National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 943 - 879: Uncle Eleven

The suspect was sent straight to Shiting County, and it was only then that Jiang Yuan and the others came down from the mountain at a leisurely pace.

Before leaving, Jiang Yuan made another meal for the dogs, considering that they would spend a small half-day on the road, so he directly used a temporary +1 skills boost on the dog food.

A Level 6 dog food skill would probably be glittering with gold even in the canine world.

Nineteen village dogs plus three police dogs, alongside numerous police officers, all ate until befuddled. Li Li and other canine unit instructors had no choice but to use their hands to pry the bowls from the police dogs’ mouths, feeling as if they were back to the early days of police dog training.

"We’re leaving," Jiang Yuan and others got in the car, bidding a reluctant farewell to the pack of dogs.

The affectionate village dogs even followed them for over a mile before, under their owners’ scolding, they reluctantly returned to the village.

The Rottweiler stood in the back of the pickup truck, letting out a long howl:

┗|｀O′|┛ Woof~~

Shiting County.

Meng Chengbiao arrived at the police station early, waiting for the officers to bring back the suspect and had prepared a large amount of documentation in advance.

The workload of the officers in Jiang Yuan’s Accumulated Case Team was still significantly less than that of other detective units. Even if working on a case was exhausting, it was limited; with many people in the special case group, ordinary officers could still find ways to slack off without being like some Criminal Police Brigades that treat big borrowed beasts as machines.

Additionally, Jiang Yuan’s Accumulated Case Team held considerable hidden authority, able to garner immediate staff replenishments whenever short-handed.

After all, when solving accumulated or severe cases, human resource costs can be said to be the lowest. Not only a famous expert like Jiang Yuan needs to be involved, but any responsible leader of an ordinary special case team can apply for a significant amount of additional personnel. However, as a student named Han from the year 2200 once said, "More is better," but it comes with certain conditions.

"Commissioner Huang, Captain Jiang, Director Bai..."

While Meng Chengbiao was preparing, he saw Huang Qiangmin and others enter with their bellies protruding, knowing that the interrogation time was approaching, his body started secreting hormones excitedly.

"Alright, the suspect has been delivered, the interrogation is now in your hands," said Jiang Yuan, taking over the interrogation work that usually would be left to the local officers.

However, that’s the nature of the beast; guests sometimes have the upper hand. The Shi Ting County Criminal Police Brigade was much weaker compared to several district bureaus in Qinghe City or the Changyang City Criminal Police Detachment, let alone compared to the district bureaus in Beijing.

With some emotional intelligence, Jiang Yuan introduced to Bai Jian, "Meng Chengbiao is our interrogation expert from the Accumulated Case Team. The drug trafficking case we worked on before coming to Shitin County, in collaboration with the Anti-Drug Brigade, the main suspect was interrogated by Meng Chengbiao. The difficulty level of that interrogation was extremely high."

The Anti-Drug Brigade’s interrogation primarily focused on "Poison Capture Net", with the main interrogation expert supposed to be Sun Fangyuan. Jiang Yuan embellished a bit, instantly highlighting the value of Meng Chengbiao.

Hearing this, Bai Jian nodded repeatedly, saying, "Team Meng has collaborated with us before, and now he is also rising in reputation..."

"You flatter me," said Meng Chengbiao, who was older but quite enjoyed this recognition.

After a brief exchange between the two parties, Jiang Yuan added, "I still have a few questions on my side, you can ask the suspect later and see how he answers."

"Please tell me," Meng Chengbiao quickly switched to work mode.

"Firstly, the person who bought the stolen goods had a vehicle with him; why didn’t he choose to dispose of the body?" As someone who had seen many cases, Jiang Yuan had his understanding and feelings about the suspects’ thought processes.

To explain from a scientific angle, it was as if the brain had built various models relating to the problems. When confronted with an issue, he would first apply a general model, and the more it fitted the relevant model, the stronger the feeling.

And as for some of the insiders Jiang Yuan had encountered, men who frequently traversed the mountains and had a vehicle would not find it difficult to abandon or bury a body. Compared to city residents, they were more familiar with those rarely visited places in the mountains, and their experience with using hoes and shovels was sufficient...

Meng Chengbiao agreed and made a note of it.

"The motive for the murder is something that we can still probe," Jiang Yuan continued.

"Yes."

"The rest I leave to you." Not belaboring the point, Jiang Yuan knew that when it came to interrogating criminals, Meng Chengbiao was much more professional than he was himself.

Meng Chengbiao took the order and went to work.

The group sat in the office for a while, and when the time seemed right, they went into the surveillance room together. A county bureau like Shiting didn’t have fancy command center facilities; the monitors in the surveillance room were 21-inch LCDs, and the image clarity was just passable.

The sound coming from the speakers was mainly Meng Chengbiao’s voice; the suspect’s answers were extremely curt, just a few simple words.

Yet Jiang Yuan and the others weren’t worried.

As long as the suspect spoke, the interrogation wasn’t considered too difficult, especially with the solid evidence at hand. The value of the confession lay more in its ability to corroborate facts than its actual content. Jiang Yuan and his team were mainly concerned with making the case ironclad, which would make it easier to push for the death penalty.

This was a kind of self-discipline for the detectives, a by-product of their dedication to their work. It actually had little to do with the criminal, even though it was his life that was being lost. But this interrogation was not really about him.

Three hours into the interrogation, the suspect began to confess, tears streaming down his face, marring it completely.

Those familiar with interrogations knew this was the killer mourning his own fate and silently blaming both the victim and the police.

Following the planned line of questioning, Meng Chengbiao continued to press, then asked the question posed by Jiang Yuan:

"What were you thinking after you killed her? Why did you leave the body at the scene? Didn’t you think about disposing of it elsewhere?"

The suspect, believing the interrogating officer was stringing together charges, hurriedly said, "No, how could that be. I hadn’t thought about further disposing of the body. After the killing, I hadn’t come to my senses when a dog rushed in, barking and trying to get at me. I could only fend it off with a stick and retreat, eager to get away. I had no time to deal with the body."

"What about after that? Did you go back inside?"

"No, after I left I threw away the stick, had to go home to change clothes and shoes, and deal with the blood on me. By the time I was done, I was so exhausted. Then I heard that the body was discovered, and then nothing I said mattered anymore." The suspect’s words still carried a hint of regret.

"You didn’t go back to the crime scene?" pressed Meng Chengbiao.

"No."

"Then describe the scene as you left it..."

The suspect didn’t answer right away but cautiously said, "I heard people say that the dog had chewed up the person at the end?"

"It wasn’t chewing; it was irrational biting." Meng Chengbiao corrected the suspect and continued, "Tell me, what was your motive?"

"No motive... really, none... I just wanted to make a pass at her. But then she insulted me. Honestly, we’ve seen women before, what’s wrong with making a pass at her? What, she thinks she’s some paragon of chastity..." The suspect, speaking more freely now, clearly had numerous grievances.

His complaints were his own and did nothing to absolve him of his crimes, but Meng Chengbiao still went along with him, facilitating the suspect to speak as much as possible.

This was probably one of the last joys of a man condemned to death. He could endlessly express his own values, and the officers provided as much emotional resonance as possible.

Many suspects might never have had such a candid conversation in their lives. Talking and talking, they could start from a suspended death sentence and end up with an immediate execution.

Upon hearing this, Bai Jian was completely reassured, and noticing Jiang Yuan and Huang Qiangmin’s diverted attentions, he pulled out his phone to check the time and said with a smile, "It’s getting late, shall we head to Zhengyang Tower?"

"Is the chef there?" Jiang Yuan had been craving Zhengyang Tower’s bullfrog dish ever since he last tried it and had asked someone to buy it specially.

But it had to be said, even the Jiang family’s usual chef couldn’t match the bullfrog dish made by generations of chefs at Zhengyang Tower, whose livelihood was based on this specialty. To invite the chief chef specially would seem overly formal.

"Ha ha," Bai Jian laughed. "Just a moment, I’ll make a call to arrange for Chef Shi to prepare in advance."

That night, the suspect was handed over to the prosecutor.

The bullfrog was tender and resilient.

Host and guests were all satisfied.

Over the next two days, while dining at Zhengyang Tower, Jiang Yuan managed to close a number of cases. The bureau chiefs in Shiting were so grateful they wished they could skin the bullfrogs and deliver them directly to Jiang Yuan’s bed.

The following day.

In the afternoon.

The county government leaders hosted a banquet for Jiang Yuan and his team. After the fifth course of frog dishes and three rounds of drinks, Jiang Yuan’s phone rang.

Jiang Yuan excused himself and stood up: "Hello, Uncle Eleven?"

Uncle Eleven’s voice was rather hoarse: "Ah Yuan, I think I’m going to die!"