[{"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-257":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},2326952,4551,"Chapter 257: Blood-Stained Clothes and the Weapon","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-257",257,"\u003Cp>Wan Baoming sat in the car, his phone buzzing incessantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately after, Wei Zhenguo’s phone began vibrating too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Changyang City news spreads fast,” Wei Zhenguo said, having grown more familiar with Wan Baoming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming chuckled and replied, “This is still unconfirmed. If we actually catch the real culprit, everyone’ll be calling instead of texting—no one’ll have time to answer calls then…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s him,” Jiang Yuan said while driving, his tone absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After securing Qi Shu, Jiang Yuan’s first move was to check his footprints—basically confirming him as the murderer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An 800-point competitor solving a 600-point problem, if even slightly smooth, will finish it very quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming had previously reviewed this case file with a 400-point team, and the feeling was completely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he couldn’t believe it: “So certain?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can’t be certain until we catch him,” Jiang Yuan said firmly. “But we just verified the footprints—there’s no doubt he’s the one who left the blood prints.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like fingerprints, footprints are circumstantial evidence—they only prove someone was present, just as someone might accidentally step in blood at the scene and leave a mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in reality, none of the bystanders at the scene had blood on their shoes. Though most didn’t understand basic criminal investigation or even scene preservation, everyone still avoided stepping in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The killer, however, under adrenaline’s influence, likely didn’t pay attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Qi Shu claimed he never arrived at the scene immediately but was napping at home—so how to explain his blood footprints?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming wiped his face, deciding to accept that Jiang Yuan had solved another case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he accepted this premise, everything suddenly became clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The case was solved!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the famous case everyone thought was a random killing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it was only a murder within Changyang City, what Wan Baoming—and Jiang Yuan—needed wasn’t anything beyond Changyang’s fame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So we’ve cracked the 513 stabbing case?” Wan Baoming’s eyes widened, his voice tinged with delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life really felt more rewarding these days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Zhenguo cleared his throat and said, “Our Jiang Yuan really has a knack for solving cases.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming nodded vigorously: “Absolutely—we sang mountain songs, chatted, and cracked the case.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Zhenguo, mindful of Wan Baoming’s deputy division-chief rank, offered a smile. Truthfully, someone had sung mountain songs, someone had chatted, and someone had cracked the case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the Changyang City Criminal Investigation Brigade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Wan Baoming appeared in the office building, several officers greeted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming was momentarily dazed, returning their greetings, then chuckled: “I feel like a celebrity—kinda famous now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan smiled silently; he’d experienced similar treatment before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “513 Special Task Force” sign was rehung in the large conference room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming led Jiang Yuan and Wei Zhenguo inside, where they were checked for ID badges and signed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The conference room was filled with many young officers coming and going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven or eight whiteboards had been moved to the side walls, arranged in a row: the front ones drawn with mind maps, the middle ones pasted with photos, the back ones hung with colored sticky notes, ready to be attached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the front of the room, a projector screen displayed a test image; the operator frowned as they entered, scrutinizing Jiang Yuan and Wei Zhenguo—the unfamiliar faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming cleared his throat: “The 513 task force has been restarted. After this meeting, we’ll start building the case.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Zhenguo looked around at the dozen or more young officers, all with that “Wang Chuanxing”-style high-education look, and whispered: “I’m a country bumpkin—I don’t get it. Isn’t the case already solved?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The case has only just begun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the conference room, a police officer organizing a whiteboard overheard Wei Zhenguo’s remark, didn’t recognize him, and emphasized: “We only have new leads and a suspect now—we still need evidence. The blood-stained clothes and weapon were disposed of, right? We need new evidence to fill the gaps. The prosecution needs to intervene early—there’s still so much work ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do you plan to find evidence?” Jiang Yuan asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whiteboard officer froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three years had passed—evidence wasn’t easy to find.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whiteboard officer frowned at Wan Baoming: “Director Wan, is this your unit’s new guy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Jiang Yuan, the forensic examiner from Ningtai County who confirmed Qi Yongbin as the suspect,” Wan Baoming replied calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whiteboard officer’s expression turned serious, a flush creeping into his cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Wan’s joking,” he chuckled awkwardly, glancing at Jiang Yuan. “Solving the case is one thing. Finding evidence is another. Investigating is investigating—you can’t mix them up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, he himself felt embarrassed and turned around to leave the meeting room directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming licked his lips, smiled at Jiang Yuan: “Can’t help it—this is how the city bureau works.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Zhenguo said: “They’re just too idle. If cases piled up, they wouldn’t have time for all this showy nonsense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming somewhat agreed but didn’t dare say it aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A system task slowly appeared before Jiang Yuan:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Task: Conqueror\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Task Content: Solve cases, conquer the Changyang City Criminal Investigation Brigade. Push yourself to solve cases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Task Progress: 0\u002Fx\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan waved his hand, dismissing the system screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning to Wan Baoming, Jiang Yuan said: “That man back there was wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming replied: “Of course—he’s just a petty bureaucrat…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not what I mean,” Jiang Yuan interrupted. “I’ve been thinking—the blood-stained clothes and weapon may not have been disposed of.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the drive over, his mind had spent over an hour processing the case with 800-point bloodstain analysis and footprint identification, leading to new insights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming stared, stunned: “Not disposed of? Possible?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not necessarily,” Jiang Yuan insisted. “After the murder, the killer would’ve rushed to dispose of the clothes and weapon. Time-wise, he either hid or buried them nearby—no other options.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Why?” Wan Baoming didn’t grasp it yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan said: “Qi Yongbin gave his statement later. The timestamp is recorded—he didn’t go straight to make it. He waited twenty to thirty minutes, like the other people at the scene.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan pulled out his notebook, flipped to a sketch, and drew lines with his finger: “From the scene to Qi Yongbin’s home is a distance. That means he had very little time to dispose of the blood-stained clothes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From the killer’s perspective, Qi Yongbin’s first instinct would’ve been to go home, change clothes, shower, then deal with the clothes and weapon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Burning is impossible. Abandoning or burying them on-site are the only two options.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming now understood Jiang Yuan’s reasoning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After brief thought, he agreed: “Same principle as dumping a body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly,” Jiang Yuan nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mindset of “distant dumping, nearby burial” is common among suspects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most people lack reverse thinking; in moments of panic, they instinctively choose this method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like many who run home when threatened—even though they know it’s useless, they still do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan continued: “After the 513 case, police conducted intensive searches locally—every trash pile, even the next few days’ garbage, was thoroughly examined. Unless Qi Yongbin had some clever design, logically, he buried or discarded the clothes and weapon near his home or on his property.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Analyzing the killer’s psychology, burying the weapon and blood-stained clothes directly in his own yard is the most logical choice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The only possibility is he later dug them up and disposed of them again. But I doubt he did.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming had also thought during the drive, and at that moment, decided to accept Jiang Yuan’s case-solving ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he let Jiang Yuan guide his thinking: “It’s possible. Many killers bury clothes or weapons and never dig them up again—especially those who killed only once. Many can’t bear to face it again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is indeed a very typical criminal psychology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Often, killers initially dispose of bodies carelessly and escape punishment by luck. Later, they have ample time to properly dispose of them—but don’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they selectively forget, until the case resurfaces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jiang Yuan shook his head: “I just realized—Qi Yongbin’s yard has a well. A dry one. Not very deep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming immediately followed: “You think he threw them in the well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Threw them in, then dumped soil he’d already prepared, added some debris—someone searching then might not find them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Digging a hole in the yard to bury something and making the ground look flat isn’t easy. Experienced people can spot fresh soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Yongbin’s yard had plants—he likely knew this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming didn’t hesitate: “Send Mu Zhiyang and his team back to dig it up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Send Wang Chuanxing,” Jiang Yuan said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming stared at Jiang Yuan, then slowly understood: “You’re giving him the credit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Otherwise, they’d create their own,” Jiang Yuan shrugged. “Credit is fixed—you just decide how to distribute it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A forensic examiner from a county town can’t claim all the credit for solving a long-standing murder case. Even a fair judge wouldn’t award all the glory to one person while others just watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If necessary, the high-education officers could still fight for credit with PowerPoint slides and whiteboards, or by staying up late in meetings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, Jiang Yuan wasn’t from the Changyang City Bureau. The case’s merit points belonged to Changyang—they couldn’t go to an outsider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Jiang Yuan had no intention of staying in Changyang. The provincial capital was too noisy; Ningtai County was clear mountains and clean water, peaceful and pleasant. Many from Changyang drove two or three hours just to hunt in Mount Sining—proof enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re sure? If we find the blood-stained clothes and weapon, and the suspect still doesn’t confess, you might get a commendation—even a Third-Class Merit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Baoming confirmed again, glancing at Wei Zhenguo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Zhiyang was his apprentice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Zhenguo said bluntly: “Little Mu already got a Third-Class Merit. He’ll have more chances.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan added: “Next time, I’ll find Mu Ge a bigger one. This time, let Wang Chuanxing take it—he’ll have to make the trip.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Chuanxing should crawl on his knees,” Wan Baoming chuckled, pulling out his phone to call.\u003C\u002Fp>",1670,"2026-06-20T18:55:02.212Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8799fc94d3c0902afd24143081f1abee8058a86b77bd7b29d6acbdd90bc29df1","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-258","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-256",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-cover.jpg",{"terms":24},[25,29,33,37,41],{"id":26,"raw_term":27,"original_term":28},1803458,"Jiang Yuan","江遠",{"id":30,"raw_term":31,"original_term":32},1803459,"Wu Jun","吳軍",{"id":34,"raw_term":35,"original_term":36},1803460,"Wang Zhong","王鍾",{"id":38,"raw_term":39,"original_term":40},1803461,"Liu Wenkai","劉文凱",{"id":42,"raw_term":43,"original_term":44},1803462,"Wu Junhao","伍軍豪"]