Chapter 355: All True Statements

Forensic expert Qiu Xing's ability, at the level of Forensic Pathology IV25, was just enough for him to understand what Jiang Yuan was doing.

In simple terms, it meant deducing the murderer based on the victim's injury patterns.

If a single slash struck the victim, the depth and angle of the wound could reveal the attacker's strength and point of force application.

A hammer blow to the occipital bone, causing skull fragmentation, could also indicate the attacker's height, dominant hand, strength, and other factors.

The human body is an excellent force-receiving structure, and it has been studied relatively thoroughly. For instance, if the same hammer blow hit a wall, investigators might need to consult reference materials to estimate the force involved—but with a human body, experienced forensic experts could recite the data from memory.

If the blow struck bone and left a mark, even more could be deduced.

However, all these were merely techniques Qiu Xing had heard of—he had never performed anything similar himself.

The sheer number of regression equations associated with the so-called well-studied human body made it difficult for Qiu Xing to even look them up—regression equations were summarization tools, not stable or authoritative like theorems or formulas; in other words, most had limited applicability.

For example, estimating height from foot size was always tied to race or region. Judging strength involved even more variables.

Thus, facing different people in different environments, Qiu Xing couldn't even determine which regression equation to use for calculations.

More fantastical still was memorizing all these regression equations, as Jiang Yuan had done.

To Qiu Xing, it felt as if the longest text he'd memorized was "The Ballad of Mulan," while Jiang Yuan had already memorized the Four Books and Five Classics.

The key was, Jiang Yuan dared to apply them in practice—and delivered accurate judgments.

Forensic reports weren't jokes; solving cases and guiding investigations were extremely serious matters. Errors wouldn't merely mean losing points—they could waste everyone's time and energy, derail cases entirely, or worse, lead to injury or death.

For Qiu Xing, even if he found the right regression equation and calculated the murderer's height and weight, he wouldn't dare state it confidently.

Because he lacked the confidence to make such a judgment. Jiang Yuan had no such problem.

He wasn't just confident—he made numerous judgments.

Four bodies total. Jiang Yuan examined each one in turn, and Mu Zhiyang's notebook filled up quickly.

As Jiang Yuan progressed, he went beyond mere judgments, offering precise corrections: "The one who tied the ropes—his left and right hand strength is uneven. He must have been injured, or has some mobility issue in his legs or feet."

"The hammer left the most marks. Look at these blood droplets—he swung freely, without hesitation. He's probably done something similar before, or at least has a history of frequent brawls."

"The knife user wasn't skilled—the cuts showed indecision."

Jiang Yuan gave answer after answer. Qiu Xing listened long enough to stop reacting.

His state resembled someone who'd performed a certain activity for so long they'd grown numb, rigid.

At this point, Jiang Yuan asked for a set of pencils and began sketching.

Jiang Yuan spent a little longer drawing.

Then, an image of an octagonal hammer appeared on the table, with dimensions labeled beside it.

With just a fraction of his Sketching I V2 ability, the effect was already remarkable.

Then Jiang Yuan drew another image—a knife.

It was a cleaver, broad-backed, as if capable of felling a small tree at once. Jiang Yuan blurred the handle but zoomed in on the blade, highlighting two distinct chips and dents.

Qiu Xing grew curious again, like someone numbed by routine suddenly jolted awake by an unusual stimulus.

But once awakened, Qiu Xing immediately

regretted it.

"Is this what the weapons looked like?" Qiu Xing guessed the content of Jiang Yuan's drawings.

Jiang Yuan nodded. "Just rough estimates."

Qiu Xing chuckled. You drew this in such detail—even marking the chips on the blade—and you call it "rough estimates"?

After laughing, Qiu Xing's expression grew serious again.

He'd heard many stories of amazing people, but he'd actually met very few.

If he just watched Jiang Yuan work today, he'd have a great story to tell later—but then Qiu Xing reconsidered, leaned closer to Jiang Yuan, and whispered, "Captain Jiang, how did you draw these smoke marks?"

"Oh, this is actually part of Tool Mark Examination skills."

Jiang Yuan explained.

"Tool Mark Examination."

Qiu Xing gritted his teeth. "This doesn't seem anything like what our trace unit does."

"Yes, it's a bit more difficult." Jiang Yuan saw Qiu Xing wanted to learn and spoke plainly: "In terms of difficulty, the Tool Mark Examination technique I use is harder than Forensic Pathology."

Jiang Yuan's Forensic Pathology was at LV4; his Tool Mark Examination was at LV6. The gap between them was roughly equivalent to what a normal person would need twenty years to bridge—if they were lucky.

Qiu Xing felt disappointed. As a forensic expert himself, he knew just how hard Jiang Yuan's Forensic Pathology was. He'd hoped to pick up a few small tricks—instead, he'd hit a solid wall of knowledge.

"So hard?" Qiu Xing sighed, still reluctant. "How long did it take you to reach this level?"

He looked at Jiang Yuan's youth and wanted to estimate.

Jiang Yuan said, "I mostly figured it out myself."

Qiu Xing widened his eyes. "How?"

"It didn't take long. I've only performed a hundred autopsies so far." Jiang Yuan was still using Forensic Pathology as an example.

This time, Qiu Xing understood. A prodigy, a natural talent, right?

Indeed, those whom heaven feeds—no, those whom heaven chases to feed—what's there to say?

Jiang Yuan might teach him, but it would take years and immense effort—something Qiu Xing couldn't afford on a whim.

Jiang Yuan continued his work. Then, a tiny blue dumpling slid into his palm.

Ma Zhongli's Legacy—Fishing (LV3): Ma Zhongli was an excellent designer, a loving father, but his greatest passion and skill was fishing. Overcoming countless obstacles, braving harsh conditions, arriving at a vast body of water in the cool morning, casting bait and reeling in fish—these were Ma Zhongli's happiest moments. If necessary, he'd move them to the freezing pre-dawn hours. Design was his career; fishing was his life.

Jiang Yuan accepted Ma Zhongli's legacy, silently sighing. LV3 skills were hard-won. Ma Zhongli had been poised to become a star among anglers—who could have imagined he'd die in a home invasion robbery?

Yes, Jiang Yuan had already classified this case as a home invasion robbery, but he wasn't ready to announce it yet—he hadn't finished examining the scene.

Even so, after Jiang Yuan completed the autopsies and compiled his multiple judgments, they sparked a major uproar when delivered to the task force.

"This is too detailed!"

"It's just wishful thinking."

"What's the basis for these conclusions? You hand us a few sheets of paper—if you're wrong, who takes responsibility?"

"Should we adjust the investigation direction?"

In the meeting room of the Chi Yong City Criminal Investigation Brigade, smoke swirled as voices rose one after another.

Yuan Ben sat in the corner, glancing worriedly at Wang Chuan and whispering, "Don't be angry. Everyone's just sharing their thoughts based on facts—not targeting you."

Wang Chuan's expression was serious, but his tone was relaxed: "It's fine. Captain Jiang often does this. And it's actually a good thing."

"A good thing? Why?" Yuan

Ben didn't understand.

"The actual difficulty of solving the case might be lower precisely because few technicians can understand Captain Jiang's techniques."

Wang Chuan expressed his opinion with the confidence of a top graduate.

Yuan Ben pondered for a moment before grasping Wang Chuan's meaning: You're too weak—the case won't be hard!

Yuan Ben instantly bristled, yet had no reply.

This guy… he's speaking the truth.