National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 1134 - 1065: The Black Mythology

The logistics industrial park in Changyang City is located in the distant suburbs.

Compared to the software parks, chip parks, and pharmaceutical industrial parks favored by job seekers, the logistics industrial park is much larger in size, the buildings are colossal and rugged, and the vehicle routes are meticulously planned—it’s just missing the human touch.

The sidewalks in the park are barren, devoid of roadside trees. The sun scorches the paved paths, reflecting light, making it seem hot just to look at.

Entering the sorting center of a logistics company, the first thing you see is the massive burlap bags unloaded from big trucks—bigger than a person, bulging with corners as they are stuffed full of parcels from various places. Workers unload them one by one and drag them onto conveyor belts. The tedious parcel sorting process begins here.

Burly men in work uniforms, muscles exposed, sweat their youth and hormones along the production line. Though their appearance is somewhat unkempt, if you replaced them with a bunch of scantily clad flirtatious young women on the line instead, this would resemble the Dongguan of yesteryears.

"Looking at it this way, it’s not entirely Zhao Qian’s fault." Gao Yuyan walked alongside Jiang Yuan. Not only was she physically capable, with keen perception, but also a muscle aficionado. While most people might just focus on taut muscles, she could envision the sweat rolling off those muscles.

Liu Wenkai was a bit surprised, "Captain Gao, got your eye on someone? Should I play wingman for you?"

"No need for you." Gao Yuyan smirked, pulling out her phone, "I’ll take a few pictures for my boyfriend, use them to motivate him later, get him to train harder."

Liu Wenkai was even more surprised, "You have a boyfriend?"

In his impression, Gao Yuyan seemed like someone on the level of a champion fighter—truly close to that reality. It gave him the sense that a girl like her would be hard-pressed to find a partner.

Gao Yuyan frowned, the muscles in her arm holding the phone slightly bulging, "Why do you say it like that? Is it strange for me to have a boyfriend?"

"Not strange, not strange," Liu Wenkai hurriedly replied, eyeing her solid fist, "It’s just that you’re constantly chasing leads with the Cold Case Squad. Where do you even find the time to get a boyfriend? What’s he like? Let’s have a look."

"Handsome, 6’1", and pretty well-behaved." Gao Yuyan found a couple’s photo to show. From the picture alone, he indeed looked like a tall and good-looking guy.

"How did you pull it off?" Liu Wenkai was shocked.

"There are tons of good-looking single guys in gyms and sports centers—just pick one." Gao Yuyan said nonchalantly, "You just have to go often."

The single men nearby who were eavesdropping sighed in disappointment. This approach obviously wouldn’t work for most of them.

After Liu Wenkai finished marveling, he couldn’t help but say, "Looking at it this way, Zhao Qian coming to the logistics park is like hitting a buffet."

Gao Yuyan agreed, "Depends only on appetite—there’s no chance of going hungry."

Liu Wenkai nodded slowly, "Walk in leaning on the walls, walk out leaning on the walls."

"Still, even if Zhao Qian came here to forage, it shouldn’t have led to her death, right?" Gao Yuyan wondered aloud, "There are so many single men here. If Zhao Qian wanted them, unwilling single men should be rare."

Liu Wenkai chuckled lightly, "Unwilling attached men would likely be rare, too."

"So how do we proceed?" Gao Yuyan voiced the team’s collective question.

Liu Wenkai also turned to Liu Jinghui, "Director Liu, what’s the plan? Divide up into teams to investigate at various logistics companies and centers?"

Liu Wenkai had handled many major cases before. As a former core member of the Ningtai County Bureau’s criminal investigation team, his suggestions were always practical.

Liu Jinghui nodded promptly, "That works. Let’s spread out first and see whether there are any leads related to Zhao Qian in this logistics industrial park."

"If we just ask outright, people might not want to talk," Liu Wenkai, well-acquainted with such fieldwork, suggested directly, "Should we sweeten the deal with a bounty?"

"Could work." Jiang Yuan responded instantly, "How much do we add?"

"What about $500? Too much isn’t necessary—just offering enough to coax some rumors. Any rumor relating to key figures should do." Liu Wenkai explained the specific operation for those who did not understand, "We can write Zhao Qian’s name in advance on slips of paper and tell the informants that any rumor about the person on the slip earns them $500."

"Sure." Jiang Yuan and Liu Jinghui both felt Liu Wenkai’s suggestion was feasible.

Mu Zhiyang, standing nearby, softly proposed, "We should keep groups of at least four here. Captain Jiang, at least leave behind two teams."

"One team’s enough," Jiang Yuan quickly interjected, "One team’s sufficient, plus us; that’s almost ten people. Let’s not waste manpower."

"Then... let me take an Type-79 submachine gun, just in case," Mu Zhiyang seemed to compromise reluctantly.

The local police station’s chief, who had been silently tagging along, was now visibly stunned. Was I unconscious for a whole day and night? Since when did we start needing submachine guns?

Mu Zhiyang paid little mind, making a call. Soon enough, an officer arrived carrying a tactical backpack.

Unpacking it revealed two Type-79 submachine guns and multiple magazines.

Mu Zhiyang skillfully checked the firearms, loaded them, slung one onto his back, and covered it with his clothes. "This should ensure there’s no issue, even if there’s another Jianyuan situation—at least we won’t get overwhelmed."

"Let’s not overthink things," Wen Ming reluctantly inspected his service pistol and stun baton, whispering, "Brother Mu, don’t scare me like this; it’s unnerving."

"Don’t worry. If something happens and you don’t know what to do, just jump onto Captain Jiang. You can handle blocking bullets, right?" Mu Zhiyang reassured Wen Ming, explaining a practical approach like a kind older brother.

Liu Wenkai quickly led his team away.

Liu Jinghui stayed back and started coordinating with detectives from other units. Based on his reasoning, the police needed to investigate all colleagues, professional contacts, and sexual partners of the three victims.

For ordinary cases, this kind of investigation was cumbersome. Fortunately, this case involved group activities, and many were already dealt with during the criminal investigation earlier, so relevant testimonies, phone records, addresses, and other information were still intact.

That said, it remained a cold case from years ago, which posed inevitable obstacles—especially for people involved in the Jianyuan case, some of whom had already been executed, leaving no one to question.

Liu Jinghui was feeling a sense of urgency. He even prepared specific question templates for officers to use, aiming for higher efficiency.

Jiang Yuan, however, was more composed. He casually found an office at the logistics park and began reviewing the various documents sent in.

As he reviewed, Jiang Yuan started sketching diagrams.

He hadn’t disclosed this to anyone: theoretically, he had a fairly accurate idea of the perpetrator’s physical profile.

While the killer had concealed DNA and fingerprint evidence expertly, he was exceedingly reckless while committing the murder. Especially his knife-wielding movements, which he made no effort to hide.

The consequence was blood spatter. Though much of it was masked by subsequent blood deposits, those were only obstacles for Level 2 forensic specialists—not for Level 3 and above.

Jiang Yuan’s bloodstain analysis skill was Level 5, and he had one temporary +1 boost, effectively elevating his capability to Level 6. At this level, in a blood-covered crime scene, except for recreating the suspect’s face, their physical figure was virtually inescapable.

Even at Level 4, simplifying the suspect’s body into arm length (X) and height (Y)—a thin, collision-free cross-like object—based on velocity and direction of blood spatter on the surrounding walls, X and Y could be calculated.

Such values—height, reach—remain consistent over 5 or 10 years unless there’s serious physical illness.

With Jiang Yuan’s Level-6 expertise, he could further deduce shoulder width, hip width, and other nuanced measurements.

Comparing this to fingerprinting, it’s as if Jiang Yuan already had the suspect’s fingerprint. Now, it was up to the teams to provide substantial data for matching.

Afternoon.

Reports began trickling onto Jiang Yuan’s desk.

Jiang Yuan and Liu Jinghui silently read and pondered, exchanging few words.

While Liu Jinghui focused intently on managing practicalities and aftermath, Jiang Yuan simply compared the suspect’s physical traits. Both were busy and unable to communicate effectively, operating independently.

Both radiated confidence but lacked total certainty.

To some extent, they both resembled gamblers waiting for the winning tile—hoping for that final self-drawn match.

They waited like this until nightfall.