[{"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-966":6},{"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},2327661,4551,"Chapter 966: I Want Your Boss","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-966",966,"\u003Cp>The wind rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark clouds in the sky moved swiftly, like a sped-up film, signaling that the bad weather was departing and the once-clear sky would soon return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vehicles on the street also unconsciously sped up, as if responding to the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when one lowered their gaze to the ground level could one see on the faces of the slow-moving pedestrians furrowed brows, expressions of frustration, helpless sighs, and the backs of those sprinting against the wind, even as their skirts flew up but they still couldn’t get far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A modified Ford Transit prison van pulled up steadily in front of the police station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out slow, no noise, don’t give me trouble, don’t add time to your sentence!” The officer in the front passenger seat jumped out, speaking harshly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several handcuffed suspects were led out of the van. The man at the front had a salt-and-pepper beard, well-developed muscles, and a calm expression; he took two steps forward, stood straight, and looked up at the red banner on the building ahead:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Solidly Advance the Summer Public Security Crackdown and Rectification Campaign!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s eyelid twitched: “So early this year?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up, line up and follow me.” The escorting detective ignored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The salt-and-pepper-bearded man smiled and obediently walked along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked this way to the detention area, passed through the iron gate, and only then did the salt-and-pepper-bearded man bring up the topic again: “Last time I passed here, there wasn’t that red banner—just hung up recently?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah.” The detective dropped the suspects off at the interrogation center, relaxed, rubbed his fingers in the ink pad, and replied casually: “Lao Pu, settle in, don’t cause trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is Jiang Yuan going to stay here?” Lao Pu sighed: “Didn’t you already arrest everyone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have the right to say Jiang Yuan’s name?” A nearby police officer snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the captured underlings shouted: “Names are made to be called!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Tian!” Lao Pu called out to stop the underling: “You should address him as Jiang Shen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your underling’s named Xiao Tian? Like Xie Tian Quan? A dog’s name?” The detective preparing for interrogation already slipped into character, sneering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Pu silenced his underling again with a glance, smiled gently, and said: “It’s a dog’s name, sure—but not Xie Tian Quan. He’s always getting scammed by women, playing the loyal lapdog, so they call him Xiao Tian.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The muscular Xiao Tian showed no expression, took the insult in stride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The detectives who had been ready to play the bad cop were barely holding back their laughter: “You use a name like that in the underworld? Don’t people laugh at you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Tian looked at the officer calmly: “The road of the underworld is long. I’ve been loyal to women, loyal to my brothers—who dares laugh at me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Pu nodded: “Xiao Tian really is a good man, and a good brother to me, Lao Pu—he just doesn’t treat himself well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The detective couldn’t let them exchange heartfelt confessions here; he cut in: “Good, tell me about your brothers. I’ll bring them over—you can reunite in prison.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Most of them are already in already,” Lao Pu said calmly: “I’ve got nothing more to say.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The detective scoffed: “Being in and being in aren’t the same.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Pu remained calm: “The more you put in, the more they’re the same.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so? Shall I ask Officer Jiang to pull your file, dig up your old unsolved cases from when you started?” The detective had planned to ramp up pressure inside the interrogation room, but sometimes interrogation isn’t the goal—the result is. Right here, right now, this was a perfect opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Pu, who had been posing before his men, underworld peers, and detectives, suddenly lost his composure for no apparent reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Pu knew, and the police knew, that Lao Pu’s beginnings over twenty years ago weren’t clean. How could anyone make a name in the underworld without blood on their hands?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was twenty years ago. Ten years ago, Lao Pu had already begun going legit. Now, not only did he run legitimate businesses, his underlings did too—mostly just sticking to controversial trades: car rentals, selling auto parts from wrecked cars, seafood markets, secondhand landlords, and so on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They still operated in the shadows, but now it was a different dimension of shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when Lao Pu recalled his past, he felt his former bravado and violence seemed like a dream. Compared to that, his current arrest was nothing more than being reported for participating in a brawl, receiving stolen goods, or contract fraud—nothing compared to his life twenty years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when he got out of the van, he was calm. Now, he wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old cases… some truly couldn’t be dug up again!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Weili, didn’t you already get all of that? Why are you still clinging to it? That’s going too far,” Lao Pu said, his calm gone, looking angry—he really had committed crimes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The detective asked: “Did you give it to them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s a stupid question—who’d admit they gave it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The detective sneered: “You’re haggling now? You think Jiang Shen came here to negotiate with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what will make you stop?” Lao Pu tried to stay calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want to negotiate with the police?” The detective laughed: “Who do you represent? Who do you think you represent?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Pu fell silent. Crackdowns on organized crime weren’t a joke—if he spoke carelessly now, he’d be finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on.” The detective smiled, leading Lao Pu into the interrogation room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After going through the formalities, the interrogating officer slowly took a sip of water and said: “Lao Pu, do you know why we brought you in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Pu was prepared: “There was a fight at the seafood market, so you think I was behind it. Honestly, I’m fifty—I still fight? I’ve always told them to seek peace. As the saying goes, one hand can’t clap. Those people ate seafood, thought it was expensive, suspected we used dead fish—why didn’t you say something before you ate? You finished the fish bones and then complain the fish was bad? You ate it all….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interrogating officer shook his head: “Eighteen years ago, in Tongli Community, a shop owner was jogging around the neighborhood in the evening and was stabbed to death with a dagger. Do you remember?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing “Tongli Community,” Lao Pu’s heart lurched, but he forced a dismissive expression: “What now? Are you trying to frame me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Officer Jiang compared the wound patterns on the victim’s body and confirmed they match the blade marks from another case.” The detective smiled faintly: “In fact, through this clue, we’ve already linked you to at least four other cases.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade marks he referred to were identified by Jiang Yuan using his LV6 toolmark analysis tool. But unlike fingerprints or DNA, toolmarks couldn’t be systematically auto-matched—they were almost entirely manual, requiring Jiang Yuan to memorize certain toolmarks and then cross-reference them with others from different cases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it was a rare forensic method, but Lao Pu understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly, he really had killed a shop owner in Tongli Community.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lao Pu denied immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interrogating officer chuckled: “Your boss made a fortune back then renting out those ground-floor shops in Tongli Community… Don’t rush to deny it. I’ve got you pinned. What I want isn’t you—I want your boss!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1237,"2026-06-20T18:55:03.377Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","77db8ddce96109eb1d3b664098b5dec3e602bb3d06f2a72b2b2c2bbbedc8b902","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-967","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-965",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-cover.jpg"]