Chapter 151: High Fall

Morning.

After eating another portion of ribs, accompanied by soup and rice, as well as a small amount of sour radish, a little chili sauce, a portion of hand-grabbed pancake, and a 200ml cup of cola, Jiang Yuan went to work in good health.

Last night, Jiang Yuan roughly described his worries.

As a well-known wealthy household in the city's famous demolition area, although Jiangfuzhen often hosted guests in the village, it was still hard to guarantee that some desperate person wouldn't come knocking.

After seeing more cases, Jiang Yuan's understanding of unexpected situations had also changed to a certain extent.

Jiangfuzhen expressed his agreement and decisively decided to launch an all-weather intelligent early warning defense linkage system—getting two dogs.

Jiang Yuan expressed his approval of his father's plan and sat in the Alphard to the criminal police team with peace of mind.

He had been working on too many cases these past two days; he was even too lazy to drive.

Arriving at the office, Jiang Yuan was also listless, first watering the green plants in the office, then putting on gloves to clean the cigarette butts from the flower pots on the windowsill, such as the spider plants.

Although cigarette butts would soon accumulate again, they could still look good for a few days.

After watering the flowers, Jiang Yuan swept the floor, mopped the floor, and wiped the table, like a well-behaved workplace newcomer.

He could now particularly understand the obsession civil servants had with the cleanliness of the office; to a certain extent, office hygiene was the only factor a workplace person could control.

Every word outside of this felt like an offense.

"Coming so early today?" Wu Jun entered the door with a serious expression.

"Master, morning."

Jiang Yuan responded, then curiously asked: "Are you in a bad mood today? Shall I make you a cup of tea?"

"Make one." Wu Jun sighed.

"Then let's have Longjing." Jiang Yuan made a large cup of tea for Wu Jun, put it in a large transparent cup, and placed it in front of Wu Jun.

"Many thanks." Wu Jun took a sip and said: "You didn't check the almanac, did you?"

Who would check the almanac all day long if they were a normal person?

Jiang Yuan muttered silently in his heart and asked: "What day is it today?"

"Unsuitable for all things." Wu Jun exhaled coldly, his expression as ugly as a food blogger who had just eaten a great white shark and been caught on the spot.

Jiang Yuan made a solemn gesture, nodded slowly, and said: "Hmm."

This was about the limit of Jiang Yuan's understanding of "unsuitable for all things." Even his father wasn't that superstitious; the almanac at home was used to wipe the table.

Wu Jun shook his head helplessly and said: "From a good perspective, at least it's not raining today."

"The weather is quite good, and the sunlight is also good." Jiang Yuan said in cooperation.

Wu Jun said: "Don't be too good. Under the scorching sun, corpses rot quickly and stink quickly."

"So that's what you mean." Jiang Yuan couldn't help but shake his head as he said: "People can't die every time it's unsuitable for all things. Our Ningtai County only has one or two homicides a year."

"There are more than a dozen unnatural deaths." Wu Jun said.

"That's true!"

However, more than a dozen unnatural deaths each year didn't mean that more than a dozen autopsies had to be performed.

Generally speaking, for most cases, a surface examination of the corpse is enough to determine the cause of death, so there is no need for an autopsy.

A small number of cases that require an autopsy don't necessarily turn into homicides.

Of course, if you really encounter a homicide, then it's another unit-stay package.

Knock, knock, knock.

A knock on the door sounded.

"Come in." Wu Jun shouted.

"Wu Wu Fa Yi Wu, Wu Wu Fa Yi Jiang." The person who entered was the familiar Mu Zhiyang.

He had a plaster cast hanging on his arm, looking like he hadn't fully recovered, but his whole spirit was quite good.

Red face and white teeth, looking very energetic.

Mu Zhiyang couldn't help but grin when he stood in the cold forensic office.

Wu Jun was stunned: "So it was you?"

"Me?"

Mu Zhiyang didn't understand and pointed to his own nose.

Wu Jun shook his head and smiled: "It's rare for anyone to still be able to suffer a gunshot wound now. How do you feel?"

"It's okay, a bit itchy." Mu Zhiyang giggled twice.

"This is luck. Some people have never seen a criminal fire a gun in their whole life."

"I can brag about it in the future. And I also won a third-class merit; I earned it." Mu Zhiyang looked very happy.

Wu Jun wanted to shake his head, but thought again and felt that a third-class merit was indeed quite fragrant.

Young people in the police system, if they don't get promoted when they are young, it will only be more difficult in the future.

It was not easy for Mu Zhiyang to win a real merit at such a young age, and he had even taken a bullet; for him personally, it provided quite a good opportunity.

"Thanks to you last time, too." Jiang Yuan handed a cigarette to Mu Zhiyang.

Mu Zhiyang said indifferently: "You've already thanked me, no need to say this again. Besides, I didn't block a bullet for you or anything; it was purely bad luck that I got shot."

"Regardless, if you hadn't taken the bullet at the time, the rest of us would have taken the bullet." Jiang Yuan lit the cigarette for Mu Zhiyang and smiled: "You've worked hard recently."

"Paid leave, it's quite good."

"Just coming back to work? A bit early, isn't it?"

"My mom goes over all day long, crying at every turn, which is also very annoying." Mu Zhiyang was probably really annoyed and couldn't help but complain: "It was hard to win a merit, and she still wants me to resign. You tell me if that's stupid."

Jiang Yuan and Wu Jun looked at each other and said nothing.

If they had taken a bullet, their families would definitely not just nag about resigning.

Fortunately, normal forensic doctors come into contact with more dead people.

Being a police officer is indeed a job with little worldly future.

In terms of power, it is very laborious and difficult for an ordinary police officer to become the head of a police station. In fact, most people can't reach this step.

In terms of income, the monthly salary of a police officer is basically transparent, and the places where money can be made are always dangerous. And it is much more dangerous than ordinary industries.

If there are any benefits, it is probably the weak power that comes with the position of police officer, as well as social recognition. But the power constraints and negative evaluations that accompany it may make people in this position feel even more emotional.

In short, for a police officer as a social individual, it is the most normal operation to have the idea of resigning from time to time.

Jiang Yuan and Wu Jun were not suitable to persuade Mu Zhiyang at this time.

A third-class merit is not enough to send him on the road to the blue clouds; it is nothing more than being a little smoother.

Mu Zhiyang actually knew this, complained a few words, and then stopped talking. He laughed again and said: "I'll take off the plaster in a few days, and then I'll officially go to work. If Wu Wu Fa Yi Jiang has anything to do, remember to find me."

"Alright." Jiang Yuan agreed immediately; the man had taken a bullet for him.

Wu Jun clicked his tongue twice, thinking to himself, this unlucky kid Mu Zhiyang, could it be that he turned his luck after taking a shot?

Now the whole county bureau knows that Jiang Yuan solves cases quickly and well, and those who want to invite him to fight... mainly haven't waited for the case.

Didn't expect Mu Zhiyang to know how to line up this queue as soon as he came back; this kid has widened his path!

"Let's eat together later. I'll make something lighter, Cantonese-style dishes, which can also be eaten after injury." Jiang Yuan looked at Mu Zhiyang's hanging arm and still felt a lingering fear.

When the fierce criminal rushed over that day, even though there were four people on their side, Jiang Yuan really didn't have any bottom in his heart.

In fact, it was the same. If the armed police sniper hadn't fired decisively and hit the vital point with one shot, the four of them, novices who couldn't even set up a formation, might have all been finished.

Mu Zhiyang agreed happily and was stuffed with two packs of soft Zhonghua by Jiang Yuan before leaving.

Jiang Yuan returned to his seat and suddenly felt full of motivation.

It was the same fear of danger, but it actually had the effect of negative times negative equals positive.

A day without incident.

After the master and apprentice fished for a few hours, they looked at the sunset together and smiled at each other.

It was time to get off work again.

Wu Jun was even more emotional; a day unsuitable for all things, meeting Mu Zhiyang, could be considered negative times negative equals positive.

Just thinking about it, Wu Jun's phone rang.

"Hmm... Team Huang." Wu Jun answered with a difficult expression.

"Wanghe Building, high-fall death, east side... you come in from this position in the parking lot." Huang Qiangmin explained the matter in two or three sentences.

Wu Jun's butt bounced up immediately: "Understood. Wanghe Building."

Hanging up the phone, Wu Jun looked at Jiang Yuan again, who was already a forensic doctor who knew how to prepare his own equipment. ===== CHAPTER 152 =====