[{"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-976":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},2327671,4551,"Chapter 976","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-976",976,"\u003Cp>Sip…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan sat down in the conference room, and someone brought him a cup of poorly brewed green tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan was thirsty, so he started sipping it eagerly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We’ll need to speak soon; not drinking enough water isn’t good for the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xiaoya scrutinized Jiang Yuan carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had waited for Jiang Yuan in the Criminal Investigation Brigade for several hours, originally expecting him back in the afternoon, then waiting until evening, then into the deep night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her own line of work, hardly anyone would dare make a chairwoman wait this long. Zhang Xiaoya wouldn’t tolerate such behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But while waiting for Jiang Yuan, Zhang Xiaoya didn’t feel anger—she even felt a faint sense of gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This gratitude grew gradually as the waiting time lengthened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her presence at the Criminal Investigation Brigade waiting for Jiang Yuan’s update was strictly confidential; few knew about it, and every hour Jiang Yuan delayed came from conducting on-site investigations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, every hour Jiang Yuan was late was spent investigating his brother’s death—and doing so in secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter Jiang Yuan’s motivations, Zhang Xiaoya was willing to accept this debt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Zhang family’s thinking was consistent: no matter what you felt inside, if you solved Zhang Xiaoming’s case, found the killer, and cleared his name, the Zhang family would owe you this debt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is what they mean by judging by deeds, not intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Qiangmin pushed the door open, sweat beading on the back of his neck from running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry I’m late,” Huang Qiangmin said—he’d only just received the message and rushed over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Huang,” Jiang Yuan greeted his superior first, then moved aside to make room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Jiang Yuan stand up, Zhang Xiaoya’s team suddenly realized and scrambled to clear chairs, pull out seats, and pour tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Huang Qiangmin was seated, Jiang Yuan said: “I’ll tell you what I found at Jianmen Academy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please go ahead,” Zhang Xiaoya immediately sat upright, fixing her gaze on Jiang Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, I reviewed the crime scene photos and autopsy images from the day of the incident. One point is confirmed: Zhang Xiaoming died very quickly, struck directly by a sharp blade at vital points—the heart and liver—causing fatal blood loss.” Jiang Yuan paused. “I conducted a bloodstain analysis of the crime scene, primarily in the victim’s home, using the photos.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xiaoya’s eyes lit up—she knew Jiang Yuan’s bloodstain analysis was exceptional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a clichéd movie, Zhang Xiaoya, facing Jiang Yuan, could recite: “Jiang Yuan, male, 25, Han, forensic examiner from Ningtai County, Shannan Province, expert in bloodstain analysis, fingerprint analysis…” and so on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All day today, she’d spent her time studying and analyzing Jiang Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So even though she wasn’t a forensic specialist, Zhang Xiaoya had a solid understanding of Jiang Yuan’s skills, strengths, experience, and achievements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bloodstain analysis was one of Jiang Yuan’s legendary techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew exactly how strong his bloodstain analysis was or what level he operated at, but one thing was universally agreed upon: among active police officers, Jiang Yuan’s bloodstain analysis was unquestionably the best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s well known that criminal science isn’t pure science—it sits between art and science—and its most scientific aspect is that it can be falsified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perform a bloodstain analysis at a crime scene—can you later catch the suspect? And when you do, does the suspect’s confession of the crime scene match the bloodstain analysis?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Repeating this process multiple times weeds out the pretenders in this field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan, of course, is beyond that—how could anyone call him a god without repeated proof of miracles?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xiaoya even regretted it—her brother’s room had been covered in blood; why hadn’t she invited Jiang Yuan sooner?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jiang Yuan didn’t continue with the bloodstain analysis. Instead, he turned to Tao Lu and asked: “Director Tao, has Wang Futing confessed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, he only says he can’t remember,” Tao Lu replied, his expression grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Futing was the main breakthrough in this case—in some ways, the only one. If he wouldn’t confess, the case had little chance of restarting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless Jiang Yuan had another idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan merely nodded. “Has he confessed to any other cases?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, all he says is he can’t remember,” Tao Lu said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan fell into thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xiaoya pressed: “Is this good news or bad news?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tao Lu added: “Wang Futing refusing to confess is normal—no one wants to add more charges to themselves. All we can say is, it hasn’t helped eliminate suspects. Without Wang Futing’s testimony, advancing the case will be difficult.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we threaten him—that if he doesn’t confess, he’ll be held responsible for the crime—would he talk?” Zhang Xiaoya asked in ordinary civilian logic. “Or maybe Wang Futing is the killer himself and knows confessing means death, so he refuses.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The several detectives in the room all looked at Jiang Yuan. It was easy to refute Zhang Xiaoya—but hard to put it just right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Qiangmin cleared his throat twice, preparing to speak for Jiang Yuan. As a grassroots official from a remote province, he didn’t care about high-status sensitivities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan waved him off. He was now operating at peak emotional intelligence. “Investigation has just begun. We’ll have many issues to discuss later. Ms. Zhang came to see us because she wants to hear the most direct, unvarnished feedback from the grassroots.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, exactly,” Zhang Xiaoya immediately understood. “I just want to understand the situation—I fully support Mr. Jiang’s investigation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour ago, Zhang Xiaoya might not have been so certain—but now she was sure: Jiang Yuan was unquestionably the most suitable leader for this task force. He was a detective with authority, ability, strength, and reputation—and rare for being young, driven, and willing to act. This made the investigation feel all the more significant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan nodded. “It’s possible Wang Futing is the killer, but as we previously analyzed, the crime scene had heavy bloodstains, with spatter on the killer’s body—yet Wang Futing’s climb up the wall showed no blood. This reduces the likelihood he was the direct murderer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan let Zhang Xiaoya absorb that, then continued: “As for why Wang Futing refuses to confess, there are many reasons. First, as a former gang member and now vice president of a listed company, his information sources are extensive. He surely knows how complex the Jianmen Academy case is. His reluctance to get involved—or his absolute refusal to be touched by it—is understandable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xiaoya paused, then nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan continued: “Second, threatening him with the death penalty won’t work. Over the years, even if Wang Futing doesn’t understand the law, he’s definitely consulted lawyers. Without concrete evidence, simply killing one victim rarely leads to immediate execution in judicial practice—life imprisonment or suspended death sentence is far more likely. Conversely, admitting he’s the killer or an accomplice might be an even worse outcome for him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xiaoya raised her eyebrows, feeling Jiang Yuan was being somewhat aggressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan kept going: “Third, even if Wang Futing is an outsider with no real involvement in the case and knows who the killer is, turning him in might not make him feel safer. On one hand, he fears being dragged into the case and collapsing faster. On the other, the killer’s relationship with Wang Futing is uncertain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan: “Suppose the killer was Wang Futing’s accomplice that day. Then why, over these years, hasn’t Wang Futing exposed him? A simple guess: the killer holds incriminating evidence against Wang Futing—or Wang Futing may have already killed him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xiaoya was stunned: “That’s definitely possible…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Futing rose through the underworld with Duan Da. The cases on his record are certainly not one or two. In terms of timeline, the Jianmen Academy case was one of his earliest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what do we do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Qiangmin cleared his throat again. “Interrogation is a gradual process. Wang Futing not talking now doesn’t mean he won’t later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was buying time, avoiding any promises from Jiang Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan had already formed ideas on the way here. Now he told Zhang Xiaoya: “I see two directions. First, we’ve arrested many of Duan Da’s people. We can ask them whether anyone knows Wang Futing’s situation or has information about the Jianmen Academy case.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xiaoya nodded eagerly. “That’s a good idea—we can thoroughly investigate Duan Da’s case and track down as many people involved from back then as possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I agree,” Tao Lu said, scribbling rapidly in his notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the second direction?” Zhang Xiaoya asked Jiang Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan said: “If you’re willing, you could speak with Wang Futing myself. I think if we promise to punish only the main culprit and avoid excessive revenge, he might be willing to talk. Of course, if he still refuses, that’s fine too—if our conversation is thorough, even his silence will reveal something.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1476,"2026-06-20T18:55:03.377Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3f20be4929247040151d619c547ddcb9e07e3da369daf974da8840f08425c4b4","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-977","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-975",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-cover.jpg"]