Chapter 121

"Dog brother—"

"Dog brother~"

Jiang Yuan was awakened by the rooster crowing early in the morning, and he was stunned for several seconds, suddenly feeling a sense of time and space reversal, as if he had returned to the foot of Wu Longshan Mountain.

At that time, he was still an innocent youth, thinking that if he went up the mountain, through his exquisite Lv4 crime scene investigation skills, he could find some trace evidence, and if he was lucky, he could even scrape up some fingerprints, and maybe he would solve the case smoothly.

It had only been a few days of eating thirty or forty big roosters, and the case files already listed more than twenty homicides.

Equivalent to wiping out two and a half hiking teams.

And he had risked his life once!

To be honest, Jiang Yuan graduated from the forensic department of the medical university, and the professional death modes he feared most were, first, being infected by a corpse, second, having his throat slit by a killer returning to the crime scene, and third, getting cancer from inhaling too much formaldehyde in formalin.

Gunfights were a mode Jiang Yuan had never even thought of.

It was all thanks to his teammates being capable; it was thrilling and exciting, and thinking back, he still felt a bit of lingering fear.

His heartbeat was still fluttering.

Jiang Yuan took out his phone and sent a WeChat greeting to Mu Mu Zhiyang, thanking his teammate for the sacrifice and for keeping him safe.

Getting up and leaving the bedroom, he happened to see his old man also walking out of the door, bleary-eyed.

"Dad." Jiang Yuan called out.

"En." Jiangfuzhen looked at his son, then looked out the window, just in time to hear the rooster crowing again.

Jiangfuzhen walked to the window, took another look, then looked at Jiang Yuan and asked: "Do you want to eat rooster?"

Jiang Yuan hesitated for a moment and said: "For breakfast? It's probably too late, isn't it?"

"Stir-fried chicken legs are quite fragrant too." Jiangfuzhen said, taking out his phone and making a call: "Old Liu, is it your rooster crowing? I know it's for paying respects to the ancestors, but you got too many. Kill a big one, I'll come over later to pick up two legs and stir-fry them for breakfast."

After the person on the other end of the phone agreed, Jiangfuzhen went into the bathroom to wash his face and ordered Jiang Yuan: "You go heat up the pot, I'll go get the chicken and be right back."

"Oh." Jiang Yuan replied, turned, and went into the kitchen. When he came out, he clearly heard the rooster's crowing outside the window change significantly.

For breakfast, Jiang Yuan had stir-fried chicken leg meat with green peppers, served with steamed buns and red chili sauce.

With no woman in charge at home, the two men each brewed a cup of tea and ate heartily with the buns.

The residential area was quiet, and not a single rooster crow could be heard anymore.

After 7 o'clock, teams were calling out to set off one after another.

When it comes to paying respects to ancestors, the people of Jiang Village are professionals.

Especially in the last dozen years or so, with the progress of demolition, every household actually has nothing to do. And the importance of paying respects to ancestors has been continuously elevated.

From once a year, to twice a year, to worshipping whenever there is an opportunity. The division of labor and cooperation among the heads of each family and branch in paying respects to ancestors are also constantly increasing.

What each household does and what they need to do is on a multi-year rotation, and it has been allocated and clarified in advance.

This year, the only change was that Seventeenth Uncle and Seventeenth Aunt were gone, so a slight adjustment was made.

9 o'clock in the morning.

Old Jiang Village, Jiang Family Ancestral Hall.

The ancestor worship ceremony officially began.

First, the grandfathers and grandmothers wearing theatrical costumes danced with strange steps.

Then, several elders stood in the front row and offered sacrifices to the ancestors.

A big rooster, a sheep, and a big fat pig.

Immediately after, two pairs of newlyweds, wearing bright red wedding clothes and covered with red veils, arrived in front of the ancestral hall.

These were young people who took the opportunity of ancestor worship to get married as well.

In most cases, these were young people who had already received their marriage certificates or even held weddings. However, the omen of ancestor worship was very good, and the villagers were happy to have people hold happy events together.

By the time this set was finished, it was already 10 o'clock. Third Grandpa looked at the time and shouted "Top scholar pays respects to ancestors," and someone pushed Jiang Yuan up.

Going up together was the plaque for the "Home of a Second-Class Merit Recipient."

Then, Third Grandpa asked Jiang Yuan to wear the second-class merit medal, burn three sticks of incense, and report the good news to the ancestors.

Jiang Yuan obeyed obediently.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Jiang Yuan's mood was unusually calm.

Suddenly, he really wanted to pay his respects earnestly.

This time when he went out, this second-class merit medal itself carried the aura of death. Just like those deceased hikers, none of them really wanted to seek death.

A simple, ordinary hike that was nothing more than changing locations turned into a journey to the end of life.

Death is often closer and more sudden than everyone imagines.

The final ceremony was someone nailing that small, about 30-centimeter-long "Second-Class Merit Recipient" plaque to the top of the porch in front of the ancestral hall.

Looking up, the ceiling of the porch, which was about a hundred square meters, was already filled with various plaques, some of which even covered the small plaques of previous generations.

And the most conspicuous plaque among them was undoubtedly the "Presented Scholar" plaque, 3.3 meters long and 2.2 meters wide, with a jujube-red background, placed in the center of the main beam.

Third Grandpa stomped his feet, looked up, and said: "When our Jiang family produces more talent, we will expand this porch, put up more plaques, and give our descendants an account."

The young people around him responded with a roar, full of momentum.

But everyone knew that after returning home, these people would mostly continue to provide consumption power for the motherland.

Afternoon.

Jiang Yuan took the keys to the Raptor from the key cabinet, drove it out of the underground garage under his building, went straight to the residential area's cafeteria, loaded two boxes of boiled red eggs into the truck bed, thought about it and took some incense left over from the ancestor worship, asked for a few packs of Soft Zhonghua cigarettes, and headed to his unit.

He had vacation time, but staying at home was noisy, so it was better to just come over.

Familiar with the route to the parking lot, because he arrived late and the spot was a bit far, Jiang Yuan called Wang Zhong and said with a smile: "Zhong-ge, I brought some eggs, do you want to come over and help move them?"

"Oh, Jiang Yuan, you're back. It just so happens I wanted to go down and stretch my legs." As Wang Zhong replied, the sound of a chair being pushed could be heard over the phone.

In a while, Wang Zhong ran down, looking very happy.

Jiang Yuan stood on the truck bed and waved, then moved out a box of red eggs and said: "I've been on a business trip for a long time, let's get everyone some red eggs to eat."

"Red eggs prepared by a forensic doctor, no problem." Wang Zhong laughed, then looked Jiang Yuan up and down, and clicked his tongue: "Jiang-ge, just call me directly if you have anything in the future. You killed it in the fingerprint competition in Shannan Province; who could have imagined it? 10 homicides, you don't know how much Team Leader Huang is drooling."

"The fingerprints I made in the fingerprint competition, don't they count for our team?" Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow.

"They count, but they aren't counted as full marks, don't we have to share them?" Wang Zhong carried a box of boiled red eggs and walked as fast as flying.

Jiang Yuan also carried a box, brought the Soft Zhonghua cigarettes, followed Wang Zhong, and when they reached the lobby, he put the box down and said to the police officer in charge of the service desk: "These are the red eggs I brought, anyone who wants some can just take them."

"Oh, okay." The police officer was still a bit stunned.

Wang Zhong carried the box and said: "This is our bureau's forensic doctor Jiang Yuan, the one who was reported in the fingerprint competition for matching 10 cold homicide cases."

Jiang Yuan cupped his hands and went upstairs with the Soft Zhonghua cigarettes.

In the office.

Wu Jun pushed his chair back to the end and was taking a nap.

Jiang Yuan stopped Wang Zhong from waking him up, opened a pack of Soft Zhonghua, lit one, and waved it in the air a few times.

Wu Jun's eyes slowly opened.

"Had a dream?" Wu Jun saw Jiang Yuan holding the lit Soft Zhonghua, feeling like it was a double blessing, yet unbelievable.

"Master, I'm back at work." Jiang Yuan handed the Soft Zhonghua to Wu Jun.

Wu Jun took a few puffs, and his whole person sobered up, sitting up all at once: "Good lad, you finally decided to come back."

"I was called away by Director Liu of the provincial bureau, which delayed me." Jiang Yuan explained.

"En, the Wu Longshan Mountain wild man case, you ended up making it into a hunter series murder case. It's not bad that you could come back so quickly. I saw the report, more than twenty people died?" Wu Jun also cared about Jiang Yuan's situation here at all times.

Jiang Yuan nodded and added: "It hasn't been fully interrogated yet, I estimate there are more."

"Have you eaten red eggs?"

"I have. I brought a lot more over." Jiang Yuan couldn't help but smile.

"Eat two more, I'll eat one too." Wu Jun knocked on the eggshell while asking: "Did you jump over a fire pile?"

"Not yet."

"En, then jump over one in a while. Do you want to burn some yellow paper?"

Jiang Yuan was speechless: "You even have yellow paper."

"I usually burn yellow paper whenever I encounter more than two corpses." Wu Jun said, pulling out a stack of yellow paper from the bottom drawer, fishing out a Xuande censer from under the radiator, locking the office door, and spreading it out in the middle to light it: "Do both at once, it's a new era, let's be efficient."

Jiang Yuan followed suit, only remaining skeptical about the new era Wu Jun spoke of.

When the office door opened again, police officers who received the news came over one after another to see the spectacle, of course, in the name of greeting him.

For a small place like Ningtai County, let alone 10 cold homicide cases, even one is a major event.

Jiang Yuan also visited the several offices on the fourth floor and solemnly presented red eggs.

As a member of the Criminal Science Squadron, Jiang Yuan was still very willing to maintain good relationships with his colleagues.

Delivering them all the way to the imaging office, Jiang Yuan saw an interesting scene.

Two police officers were trying their best to help a young lady, who was likely the victim, find road surveillance footage, probably wanting a clearer image of a face, but the pixels of the surveillance footage in Ningtai County were generally low, and it was quite difficult to find an image with higher clarity.

This is actually a common phenomenon. Don't look at how there is more and more surveillance footage in the country; they were all installed at different times. Moreover, the cost of high-definition cameras is several times that of ordinary cameras, and they are all installed in important road sections and checkpoints.

Furthermore, cameras are exposed outdoors, subjected to wind, sun, and rain, and have to face the test of various light changes and environmental changes; it is normal for them not to be clear.

Police officers doing image investigation usually find a bit of clarity among a large amount of unclear images, and often they can solve the case.

And for Jiang Yuan, who had just upgraded his Lv5 image enhancement, wasn't this a coincidence?

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Shen Changqing walked on the road, meeting people he knew, and they would all greet each other or nod.

But no matter who it was.

No one had any extra expression on their face, as if they were indifferent to everything.

Regarding this.

Shen Shen Changqing was already accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an institution that maintains the stability of the Great Qin, whose main duty is to kill demons and monsters, and of course, there are some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone's hands are stained with a lot of blood.

When a person is used to life and death, they become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Shen Changqing was a bit unaccustomed, but over time, he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is very large.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful experts, or people with the potential to become experts.

Shen Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

The Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions: one is the Guardian, and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of Demon Slayer,

And then is promoted step by step, eventually hoping to become a Guardian.

Shen Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee Demon Slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, also the lowest level of Demon Slayer.

Possessing the memories of his predecessor.

He was also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Shen Changqing to stop in front of a pavilion.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of killing, this pavilion seems to stand out from the crowd, presenting a different kind of tranquility in the blood-filled Demon Suppression Division.

At this time, the gate of the pavilion was wide open, and people occasionally came in and out.

Shen Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping inside.

Entering the pavilion.

The environment changed suddenly.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with a faint smell of blood rushed towards him, making his brows instinctively wrinkle, but they soon relaxed.

The bloody smell on everyone in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to wash away.