Chapter 1270: Chinese-Style Aristocrat

Mechanic Zhang Fan was physically robust and had a happy family, with a son and a daughter; his beautiful wife kept three dogs and two cats. He was very calm when arrested, showing neither the shouting and screaming of a "Tarzan" nor the sky-high grievances of the "Two Hes."

Liu Jinghui and the others, along with Nicha and the others from the Dama Police Department, all revealed satisfied expressions upon seeing him.

It had to be someone like the mechanic Zhang Fan to fit the typical characteristics of a serial killer.

When asked why he killed, Zhang Fan answered in a way that also fit the mindset of a serial killer: "I just wanted to."

True mastery is always born from an impulse that comes from the heart, from the inside out—crime is no exception.

Those who commit crimes for fame or profit are always the easiest to catch; the more directly one rushes toward a destination, the more obstacles one often encounters.

The reason serial killers are difficult to track is precisely because they aren't initially chasing fame or profit; they simply possess a black heart like an innocent child, killing purely to satisfy the inner impulse to kill.

For such cases, the tricks most commonly used by the police are basically ineffective. One can only investigate by following objective clues, which is actually the most difficult way to handle a case. Why do so many foreign police officers resort to extracting confessions through torture, risking their own careers to handle national cases? Isn't it because their ability is insufficient to solve cases through clues, leaving them with no choice but to use their fists to force them out?

Correspondingly, cases solved by following objective clues are also easier to prosecute; to a certain extent, suspects are also more willing to acknowledge such evidence.

Especially after the dagger used in the crime was found in the parts warehouse where Zhang Fan worked, Zhang Fan had no more will to resist when he saw the interrogating officers again.

Reporters who heard the news quickly rushed into the Dama Police Department.

Compared to various entertainment news, criminal cases always have a strong market due to their authenticity.

The bureau chief was grinning from ear to ear. After "reluctantly" accepting a few exclusive interviews, he arranged for several media outlets to interview the officers who participated in the battle, mainly members of his own bureau.

The Chinese members participated in several interviews accompanied by Zhong Renlong and an interpreter.

Jiang Yuan only participated in one interview symbolically, but he recommended that Liu Jinghui and the others participate actively.

After all, this was so-called international cooperation; at the very least, they could show their faces in front of the leaders through ministry personnel like Cui Xiaohu. Jiang Yuan didn't really need this anymore, but Liu Jinghui, Mu Zhiyang, and the others—even someone like Wei Shikan—still had the need.

Cui Xiaohu, out of respect for Jiang Yuan, even took the initiative to teach them how to speak and how to selectively accept invitations from appropriate media and reporters...

Two days passed in the busyness unrelated to the case.

Jiang Yuan found time to go to the forensic autopsy room, called for Jacob, and conveniently performed a "soul-returning" re-examination on several corpses.

Jacob didn't suspect anything, assuming Jiang Yuan was just there to check for omissions. He specifically called over several subordinate forensic doctors and assistants, and while Jiang Yuan was examining the bones, he educated them: "Now you know how to become a top-tier forensic doctor. Which one of you, when a case ends, still reviews the corpses involved and re-performs the autopsy? But God Jiang does!"

Jacob: "If you say this is a meaningless increase in workload, I won't deny it, because as far as this job is concerned, it's completely unnecessary. But if you treat this as a career, learning from God Jiang's methods won't likely make you a god, but it will make you surpass ordinary people..."

Facing Jiang Yuan, who was truly re-examining the corpses, the young forensic doctors and assistants, though unwilling to admit it, still had to nod in agreement.

Most people, when working or even when choosing a job, don't hold the idea of becoming a god. However, facing Jiang Yuan, who had already become a god, everyone had nothing to say.

It was impossible for Jiang Yuan to oppose Jacob while he was conducting his education. Just because others use your articles for reading comprehension doesn't mean you possess the final right of interpretation.

Jiang Yuan just silently picked up a blue, glowing dumpling from in front of the black-faced manager Li Wanzhong.

Li Wanzhong's Legacy: Money-Saving Tips (LV3)—Li Wanzhong had been the best at saving money among his siblings since childhood, to the point that by age twelve, he began managing the family finances and successfully lowered his family's already meager expenses by picking up vegetable leaves after dinner. After starting work, Li Wanzhong won his boss's appreciation through various self-created money-saving methods. It was also because of saving money that he discovered the secret transaction between He Jun and He Cheng, which led to his fatal disaster. Li Wanzhong's only regret was that he had divorced and stopped contact with his children because of his frugality. His sudden death left him no time to properly arrange his estate. Had he known, he would have taught one of his children the way of saving money early on, which would have prevented his estate from being wasted.

Jiang Yuan, who had been a "demolition heir" for over a decade, felt as if a certain area of his brain had been activated by Li Wanzhong's legacy.

"Set the air conditioning to 26 degrees," Jiang Yuan said subconsciously, swallowing the second half of the sentence, "energy-saving mode."

Having a skill doesn't mean one must use it, but at this very moment, having just acquired the skill, Jiang Yuan was like a hammer demon—holding a hammer, he wanted to strike every head he saw.

Jacob assumed Jiang Yuan had some idea and hurriedly ordered people to adjust the air conditioning temperature.

Jiang Yuan just re-examined Li Wanzhong's corpse once more and ended the autopsy.

When preparing to leave, Jiang Yuan stood still and asked: "Have Li Wanzhong's ex-wife and children been notified? How is his corpse being disposed of?"

"The ex-wife told us to find his siblings," Jacob said, then added: "After the case ends, if no one comes to claim the corpse, we will bury it collectively."

"I'll donate 1,000 USD. If someone helps him with the burial, give the money to them; if not, use this money to hold a funeral for him." Jiang Yuan turned and instructed Wang Chuanxing, then left the autopsy room.

Jacob hesitated, not knowing how to respond.

After a while, Jacob asked Wang Chuanxing through an interpreter: "Does God Jiang have any thoughts?"

"Who knows what a demolition heir is thinking?" Wang Chuanxing shook his head.

The interpreter pondered for a moment, then said to Jacob: "This is the thinking of a Chinese-style aristocrat; it's an unfathomable way of thinking."

Jacob suddenly understood. He took off his white coat, put his hands into the pockets of his dark green vest, and mused: "I still have a lot to learn."

The next morning, hot pot session.

When full and satisfied, Nicha leaned next to Jiang Yuan and said: "God Jiang, our bureau chief is preparing to apply for a Datuk title for you."

"Datuk?" Jiang Yuan didn't react immediately.

"It's a highly respected title in Dama. You can hang it in front of your name. If you have a wife, your wife can also receive the title Datin... Your car's license plate will be different..." Nicha actively introduced it to Jiang Yuan.

It would be a pity if the other party didn't know the value of the gift that had been hard-won.

Although in Dama's title system, Datuk is lower than "Tun," "Tan Sri," and "Datuk Seri," and is itself divided into "Senior Datuk," "Second-Class Datuk," and "Datuk," it was still a very sincere commendation for a foreigner.

Among Chinese, Jackie Chan was awarded the Federal Territory Second-Class Datuk title, and the stable king of badminton, Lee Chong Wei, was awarded the Penang Second-Class Datuk title.

While expressing his gratitude, Jiang Yuan quickly translated Nicha's words for Huang Qiangmin and Cui Xiaohu.

Huang Qiangmin and Cui Xiaohu looked at each other, both revealing smiles as soft as pork knuckle rice.

"Little Zhong," Huang Qiangmin called Zhong Renlong over and smiled: "You bring the case files you want to handle tonight and find us at the hotel."

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