Chapter 299 - 299 269 Delivery

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299: Chapter 269: Delivery 299: Chapter 269: Delivery Evening. Along with the delivery, Tang Jia followed inside without being invited. Tang Jia had switched to casual clothes and, watching the delivery person set down the meal boxes and leave without closing the door, she smiled and said, “Doctor Jiang, eating takeout is so unhealthy. Let me treat you to dinner.” “No need. I’ll just eat something simple,” Jiang Yuan declined very directly. Tang Jia pursed her lips and said, “Latest news, the perpetrator of the 513 case, Qi Yongbin, has confessed.” Jiang Yuan clicked his tongue twice, seemingly surprised, and looked at her, saying, “You’re this well-informed, huh?” “Do you want to know Qi Yongbin’s motive for the crime?” Tang Jia had done her homework about the case and knew that this would definitely capture Jiang Yuan’s attention. Jiang Yuan hesitated for a moment, and without saying that Wan Baoming would notify him later or anything like that, he simply said, “I want to know.” However, Tang Jia did not continue to tease him and instead smiled, saying, “When it comes down to it, it’s actually very simple—jealousy.” “Jealous of what?” “Jealous of the victim’s good life, envious of the victim’s pension, jealous of the success of the victim’s son and his ability to make money,” Tang Jia said, moving to the dining table and starting to help Jiang Yuan unpack the takeout. “Thanks,” Jiang Yuan nodded, not particularly surprised. Tang Jia chuckled, taking out each box from the bag and placing them on the table, saying, “I was thinking, now that you’re in Changyang, I should treat you to some of our local specialty dishes...” While talking, she opened the topmost food box, revealing an abalone larger than a fist. “Dried abalone? You ordered dried abalone for takeout?” Tang Jia could spot a good product, recognizing it at a glance. Jiang Yuan felt as though she was talking about some illicit transaction. When a beautiful girl emphasizes such things in a particular tone of voice, it definitely demands a rebuttal. So Jiang Yuan retorted, “They were selling the dried abalone first; I simply bought it.” “Must have been expensive, right?” Tang Jia assessed Jiang Yuan from head to toe. “Over two thousand, after a discount,” Jiang Yuan said. “Over two thousand for an abalone... you’ve been ripped off. You can’t possibly expense this bill, can you? Even if the detachment leader held his nose and approved it, he’d still have to have a talk with you,” she said. “I paid for it myself. My dad said that after a case, I must really take care of myself,” Jiang Yuan continued unpacking the food, taking out another abalone identical to the first, followed by a serving of vegetables, a serving of meat, and then a large clay pot containing more than half a pot of savory pork congee. Tang Jia stared blankly at Jiang Yuan for a moment before speaking in an almost flat tone, “You’re eating two abalones instead of hiring two ‘ladies’; the rest of the money would even be enough for congee tomorrow morning.” Her voice had lost its seductive undertone and even seemed a bit harsh. Now Jiang Yuan was somewhat sobered and gave Tang Jia a surprised look, asking, “You’re that experienced?” Tang Jia snorted and said, “I’ve caught more pimps undercover than all the ladies you’ve seen.” She stood with her hands on her hips, one leg posed confidently; her demeanor had changed. No more pretense. Jiang Yuan thought to himself that someone who has been an undercover cop is indeed different; as soon as the situation changes, they immediately switch strategies. Indeed, Tang Jia in this state was more likely to be a useful ally. Jiang Yuan had no interest in having ambiguous relations with female staff at a higher-level police department, which would bring him trouble without any benefits. What he needed was a straightforward, competent officer with the capability to handle cases and a certain level of social skills. Unfortunately, Tang Jia had chosen the wrong approach from the start, and Jiang Yuan was not prepared to give her a chance. Seeing this, he straightforwardly said, “During my time in Changyang, I expect to mainly work with Director Wan and Captain Wang.” Captain Wang was Wang Chuanxing, referred to with an added title out of respect. For the police from a county bureau, once they reached the provincial capital, everyone was a leader. “But I have suitable cases I can offer,” Tang Jia emphasized. Jiang Yuan smiled and sat down in a chair, saying, “I’m about to have dinner.” The cases were not owned by any individual, and his stance was already clear enough. Tang Jia glanced at him, pursed her lips, and turned to leave. For someone who is capable and wealthy, with decent looks, she couldn’t be bothered to perform anymore. At least, her seductive voice had failed to work. ... Jiang Yuan leisurely enjoyed his own dinner. The takeout abalone was South African dried abalone which, though naturally inferior to Japanese dried abalone, had still been expertly prepared over seven days. Moreover, since he was eating takeout, he couldn’t be too demanding anyway. With abalone sauce poured over rice and abalone slices accompanied by some vegetables, he felt particularly healthy, and life seemed exceptionally peaceful. At the Changyang City Criminal Police Detachment, the situation was probably similar. Actually, when Tang Jia had mentioned she had suitable cases to offer, Jiang Yuan had already stopped caring about that. It goes without saying, at Tang Jia’s age, it wasn’t her turn to have any major case that only she understood and others did not. Since she said there was a suitable case, then Jiang Yuan believed that others would bring it up as well, if there were not too many cases, that is. In fact, Jiang Yuan believed there would certainly be many cases to choose from. This was the capital of Shannan Province after all. A large city where people died every day. In Changyang City, each district records more than 200 unnatural deaths annually, and an active forensic team has to perform more than 20 autopsies. There were plenty of homicide cases. And cold cases were no exception. Jiang Yuan’an ate dinner comfortably and then curled up on the sofa to play with his phone until he naturally fell asleep. ... The next day. Jiang Yuan didn’t arrive at the Criminal Police Detachment until almost noon. Upon reaching the large meeting room he visited the previous day, he saw that the sign at the door had been changed to “Cold Case Squad.” Jiang Yuan smiled, knocked, and entered. The first thing that caught his eye in the meeting room was a sea of grim and sullen faces, the kind that spoke of too many sleepless nights. Wan Baoming, however, seemed to be in high spirits, saying, “Jiang Yuan has arrived, take a look at the cases we’ve selected.” “Just assign me a task,” Jiang Yuan may have been late, but his attitude was very good. Wan Baoming smiled with satisfaction and said, “You should still review them, the priority of these cases is about the same. Take a look and pick one where you feel you can make the most impact.” “Which case has the clearest and most comprehensive crime scene photos?” Jiang Yuan had completed the polite formalities and moved on to work mode. Soon, Jiang Yuan’s manner of speaking became brusque: “Pass me the case file...” “Find a testimony...” “Where is the forensic report?” The detectives in the meeting room were initially somewhat uneasy with this beginning, but they quickly adapted. Being a detective was no easy job; not only did the very nature of the cases prompt a kind of innate irritability, but the process of solving them was usually uncomfortable as well. The ideal state for someone to work in is when their abilities slightly exceed the demands of the job. This is also when the “flow” state is most likely to occur and persist. However, solving cases was a completely no-frills job. Murderers don’t go about killing in comfortable ways, and colleagues all have their judgments and ideas. Especially with unsolved homicides, the normal routes, the easy paths, are almost always impassable. If they were passable, the detectives in charge of the current cases would have already solved them. And as for the unorthodox paths, some could adapt, but many could not. At this point, the detective in charge inevitably becomes anxious and irritable, and in turn, pushes others to do the same. “Let’s start with this case,” Jiang Yuan placed the file of the first case beside him. Wan Baoming was somewhat surprised, “This one? Don’t you want to look at a few more cases?” Jiang Yuan said, “There’s no need, we can work on this one first, we’ll handle the others later.” Seeing this, Wan Baoming nodded to someone nearby, and the case was soon projected on the screen. A detective who had worked on the case stood up and said, “This is a case from two years ago. The victim was a young female, 25 years old, a graduate student. Her body was discovered in the rented room she lived in, with no signs of a struggle or disturbance, and the door lock was intact.” “The victim had 1000 milliliters of blood in her abdominal cavity, and there was a 2.5*0.6 cm wound on the little finger margin of her right hand... Toxological tests did not detect common sleeping pills or narcotics.” “There were several bloodstains at the scene, but no murder weapon was found. Initially, it was suspected to be a crime of passion. Despite investigating the victim’s personal relationships, the task force did not find any suspects matching the characteristics of the murderer.” Some time had passed since the case occurred. The speaking detective gave a brief overview and then sat down. Everyone in the meeting room eagerly looked at Jiang Yuan. “Let’s start with crime scene reconstruction,” a typical detective would first check personal relationships in homicide cases. The reason was simple; by the point of murder, there must have been severe emotional fluctuations, even if others might see those emotions as unnecessary, they were significant to the parties involved. In such cases, investigating personal relationships was the obvious path. So, Jiang Yuan skipped this step and immediately started with crime scene reconstruction. A bedroom, a few pools of blood, some blood spatters. The scant blood evidence did not fit the typical profile for bloodstain analysis, but Jiang Yuan looked at those spatters and fell deep into thought.

Chapter 299 - 299 269 Delivery

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