoumadao Police Station by one hundred percent that others didn’t know, but Tan Jing, Station Tan, was already on the brink of collapse.

Of course, he was not far from collapse even now.

After all, as an experienced station director, Tan Jing’s physical health allowed him to pull an all-nighter occasionally and walk tens of thousands of steps during the day—that was his limit.

But the current situation involved a constant inflow of criminal suspects, many of whom needed to be urgently interrogated, while the number of cases within the jurisdiction showed no sign of decreasing. Any conflicts or disputes still required officers to be dispatched.

Although Tan Jing wasn’t required to do the most tiring and difficult tasks, his workload had still significantly increased compared to his usual routine.

After another hard day’s work, Tan Jing left his office with his legs wobbling.

Passing by the main office, he heard the police officers still bustling about:

"Where’s my pen? Who took my pen?"

"Lend me a pen..."

"Where’s the inkpad?"

"Where’s my cap badge?"

Hearing the familiar voices, Tan Jing felt somewhat relieved.

"Is Station Tan off work?" Jiang Yuan emerged from behind and greeted him.

Tan Jing felt somewhat embarrassed, although it was indeed time to finish work, but as the station chief, facing the supporting force, Jiang Yuan...

"I just came out to take a look. If there’s nothing else, I am preparing to go back," Tan Jing delicately conveyed his intention to finish work.

"I’m treating everyone to dinner, does Station Tan want to join?" Jiang Yuan didn’t care whether Tan Jing was off work or not. He had now become familiar with the use of Zoumadao Police Station’s police officers, who were more convenient for him to command without the station chief present.

Naturally, Tan Jing wanted to go home, but hearing Jiang Yuan say this, he could only force a couple of awkward laughs and respond, "It should be us treating you to dinner."

"Come on, your station’s account is in the red this month," Jiang Yuan didn’t actually spend much of Zoumadao Police Station’s funds.

But how could a small police station possibly handle the expenses of a homicide-level investigation? Now that Chai Tong was no longer in charge, the Zoumadao Police Station was able to persist until now.

Tan Jing didn’t know whether to be happy or worried, he sighed and said, "Let’s not talk about money, it gives me a headache."

"We’re grilling beef tonight," Jiang Yuan said with a smile, then added, "I’m personally treating everyone. It’s time to cull the cows from my family’s ranch, so my dad brought some over to let everyone have a taste and give some feedback."

"How could we accept such generosity..."

"Don’t worry about it. Come if you can, no pressure if you can’t," Jiang Yuan waved his hand and left for the day.

He came home early today because he needed to cook.

Ever since the comrades of Jiang Fuzhen started their meat-cooking tradition, Jiang Yuan occasionally cooked as well, but more often for dogs than for people.

This time was actually the same—the real star of the invited guests was Dazhuang. It’s just that the others didn’t know it.

Jiang Yuan also added the temporary skill points he hadn’t used in the last few days, +1, to Dog Food (LV5).

Level 6 dog food took shape right in front of Dazhuang.

Compared to Level 5 dog food, Level 6 dog food took into account style and seasonality.

The ingredients chosen were not only fresh, but also seasonal, and some adjustments were made with the needs of police dogs in mind.

Unlike many dog owners who always like to buy expensive foods such as steak, lamb chops, and salmon, the ingredients Jiang Yuan selected were relatively cheap, such as beef heart and liver.

The low price of these beef by-products didn’t mean they were lacking in nutrition. On the other hand, the expensive foods reflect human preferences, which are clearly different from what dogs prefer.

Adhering to this philosophy, Jiang Yuan quickly cooked up a big pot of dog food that was cheap in terms of ingredients, yet looked and smelled delicious.

The moment he lifted the lid, not only dogs gathered around the outdoor stove, but many people also watched.

The police dogs, in particular, were so excited they barked incessantly.

Feeling the gaze of so many people and dogs, Jiang Yuan decided to cook another batch, preparing a whole pot of Uncle Seventeen’s fried rice.

Several large bowls of rice, moistened with five or six eggs, were poured into a well-seasoned iron wok with just a touch of oil, immediately turning a golden color, ready to be savored.

Attracted by the dog food, the people watching Jiang Yuan’s cooking were amazed.

"No wonder Jiang Fuzhen is wealthy; Jiang Yuan is truly economical!"

"The ingredients for his stew are all beef offal."

"The fried rice is just like how Seventeen made it back in the day, with a clean and straightforward recipe."

Of course, the ones most eager to show off were the dogs, including Dazhuang and several other off-duty police dogs who couldn’t help but bark excitedly, unable to contain their anticipation.

While Jiang Yuan had people serve the dogs their food, he also scooped out fried rice to share with everyone.

A group of off-duty police officers from the station started tearing up as they ate.

"It would have been great if Captain Jiang stayed. He could teach us a few more skills," a young officer from the station said, rolling up some fried rice with emotion.

Mu Zhiyang laughed. "Even if you learned the skills, do you plan to eat fried rice every day?"

"The fried rice is really good."

Mu Zhiyang sneered, "You all think too positively. Unless there’s a homicide case, Captain Jiang has to go back most of the time."

While they were talking, Jiang Yuan’s phone rang.

"Someone died at the restaurant," Jiang Yuan said briefly after the call, putting down the meat skewer in his hand.