National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 872 - 810 Destined

"Hello, I’m looking for two people for either a one-time thing or the whole night. Can you do that?"

Liu Wenkai copied, pasted, and sent the message, then patiently waited.

In front of him lay several mobile phones and computers, some with software to get past internet firewalls to use Telegram, Facebook, and Twitter, others without the VPNs ran WeChat and QQ, and some displayed forum pages waiting for private messages.

Nowadays, cracking down on prostitution is strict, but for the ladies of the night, this is certainly not the worst of times, one might even say it’s the best of times.

The likes of Du Shiniang and Liu Rushi from past generations surely could not have imagined that in 21st century China, prostitutes could operate independently without a pimp, find middlemen without their personal freedom being restricted, not worry about being extorted by gangs and thugs, have the right not to be raped, call the police in case of danger, receive mainstream society’s protection during off hours, freely set their own work hours, even pick their clients, get treatment if sick, quit anytime without affecting employment, marriage, or social relationships, take up the job again side by side, and most importantly, charge higher rates than in times when none of the above were possible!

As for the risk of being targeted by law enforcement, one just needs to look at various websites, seeing the blatantly listed contact information to know that they clearly don’t fear policy risks enough.

Due to economic downturn and worsening public safety, Qinghe City’s websites have shown an obvious increase in new faces.

Liu Wenkai contacted them one by one, patiently waiting.

The criminal police unit was understaffed and their primary responsibility wasn’t to crack down on prostitution. They couldn’t possibly go door-to-door catching people—that would be too inefficient. Moreover, unless conducting a major cross-district operation, there was also the risk of word getting out, allowing potential targets to escape.

So, a few folks who had dined on Uncle Seventeen’s stir-fry, after discussion, decided to follow the route of double flights first.

Not all prostitutes are willing to take double flight jobs, in fact, due to safety, convenience, and various other reasons, most don’t. Those who are willing, or have fixed partners, are more likely to recommend this service to clients.

Another thing, the mass murder occurred a week ago. If the killer wanted to vent, it would be within this week. The lady who took his offer would either have a regular partner or a newly-formed one, highly likely to repeat the service.

After all, double flights are only half the workload but charge more, just requiring a bit of team spirit, making it a very profitable service.

Ding!

A new WeChat account Liu Wenkai had registered buzzed with a reply:

"Yes, 5000 yuan for two people the whole night, switching people means switching condoms, bring plenty extra."

"That works." Liu Wenkai felt it was expensive and the operation had high requirements, but he agreed right away—the money wasn’t real anyway.

After discussing the details, address, and time, Liu Wenkai called out, "Here’s another one on board, tagged H7, meeting at 10 tonight."

"I’ll take this one," Shen Yaowei raised his hand and said, "There aren’t many left. If more come, the criminal police team won’t be able to handle it."

Catching johns isn’t hard; what’s troublesome is handling the case.

The police would usually send a large team to raid one address. The criminal police had a different objective and didn’t have the resources for that, they could only disperse and arrest after synchronizing their watches.

They didn’t necessarily need to arrest. Jotting down key information and prying out what they wanted to know, it was also acceptable to take them in for a few days of administrative detention and then release them. It’s not a lack of evidence, but rather that handling the case was too much hassle and the criminal police team didn’t have the time to do the public security team’s work. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

This time Jiang Yuan wasn’t on case duty, instead, he took his junior colleague Miao Ruixiang to examine three bodies.

He had initially based his judgments on photographs and the previous forensic doctor’s analysis results, which were actually sufficient. Normally, prosecutors and court’s forensic doctors also just review case files, they don’t perform autopsies. In bigger cities like Changyang City, prosecutors’ forensic doctors might not see a body for years, they work only with photos and case files.

Not to mention court’s forensic doctors, by the time a case completed the investigation phase and was brought to prosecution, even fresh bodies would have decomposed, so a court’s forensic doctor’s daily work mainly consists of non-forensic tasks, making it the most comfortable job in the forensic field.

Jiang Yuan decided to examine the bodies mainly to train Miao Ruixiang.

Master Wu Jun’s forensic expertise was rather inscrutable. There was no issue with him mentoring Miao Ruixiang; it was just that Miao’s progress was rather slow. Since Jiang Yuan had some free time, he decided to personally mentor Miao Ruixiang for a while.

The mass murder case at Xushuang Mingyuan was a typical major case. Examining the bodies in such cases allowed one to see the complete process, the most accurate techniques, and the most official standards.

On another note, given the stage the case was at, another look at the bodies by Jiang Yuan was advantageous for checking for omissions. Miao Ruixiang was also able to get involved and it didn’t interfere with the case itself.

That night.

The three corpses were repeatedly examined.

That night.

The girls who were already prepared to be upset were one by one lifted to the corner of the room.

Just before midnight, Lei Xin called:

"We’ve found a suspect."

"What’s the situation with the suspect?" Jiang Yuan was quite surprised. Liu Jinghui’s speculation seemed somewhat special, but he hadn’t expected such a straightforward breakthrough—a night of searching through dozens of brothels was truly simple for a mass murder investigation.

Lei Xin sounded relieved and chuckled before continuing, "The suspect has called for threesomes four times in the past week, each time with different pairs of people."

"Huh." Not only was Jiang Yuan surprised, but Miao Ruixiang, who was examining the corpses, couldn’t help but exclaim as well.

Lei Xin laughed and then said, "The suspect claims to be a fitness enthusiast and is indeed physically strong. He paid in cash each time, but he left a secondary WeChat account. We checked it, and he seems to be a professional mover."

"The income for movers in Qinghe City isn’t much, right? Four consecutive threesomes?" Jiang Yuan quickly identified the inconsistency.

Lei Xin made an affirming sound, "From what I know, they make four to five thousand a month, six thousand tops with back-breaking effort, and he still has a boss. Two months’ savings wouldn’t cover the cost of one threesome. So, the source of his income is also questionable."

Valuables had been taken from the victims’ home, and from police experience, criminals that get their hands on easy money, even if they were honest people before, wouldn’t be saving diligently to buy a house and get married now. Spending the money lavishly, despite the massive risks involved in acquiring it, is typical of criminals.

"Is there any footage? Does it match the sketch?" Jiang Yuan asked again.

"It matches. I think it’s definitely this guy," Lei Xin replied, and since he trusted Jiang Yuan, he made this private remark.

Criminal sketches are difficult to use for solving cases in China, but they are pretty effective when it comes to post-event verification.

Jiang Yuan immediately said, "What’s next? Is there anything I need to do?"

"If you’re not too busy, we’re about to search the suspect’s home now," Lei Xin naturally hoped that Jiang Yuan could participate.

Jiang Yuan readily agreed. He had brought Miao Ruixiang along to examine the bodies, and they were waiting to get to work.

Miao Ruixiang reluctantly put down the corpse, handing it over to the forensic assistant here.

The two went downstairs, exited through the main entrance, and coincidentally encountered two cars full of noisy, tall, and fair women.

Miao Ruixiang instinctively lit a bundle of joss paper and threw it out the window of the car.

The red and blue flames floated in the air, allowing Miao Ruixiang’s heart to calm down again, to the point where he could ignore the curses coming from the car across.