National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 971 - 907 Regrouping

Half an hour later.

After a brief rest, Jiang Yuan returned, and the technicians in the laboratory had already been reconfigured.

The identical process continued, but the cases solved were genuinely substantial.

On average, three cases per hour, five suspects, outside Ni Cha was swinging handcuffs till they smoked, still unable to keep up with Jiang Yuan’s pace.

Whose case-solving rate is like this?

For a normal police investigation unit of about 20 people, arresting five or six suspects at once is considered a significant case. If there are plans to arrest more people, arrangements are made in advance. Even for minor theft or public decency cases, handling a dozen in a day can exhaust the officers.

But the cases Jiang Yuan is solving right now simply do not discriminate in size.

Anyone who has left footprints and lingered in the vicinity could potentially be recognized by their gait.

For criminals, this method of case-solving is absolutely terrifying; even Ni Cha and the others find it just as horrifying.

The day passed by quickly, and the personnel changed from fresh to experienced, from experienced to shocked, then from shocked to numb.

"This one. Number 4," Jiang Yuan called to a halt and lightly tapped with his hand.

The police officers, familiar with the process, didn’t need Jiang Yuan to ramble on; they immediately started capturing screenshots, tossing videos, and checking identities.

At the same time, a system interface popped up in front of Jiang Yuan.

Mission: When Out, A Dragon

Mission Content: The surge in cases is the perfect chance for a forensic doctor to exhibit their abilities, solving cases until 100 foreign colleagues regard you as a legendary detective.

Mission Progress: (100/100)

Mission Reward: Fly Identification (Level 6)

Jiang Yuan took a tactical sip of water.

The newly acquired skill was clearly a specialized area under Forensic Entomology, like the corpse-loving fly species often used to determine the time of death, which should fall under the category of Fly Identification. This means that if there are corpse-loving flies near a body, it will be even easier and more accurate to determine the time of death.

However, compared to broad fields such as Forensic Entomology or Forensic Pathology, Fly Identification is considered a minor skill in forensic science.

But any skill at Level 6 can be considered advanced. Moreover, Fly Identification can’t be equated simply with death time determination, as corpse-loving flies are just a small fraction of the fly family. In fact, the known fly species number in the thousands, with more than 1,600 species in the country alone.

Being able to identify thousands of fly species means this skill is not to be underestimated. In theory, Jiang Yuan could coast through life with just this skill, coupled with a supplemental allowance from his father.

After all, the application of Fly Identification is not limited to forensic science. For example, in agriculture, flies are an excellent supplement of protein, easy to breed and raise, and even home "micro-livestock farms" can be developed, allowing families without enough space or location to raise chickens or geese to obtain protein or related income through breeding...

Suddenly, Jiang Yuan frowned, feeling that some knowledge really seemed to pollute his knowledge system...

"God Jiang, you’ve worked hard, have some tea," Lin Ailin’s soft and mellow voice rang again next to him as she handed over a cup of tea.

Jiang Yuan’s mind was still spinning around "home micro-livestock farms." He took a sip of tea, put it down, and said to Lin Ailin, "You don’t need to help anymore, you can clock off and rest first, I’ll be off after finishing up here too."

"Oh... okay." Lin Ailin stared at Jiang Yuan for a while, then left disappointingly.

Jiang Yuan’s attention was on his newly acquired skill. Taking advantage of the excitement, he organized his thoughts.

"Let’s continue," Jiang Yuan waved his hand, signaling the production line to start again.

The officers, who had just had a bit to eat and drink, got up and busied themselves again.

Of course, the busiest was still Jiang Yuan.

Even if gait recognition by footprints is simple, Jiang Yuan had to concentrate.

The most challenging part of criminal investigation is actually the responsibility. Arresting someone is easy, but a wrongful arrest is harmful to anyone. Therefore, even with 90% certainty, one cannot let down their guard. This invisible pressure, for the police, is what easily leads to stress eating and hair loss.

After another hour of continuous work, Jiang Yuan exhaled and stopped.

More than 400 minutes of temporary +1 Skills were slowly ticking back down to zero.

Jiang Yuan was also extremely tired. He coughed twice and said, "Let’s call it a day."

"Off work?"

"God Jiang has worked hard."

"Thank you, God Jiang."

The second batch of police officers who came on shift were already exhausted, slumping over their desks. Upon hearing Jiang Yuan’s command, they suddenly felt reinvigorated and started packing up.

"God Jiang, have some tea." A soft and tender voice sounded again, offering a cup of tea.

This time, however, the person was a young man with delicate features, no feather stuck to his forehead, and a beret on his head. He was tall, thin, and had long legs.

Jiang Yuan hesitated for a moment before accepting the tea, and said, "Thanks."

"No need to thank me, God Jiang. By the way, my name is Chen Bingchao, I’m replacing Lin Ailin as your assistant." The young man gave a hearty smile revealing twelve big white teeth.

Jiang Yuan uttered an "Oh" and asked subconsciously, "Why the change?"

"Do you want to switch back?" Chen Bingchao countered with a question.

"Uh... It doesn’t really matter to me." Jiang Yuan replied casually and handed the cup back to Chen Bingchao.

Chen Bingchao happily flashed sixty-four white teeth and said, "That’s great then, please take care of me from now on..."

"No need." Jiang Yuan said and added, "I’m almost done here and getting ready to go back."

"Ah?" Chen Bingchao’s expression froze as his brain began to frantically think and strategize.

That evening, the official aircraft carrying Jiang Yuan returned to Qinghe City with a dozen people and several thousand pounds of durians.

Dama had plenty of cases, but the urgent major case had already been resolved. The assembly-line style of case-solving left many other cases and suspects for Ni Cha to be busily dealing with.

Jiangcun Residential Area.

The lights were bright and the feast was in full swing.

Jiang Yuan changed his clothes and seamlessly blended into the crowd.

Gatherings in the Jiangcun Residential Area were always easygoing, where older folks sat and bragged, while the young scattered around chatting.

Jiang Yuan found an empty table, grabbed a bottle of beer for himself, opened it, and drank.

The ice-cold beer flowed down his throat, washing away all the irritations from Dama.

"Bro." His cousin Jiang Qiansi handed Jiang Yuan two skewers of grilled meat and said, "I’ve been looking for you for days. You’re so hard to wait for."

"There haven’t been any deaths at your school, right?" Jiang Yuan said with a concerned look at Jiang Qiansi.

Jiang Qiansi was studying at Shannan University in Changyang City. Coming home just in time to see her forensic doctor cousin raised some eyebrows.

Jiang Qiansi laughed: "Bro, what are you thinking? It’s because our school’s archaeology department got involved in excavating a large tomb, found multiple skeletons, and heard that you are good with Skull Restoration Skills, so they wanted to invite you to help..."

"Your school has an archaeology department?" Jiang Yuan was genuinely surprised.

Jiang Qiansi nodded enthusiastically: "It’s not very famous, but it’s the number one archaeology department in Shannan Province. And nowadays, cultural creativity is very popular. Our school’s archaeology department’s club produces cultural products very well. The club president takes his job seriously and has already started his own business at a young age."

"Is it this club president who asked you for help?" Jiang Yuan asked with a relaxed expression.

Jiang Qiansi’s face blushed slightly: "Not really... The archaeology professors also reached out to me. I think they want to take advantage of the opportunity to excavate this tomb to learn some related techniques."

Jiang Yuan chuckled: "Skull Restoration Skills and Forensic Anthropology? Those are not skills you can learn in a day or two."

Jiang Qiansi became anxious: "Regardless of whether they can learn it or not, that senior completely matches my aesthetic preferences!"