Chapter 888

Half an hour later.

Jiang Yuan returned after a brief rest; the lab technicians had already reconfigured everything.

The exact same process continued, but the cases solved were real and concrete.

On average, three cases per hour, five suspects each—outside, Ni Cha had worn out his handcuffs from swinging them so much, yet still couldn't keep up with Jiang Yuan's pace.

Who solves cases like this?

A normal police investigative unit of about twenty officers considers arresting five or six people a major case; arresting more requires prior arrangements for detention facilities. Even for minor public order offenses like petty theft or indecent exposure, handling a dozen cases a day leaves officers exhausted.

But the cases Jiang Yuan was solving now made no distinction between big or small.

Anyone who left footprints and lingered nearby could potentially be identified by their gait.

This method of solving cases was absolutely terrifying for criminals—and even Ni Cha and his team found it terrifying.

The day passed quickly; the replacement officers went from fresh to skilled, from skilled to stunned, and from stunned to numb.

"This one. Number four." Jiang Yuan stopped the flow and lightly tapped the screen.

The officers, now familiar with the procedure, didn't need Jiang Yuan to explain further—they immediately began screenshotting, sending video clips, and checking identities.

At the same time, a system interface popped up before Jiang Yuan.

Mission: Out as a Dragon

Mission Objective: In areas with high crime rates, a forensic expert can fully utilize their skills to solve cases until 100 foreign colleagues regard you as a legendary detective.

Mission Progress: (100/100)

Mission Reward: Fly Identification (LV6)

Jiang Yuan took a tactical sip of water.

The newly acquired skill clearly belonged to a subfield of forensic entomology—likely involving carrion flies used to estimate time of death, which would fall under Fly Identification. This meant that in future cases involving carrion flies near corpses, determining time of death would become more accurate and easier.

But compared to broad disciplines like forensic entomology or forensic pathology, Fly Identification was practically the lowest-tier skill in forensic science.

Still, any skill reaching LV6 could be called advanced. Moreover, Fly Identification wasn't limited to just estimating time of death—carrion flies were only a tiny fraction of the fly family. In fact, over ten thousand fly species were known, with over sixteen hundred in China alone.

Being able to identify ten thousand fly species was no small feat. Theoretically, Jiang Yuan could live comfortably for life with just this skill, plus the supplemental income his father provided.

After all, Fly Identification wasn't confined to forensic science. At the most basic level, in agriculture, flies served as excellent protein supplements, were relatively easy to breed and raise, and could even support household "micro-farms"—allowing families with insufficient living space or location to raise chickens or geese to obtain protein or income through fly farming…

Jiang Yuan suddenly frowned, feeling some of this knowledge was truly polluting his knowledge system…

"Jiang Shen, you've worked hard—have some tea." Lin Lin Ailin's soft, sweet voice sounded beside him as she handed him a cup of clear tea.

Jiang Yuan's mind was still spinning on "household micro-farms." He took a sip, set the cup down, and said to Lin Lin Ailin: "You don't need to keep running around. You can go home and rest—I'll finish up and leave too."

"Oh… okay." Lin Lin Ailin stared at Jiang Yuan for a moment, then left, disappointed.

Jiang Yuan's attention was fixed on his new skill. Seizing the freshness of the moment, he organized his thoughts.

"Let's keep going." Jiang Yuan waved his hand, signaling the assembly line to restart.

The officers, who had just eaten and drunk a bit, sprang back to their feet and resumed work.

Naturally, Jiang Yuan was the busiest.

Identifying gait from footprints, even if simple, still required Jiang Yuan's full concentration.

The hardest part of criminal investigation was responsibility. Arresting someone was easy—but arresting the wrong person harmed everyone involved. So even with ninety percent certainty, vigilance could not be relaxed. This invisible pressure was precisely what made police officers gain weight and lose motivation.

After working nonstop for another hour, Jiang Yuan sighed and stopped.

The temporary +1 skill, which had lasted 400 minutes, now slowly reset to zero.

Jiang Yuan was thoroughly exhausted. He coughed twice and said: "That's enough for today."

"Off duty?"

"Jiang Shen, you've worked hard."

"Thank you, Jiang Shen."

The second shift of officers, already worn out, slumped in their seats—but upon hearing Jiang Yuan's order, suddenly sprang to life and began packing up.

"Jiang Shen, have some tea." The soft, sweet voice sounded beside him again, as another cup of clear tea was offered.

This time, it was a tall, slender young man with long legs, wearing a beret without a feather, and possessing delicate features.

Jiang Yuan hesitated, took the tea, and said, "Thank you."

"Jiang Shen, you're too polite. By the way, I'm Chen Chen Bingchao, replacing Lin Lin Ailin as your assistant." The young man flashed a wide, toothy grin, revealing twelve gleaming white teeth.

Jiang Yuan murmured, "Oh," then asked instinctively: "Why the change?"

"Do you want to switch back?" Chen Chen Bingchao countered.

"Hmm… doesn't matter to me." Jiang Yuan replied casually and handed the cup back to Chen Chen Bingchao.

Chen Chen Bingchao beamed, revealing sixty-four dazzling white teeth: "That's great! Then please take care of me from now on…"

"No need." Jiang Yuan said, then added: "I've nearly finished here. I'm heading home."

"Huh?" Chen Chen Bingchao's expression froze as his mind raced through frantic calculations and negotiations.

…

That evening, Jiang Yuan's official aircraft returned to Qinghe City, carrying over a dozen people and thousands of pounds of durians.

There were plenty of cases in Malaysia, but the urgent major cases had been resolved; the remaining cases and suspects left behind by the assembly-line method were more than enough to keep Ni Cha overwhelmed.

Jiang Village Community.

Lights blazing, banquet in full swing.

Jiang Yuan changed clothes and slipped in silently.

Gatherings at Jiang Village Community always welcomed open entry and exit—middle-aged and elderly sat chatting, while the young scattered around talking.

Jiang Yuan found an empty table, grabbed a bottle of beer, and opened it to drink.

The cold, refreshing liquid slid down his throat, washing away all the anxiety from Malaysia.

"Brother." His cousin Jiang Jiang Qiansi handed him two skewers of grilled meat and added: "I've been looking for you for days—you're impossible to catch."

"Has anyone died at your school?" Jiang Yuan glanced at Jiang Jiang Qiansi with concern.

Jiang Jiang Qiansi studied at Shannan University in Changyang City, returning just in time to wait for her cousin the forensic expert—something that made him frown.

Jiang Jiang Qiansi laughed: "Brother, where are you getting these ideas? Our school's archaeology department excavated a large tomb and found multiple skeletons. They heard you do cranial reconstruction, so they want you to help…"

"Your school has an archaeology department?" Jiang Yuan was genuinely surprised.

Jiang Jiang Qiansi nodded enthusiastically: "It's not famous, but it's the top archaeology department in Shannan Province. Plus, cultural creativity is so popular now—our department's club creates amazing cultural and creative products. The president is especially serious and already started a business while still young."

"Did this president ask you to come to me?" Jiang Yuan's expression relaxed.

Jiang Jiang Qiansi blushed slightly: "Not exactly… the archaeology professors also came to me directly. From what they said, they wanted to use this excavation as an opportunity to learn related techniques."

Jiang Yuan chuckled: "Cranial reconstruction and forensic anthropology? Those aren't skills you learn in a day or two."

Jiang Jiang Qiansi panicked: "I don't care if they learn it or not—my senior's entire body hits all my aesthetic points!"