National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 802 - 745: Sunken Pond

Chapter 802: Chapter 745: Sunken Pond

Jiang Yuan hadn’t even fully examined the body when he was pulled back to the air raid shelter for an onsite inspection.

At the same time, the arrested non-mainstream individuals were scrambling to confess, and this gradually evolved into a race to inform against others.

Not everyone was implicated in blood, and those who confessed first were believers who considered themselves "deceived." Some didn’t even need police motivation or policy preaching; they couldn’t help but spill the beans.

After Jiang Yuan arrived, Tang Jia, who had gotten there earlier, had already gathered information. Waiting at the entrance, she briefed him as they walked:

"Captain Jiang, from what we’ve seen so far, the factory building outside the air raid shelter is the main activity area for these people. The fourth floor of the office building has been converted for the exclusive use of the Sect Hierarch. Its decoration level is about the same as the second and third floors, and not much renovation has been done on the first floor to keep it under cover."

"The second and third floors have reception rooms, public activity spaces, as well as a gym, restaurant kitchen, practice rooms, meditation rooms, recreational rooms, and so on. It’s like a whole factory area, originally intended for the use of hundreds, now utilized by just a few dozen people."

"The dormitory building is still maintained, but with communal living as the mainstay. Only a few key members have individual rooms. They’re small, around thirty to forty square meters with a bed and bathroom, about the size of a standard hotel room. They mainly emphasize group activities."

"The exception is for believers with serious illnesses. If they’re seriously ill, they get private rooms and then practice a certain technique invented by the Sect Hierarch. Once their virtue is fulfilled, a ceremony is held in the Hierarch’s floor to bid them farewell. Afterward, the Hierarch announces they’ve gone to the Western paradise, and everyone buries them. Eventually, they are exhumed and displayed, claiming a sharing of virtue..."

Tang Jia provided Jiang Yuan with a rough description of the cult’s use of the factory space, to facilitate his judgment during the inspection.

This information is still very meaningful for inspection. Just like if you see a balloon in an adult paraphernalia store, you can’t simply consider it a five-cent balloon. Similarly, if you see a balloon in Disneyland, you also can’t assume it’s just a five-cent balloon. By the same token, if you see a balloon at an altitude of thirty thousand meters in some country, you still can’t dismiss it as just a five-cent balloon.

Jiang Yuan listened as he walked and quickly made a decision to enter the air raid shelter for inspection.

This was the last place Huang Jianzun stayed and was relatively hidden. Jiang Yuan thought it was the most likely place to yield results. As for other places, that was left to the Zhengguang Bureau and the Beijing Bureau’s other forensic staff to inspect.

This time, the involved area was too vast; even if Jiang Yuan had three heads and six arms, he couldn’t possibly inspect it all.

Inside the air raid shelter.

Several high-power electric fans were whirring, attempting to exchange the foul smell inside the place.

This wasn’t for the comfort of the inspection staff but for the convenience of the coming police dogs.

No matter how the suspects touted it, the core of the air raid shelter space was a place for "mischief."

Here there were large amounts of drugs, anesthetics, adult paraphernalia, and daily necessities, among which there were certainly parts involved in crime. The task of the police dogs was to sniff them out.

Of course, if there were bodies or bones or something in the shelter, they should be able to find them too.

Tang Jia followed Jiang Yuan’s pace, making records the entire time.

And the most numerous pieces of evidence were the wealth of adult paraphernalia: sleeves, rings, eggs, sticks, plugs, whips, balls, clamps, bindings, hoods, lubricants, tail candles, machines, electric shocks, ones with edges, points, hooks, spikes, threads, chains, moving, stationary, shaking, squirting, sucking, poking, prodding, plus those for binding, tightening, pulling, twisting, buttoning, clipping, squeezing, as well as strap-on and belt-style, heating, remote-controlled, pulse, and dual-stimulation.

Sleeves with ultra-thin, flat or textured, cold sensation, hot sensation, cooling and heating, orange-scented, clove-scented, thirteen-spice, colored, vibrating... (I have a brilliant punchline, but for fear of being called out for padding, I won’t continue.)

Several police officers, in coordination, took photos of these adult items, bagged them, labeled them, and then boxed them up to be shipped out. Later, in court, these items would all serve as physical evidence.

Many officers took advantage of the task of transporting items to come and witness this astonishing scene.

"Their sleeves can be used for 30 years."

"So much lube, they must be preparing to play until the end of the world."

"Maybe they applied it over a larger area?"

Even with Tang Jia present, it didn’t affect everyone’s low-voiced discussions.

After a while, Cui Qishan also rushed over.

In theory, Cui Qishan was still the one who initiated the investigation on this case, it just quickly slipped out of his control, that’s all.

"You don’t say, you really don’t say, Huang Jianzun has some clever tricks up his sleeve," Cui Qishan remarked after inspecting the scene, clicking his tongue in admiration, "let alone old men in their sixties or seventies, using this test wouldn’t work on officials either."

"The body-cam is turned on," Jiang Yuan reminded him.

"No problem, what we’re discussing here illustrates the feasibility of his methods. To tell you the truth, in recent years, the number of elderly people caught soliciting prostitutes has been increasing. Elderly people have needs too, you know. If they can’t get satisfaction at home and social welfare measures are not effective, isn’t Huang Jianzun hitting right where it hurts?" Cui Qishan said, shaking his head.

Tang Jia couldn’t listen anymore and said, "Captain Cui, you can’t just tar everyone with the same brush."

"Of course, there are still less than 100 suspects involved, right? This shows that only a minority have these ideas, come into contact with them, and end up going through with them," Cui Qishan replied with a smile.

Tang Jia shook her head and said, "There are a lot of cancer patients here, in the late stages of cancer, seriously ill, how could they possibly..."

"There are basically no late-stage cancer patients admitted here," Cui Qishan interrupted her, continuing, "Huang Jianzun only allows early and mid-stage cancer patients to make donations and move in, except for two who gave a lot of money. These people, nominally they are here for treatment, but in reality, it’s both for their illness and for... satisfying life’s regrets, you could say."

"The Little Overlord learning machine tactic," Xiao Si chimed in, having arrived at some point to back up Cui Qishan, "Patients definitely want to get treated, just like kids obviously want to study well. But once they’re really in, it’s like the Little Overlord learning machine is switched on, and there’s not much time that can truly be spent on studying. What ultimately prompts their decision is definitely not the learning capabilities of the machine."

Tang Jia, a bit bewildered, asked just before Cui Qishan and Xiao Si could show their smiles, "What is the Little Overlord learning machine?"

The smiles on Cui Qishan’s and Xiao Si’s faces instantly froze.

"It’s something called a learning machine, which is actually a gaming console... an early model of home gaming consoles. Games in the past... the games back then, you played them with it," Xiao Si explained, his mood having dampened.

Tang Jia then nodded, "So, the girls from places like Zhang Lizhen and Zhanggang Village aren’t believers, but tools for entertaining the believers and maintaining the sect?"

"At the beginning, it surely started like that, but how it developed afterward is up to the interrogation results," Cui Qishan put it simply, but wasn’t optimistic about the outcomes, at least not for some of the people involved.

Not to mention Huang Jianzun’s setup was quite profitable, and his subordinates had made a good amount of money; the organization itself didn’t allow dissenting voices.

At the beginning, the girls might have had some room to negotiate, some right to haggle, but as time went on, especially after they came to this factory, their right to speak was undoubtedly diminished. Otherwise, the variety and quantity of the sex toys found in the bunker wouldn’t be so extensive.

Judging from the situation in the bunker, the environment was clearly unfriendly to the sex workers. If they truly had enough choice and freedom, logically, at least some of the girls would choose to leave.

However, such things never happened. There was no news of Huang Jianzun spread around, but instead, the number of bodies in the factory kept increasing, and Zhang Lizhen’s death was also full of violence.

Jiang Yuan could guess some of it and shook his head, continuing with his work.

Before long, Cui Qishan returned.

"Captain Jiang, Tao just called. He couldn’t get through to your phone," Cui Qishan explained, and then said, "The underwater bodies are confirmed. A team has been dispatched to verify."

Jiang Yuan asked, "How many?"

"We only have circumstantial evidence now. It’s from the testimony of the driver. He claims he didn’t do it personally but knew something was off. He helped transport bodies three times, at least three bodies."