[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner":3,"chapter-the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-249":6,"glossary-terms-4551":23},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Nation's Forensic Medical Examiner",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2326944,4551,"Chapter 249: Cold and Heartless","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-249",249,"\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan opened his contact list and saw two friend request notifications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was from Daily Depressed, the other from Trace Evidence Li Rui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan accepted both, then asked Daily Depressed: 【May I ask which unit you’re from? Do you have an official ID? This involves evidence.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daily Depressed promptly sent a photo of his ID and said: 【Haha, you’re quite careful.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan opened it and nearly choked—Deputy Director Wan Baoming, Changyang City Center for Criminal Scientific Technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By rank, this man was on par with Liu Jinghui—just one step away from wearing a white shirt, higher than Huang Qiangmin’s level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, cadres in big cities were generally higher-ranked than county-level leaders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Jiang Yuan replied with proper deference: 【Good day, sir. I didn’t recognize you. Just a moment—I’ll send you the materials via internal network.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Alright, alright. No rush.】 Daily Depressed sounded unusually courteous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, Jiang Yuan transmitted the fingerprint data via internal network to Wan Baoming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The latter thanked him again, then fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, Daily Depressed’s avatar lit up again, sending text in segments:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【It’s a confirmed match.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Incredible!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Our trace evidence office has been working on this for weeks and never got a match.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【This case is solved. I never expected it—never expected it. Wait, I’ll send this to the team to make the arrest. The district bureaus are frantic—dozens of officers have been working nonstop for nearly a week, and they’ve been hounding me daily. I never imagined you’d crack it in just a few hours.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【When I attended the fingerprint summit at the provincial bureau, I noticed you, but I was tied up with a case and never got to speak with you. If you ever come to Changyang, please let me know.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan didn’t want the man to keep messaging, so he replied quickly: 【Alright, no need to be so polite.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daily Depressed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【It’s not politeness—it’s genuine admiration.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【I’ll get Old Wang to treat you to dinner.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Kneeling.gif】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came several more text blocks in rapid succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using his Document Analysis (Lv3) ability, Jiang Yuan deduced Wan Baoming was likely a relatively young middle-aged man—around thirty-five or thirty-six.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Older middle-aged men rarely typed messages; if they used WeChat, they preferred voice notes—but often found them too informal, so they usually just called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only those in their early thirties, newly entering middle age, were comfortable and willing to type.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Younger people wouldn’t yet hold the rank of deputy director, and their tone would differ. Also, young people’s WeChat names weren’t as plain and pretentious as middle-aged men’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan silently analyzed the leader with his Document Analysis ability, replied to Wan Baoming a few more times, then ended the private chat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reopened the group chat and saw Wan Baoming already showering praise:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daily Depressed: 【I’ve finally met a true expert.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daily Depressed: 【I’d rank Jiang Yuan among the top three fingerprint analysts in Shannan Province. I won’t call him number one, to spare him unnecessary envy.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daily Depressed: 【It’s insane—we spent days in our office on this fingerprint, and a whole detective squad’s work was done by Jiang Yuan in a few hours. Was it hours? If he did it in minutes, that’d be downright unfair.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan, feeling he couldn’t stay silent, carefully replied:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Just lucky—I marked three distinctive points and spent two hours.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “Qinghe Skill Sharing Group,” which had been intermittently active, fell silent again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Named “Skill Sharing Group,” it existed because members had skills to exchange—forensic pathology, fingerprint analysis, toxicology. In short, everyone was technical staff, not necessarily interconnected, but at least knowledgeable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially fingerprints—widely used and understood across police systems. Not just technicians could handle them; even regular detectives knew basic fingerprint matching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who understood even a little found watching experts fascinating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when they themselves were experts in their own field—seeing someone else’s mastery in a different area changed their mindset entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matching a homicide fingerprint in two hours meant solving the homicide in two hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Jiang Yuan wasn’t exaggerating—the group had watched him work the match in real time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such efficiency was utterly abnormal for ordinary people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, group members sat at their desks, questioning their own lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trace Evidence Li Rui: 【I feel like I’ve wasted my whole life.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>South-North Campaign: 【Bro, did you just get a legendary player?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trace Evidence Li Rui: 【Pay attention to context.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>South-North Campaign: 【I’m reacting to your own statement.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tech group came alive again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan shook his head, put away his phone, and returned to building the wall on the balcony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His recent business trips had worn him out—he no longer wanted to look at any group chat that even vaguely resembled a work group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drifted until sunset, stomach growling, then reopened his phone and saw his father Jiang Fuzhen had left a message—he’d gone with fellow villagers to collect rent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Village tenants didn’t just rent to ordinary residents; many rented to companies or individual entrepreneurs. When rent was easy to collect, it arrived automatically on the due date—no need to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sometimes it was hard to collect, so villagers went together to handle it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Village people were always extremely united on such matters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this also meant Jiang Yuan would have to eat dinner alone tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought for a moment, lit the small barbecue grill on the balcony, and slowly roasted a few pieces of pre-cooked meat over low heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to grilling raw meat, this method had its own unique flavor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the meat was done, he set up the recliner and lit a mosquito coil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His phone buzzed—Jiang Fuzhen had sent a transfer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Jiang Yuan started working, Jiang Fuzhen’s transfer frequency and amounts had quietly increased, filled with worry, approval, and trust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, it was likely the time when villagers gathered to collect rent—or had just succeeded. They were probably comparing how much each had received from relatives and friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Fuzhen’s transfer amount would be seen by everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without doubt, Jiang Fuzhen would use this to boast. After all, in Jiang Village, few young men earned their father’s trust enough to receive large transfers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day was another wall-building day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the balcony flowerbed finished, Jiang Yuan moved to several vacant rental units to help build interior walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most tenants here were factory workers; different factories and workers had different housing needs—some tolerated bunk beds in shared rooms, others demanded private single rooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, Jiang Fuzhen had entrusted such renovations to relatives. Now that Jiang Yuan had time, he took care of it himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He indulged freely in his vacation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his way home, Jiang Yuan unexpectedly found someone waiting downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Yuan.” The man beamed as Jiang Yuan approached, noting his dusty face: “Did you go dig up a corpse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was building walls.” Jiang Yuan replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your vacation’s a bit odd,” the man chuckled, pointing at himself. “I’m Wan Baoming—we talked yesterday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, is there a problem with the fingerprint?” Jiang Yuan immediately thought of yesterday’s match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no—the fingerprint was fine. The suspect’s been arrested and confessed. Old Wang’s still tied up with another case and hasn’t had time to come. Honestly, I couldn’t sleep at all last night,” Wan Baoming sighed. “Two hours to solve a homicide—I still get goosebumps thinking about it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just lucky timing,” Jiang Yuan said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’d say that, of course…” Wan Baoming didn’t press it, then shifted tone: “I have another fingerprint I’d like you to look at.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t need to speak—Jiang Yuan already guessed his intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoever came to him wasn’t seeking justice—could hardly be asking for a loan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go upstairs,” Jiang Yuan led Wan Baoming inside and sat him in the study, examining the fingerprint he brought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fingerprint was smudged and unclear—not good quality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Another homicide?” Jiang Yuan asked casually as he studied it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming nodded solemnly: “It’s from last year’s case—you may have heard of it. A man was pushed off a rooftop. This fingerprint was lifted from the victim’s clothing. Police have identified several suspects, but none matched the print—they’re stuck…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A Changyang case,” Jiang Yuan murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a slight issue here…” Jiang Yuan finished examining the print and looked up at Wan Baoming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming’s heart dropped: “You can’t solve it either? I’ve already had several experts look at this—it’s complicated…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not what I meant,” Jiang Yuan waved his hand. “You need to get approval from my superior. We’re public servants, after all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, no problem,” Wan Baoming exhaled in relief and smiled. “I’ll call Huang Qiangmin—he and I are quite familiar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright. Once Huang Qiangmin agrees, I’ll start working,” Jiang Yuan smiled apologetically, then lowered his head again, looking like a simple, earnest bricklayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming swiftly pulled out his phone and dialed Huang Qiangmin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just a few sentences, Wan Baoming’s hand began to tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly stood, moved to a corner, pressed his right hand with his left, and whispered: “Huang Qiangmin, you’re asking for too much. You’re being too ruthless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you don’t take it, someone else will. Jiang Yuan’s time is limited—consider again,” Huang Qiangmin’s voice was cold and merciless.\u003C\u002Fp>",1533,"2026-06-20T18:55:02.212Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","af787dfd2d7514bec46d47404fbda836a190249d69e9287e73be065efa8ba6ed","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-250","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-248",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-cover.jpg",{"terms":24,"userReplacements":50},[25,30,35,40,45],{"id":26,"raw_term":27,"original_term":28,"translations":29},1803458,"Jiang Yuan","江遠",[],{"id":31,"raw_term":32,"original_term":33,"translations":34},1803459,"Wu Jun","吳軍",[],{"id":36,"raw_term":37,"original_term":38,"translations":39},1803460,"Wang Zhong","王鍾",[],{"id":41,"raw_term":42,"original_term":43,"translations":44},1803461,"Liu Wenkai","劉文凱",[],{"id":46,"raw_term":47,"original_term":48,"translations":49},1803462,"Wu Junhao","伍軍豪",[],{}]