National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 1236 - 1164 Murder

The moon is dark.

The wind is high.

A lone lamp casts a slanted shadow.

A pot of hotpot.

Wei Shikan busily greeted Jiang Yuan and others to take their seats, smiling broadly: "Dai Zhi said Captain Jiang likes hotpot, so I arranged for the best hotpot restaurant in Lanyue City. I said, how good can the best hotpot restaurant in our city be? Dai Zhi said the chef came from Sichuan and has many years of experience. I said, that’s still not good enough. A chef who leaves the strongest frontline will lose his touch; we need the top chef who is actively working on the frontline!"

Everyone at the table was a member of the Cold Case Squad. Wu Junhao couldn’t help but look up at Wei Shikan: "Xiao Wei is impressive, fast-forwarding to flattery in just a few sentences."

"I learned it from hearing people speak from a young age." Wei Shikan showed a modest expression.

Wu Junhao could only give a thumbs-up.

Wei Shikan was a very low-key second-generation. He never bragged about his family background. Besides not liking work, refusing to accept unspoken rules, and being immune to bullying, his attitude was generally casual, leaving a good impression. However, through his words, people who knew his "secret" could easily discover it.

He never really tried hard to hide this secret.

If Wei Shikan were an undercover agent, he would be out dining at the pit on the second day after entering. But in reality, Shen Yaowei was still digging for evidence while Wei Shikan had already flown out of town.

Jiang Yuan smiled widely as he looked at the hotpot. At home, he ate meat stewed by his father; when out and about, he didn’t have such conditions, so hotpot with Jiang Fuzhen-selected beef was best.

Wang Chuanxing helped Jiang Yuan prepare the dipping sauce and continued, "Xiao Wei hasn’t finished flattering yet, proceed. Did you go to Sichuan to find the chef?"

"He’s the chef from my favorite hotpot restaurant in Chengdu, Chef Ma. I was supposed to bring him for you to meet, but I let it go. Chef Ma isn’t fit for a restaurant meet since he doesn’t look appealing." Wei Shikan added a little story to every sentence, making everyone feel amused.

Mu Zhiyang curiously asked, "How unappealing?"

"He’s from a poor family, grew up amidst grease fumes, and is small and skinny, with pocked skin, but his hotpot ingredients are really delicious. You’ll taste it shortly and know it’s incredibly tasty, perfectly showcasing the hotpot’s flavors." Wei Shikan explained earnestly.

Wu Junhao chuckled, "When people talk hotpot, they all mention Chongqing’s; yours is from Chengdu."

"What do Chongqing people know about hotpot!" Wei Shikan mocked disdainfully.

...

Changyang City.

Lixin Industrial Park.

It is more than 50 kilometers from the city center; from afar, it seems desolate, close looking still shows desolation; it’s truly a desolate place.

But, construction vehicles coming and going are not few.

Industrial park construction differs greatly from city construction; it’s spread wide, though vehicles frequently pass by, one rarely sees people gathered in groups, making the park’s industrial nature even more industrial.

Outside the east gate of the park, a dirt truck is parked far away, with flickering light inside, like a driver taking a leisure break.

The security guard at the park entrance could see the dirt truck but paid no attention at all.

It’s already late, everyone was working overtime, no one wanted to take on extra work.

One in the morning.

A car rushed over from afar, with bright headlights illuminating the spirits of the guards at the park entrance.

Meanwhile, the phone of Ren Kuangshan, sitting in the dirt truck afar, rang.

"That’s the car." A dull voice said only one sentence before hanging up.

Ren Kuangshan flicked away the cigarette butt silently, closed the window, pulled down the black ski mask, wore sunglasses, and started the engine.

After keeping watch for several hours, he was getting tired; even though it was a deadly job, Ren Kuangshan had an impulse to finish quickly.

Of course, the task this time required just a moment of resolve.

Ren Kuangshan lightly pressed the accelerator, preventing the dirt truck from making peculiar roars.

The speed gradually increased, his hands tightly gripped the steering wheel, starting to sweat slowly.

This wasn’t his first time driving into someone, but in the previous two occurrences, it was genuinely accidental. At least, when he drove freight trucks, hauling steel coils to save his own life, he decisively crashed into them.

But this time...

purely for money!

No, partly for social revenge!

Why must I get cancer!

Ren Kuangshan’s eyes fixed firmly on the Audi ahead, his foot pressing the accelerator harder.

He had been diagnosed with stomach cancer for nearly a year, the doctor said early stage, family said the same, cut it out and it’d be fine. But, Ren Kuangshan consulted another doctor, at least it was mid-stage.

Mid-stage stomach cancer, some survive longer but not much longer.

Many truck drivers get stomach cancer; Ren Kuangshan had seen patients living seven or eight years, five or six years, some might only live two to three years.

Ren Kuangshan felt so scared, so resentful, so angry...

While lying on the hospital bed after surgery, regret filled him.

He had too many things he wanted to do but didn’t do, mostly due to lack of money, some lacked opportunities, and some were undoable, morally unjustifiable.

But, when I’m about to die, what morals bind me?

Crashed another person and take the money to leave, there’s still time to indulge, to do things he couldn’t do when poor, things morally restrained him before, all his hard-earned money could be left for family.

He consulted a lawyer online, even if he broke the law, his earned labor income remained his; he even wrote a divorce agreement for his wife to be prepared.

As for the future, as long as living well for more years by any means possible.

When Ren Kuangshan heavily stepped on the accelerator, the well-maintained dirt truck roared loudly, speeding fast towards the industrial park gate.

His hand steadily controlled the car’s direction. Driving a large truck needs strength; in a few years, he might lose control of the steering, can’t maintain this stability.

That’s why now is the perfect time to crash into someone.

Until the dirt truck headlights swept over, the guards became surprised.

They watched dirt trucks come and go daily, never feeling anything wrong, but now the truck’s speed was incredible, even showing no intention of braking.

The Audi that just arrived in front of the industrial park had slowed and braked, waiting for the guard to lift the gate barrier, unaware of the impending danger hastening towards it, even with the dirt truck’s lights approaching, merely feeling puzzled and annoyed.

The driver and passenger of the Audi never expected to become victims of a premeditated murder.

Bang!

The dirt truck slammed into the Audi’s side front, flipping the top; while the small car tumbled, before hitting the ground, parts had scattered everywhere.

At that moment, experienced Ren Kuangshan didn’t hit the brakes at all; he even stepped on the accelerator a bit more.

After two times driving giant trucks into small cars, Ren Kuangshan understood well, as long as the truck body was tough enough, those weighing about 2 tons wouldn’t pose any threat to trucks weighing 20 or even 40 tons; flipping a truck mainly happens from trucks itself.

Thus, holding the steering wheel steady without touching and hitting the emergency brake, trucks crashing smaller cars would be just like cars colliding with motorcycles, sending them flying away, the truck wouldn’t be affected.

Pressing the gas helped balance the resistance from the small car.

Once the resistance was gone, the truck could drive normally, just like Ren Kuangshan was doing.

Ren Kuangshan’s dirt truck stunned the guards as it drove another kilometer, took a swift turn, then abruptly halted.

Ren Kuangshan opened the door and jumped off, crossing through the greenery, found his mountain bike left here and hopped on.

Riding mountain bikes had become his hobby in recent years, the most costly hobby in his life; initially for fishing and saving money on paid fishing ponds.

Who’d have thought he’d use it in a murder plot eventually?

Ren Kuangshan pushed his mountain bike upright, recognized the road slightly before driving down the dirt track.

It was over ten minutes later when police cars arrived and discovered the dirt truck, very surprised at first, then cordoning the area and making a phone call.

By the time the police figured out the driver’s escape route, it had been nearly half an hour since Ren Kuangshan picked up his motorbike.

A considerable number of police cars, sirens blaring, began gathering at the dirt truck and Lixin Industrial Park entrance.

...

Morning.

Jiang Yuan hadn’t woken up yet when the phone rang.

"Jiang Yuan. Awake?" Yu Wenshu’s voice came through.

"Awake." Jiang Yuan could only say, hurriedly getting up.

"Can you return to Changyang?" Yu Wenshu said, "Academician Lou from Changyang University has been murdered; the case is significant."

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