National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 1078 - 1009: No Creativity

"Assemble!"

The whistle blew, calling all the armed police from the dormitory and various corners of the training ground.

In no time, the soldiers had tidied up and begun to form ranks downstairs.

The commander, clad in camouflage and wearing a hat, shouted hoarsely, "Attention, everyone! We’ve received orders from higher-ups—run to the auditorium and collectively watch tonight’s ’News Broadcast’—’Ningtai Jiangyuan, Ambitions Beyond the Horizon!’"

After giving the command, the commander swung his arm forward, and the troops set off.

Squads of soldiers jogged into the auditorium in formations based on platoon, company, or battalion.

Soon, the music for the news program began playing, and the political commissar sitting in the front row timed it precisely. As soon as Jiang Yuan’s video appeared on the screen, he rose abruptly and said, "Attention, everyone, focus on learning!"

"Yes!" A cacophony of rough voices echoed through the auditorium, shaking the white plaster on the walls.

At the front of the auditorium, the projector displayed the host recounting the story of Jiang Yuan, the Jianmen Court case, and the espionage investigation.

The case progressed swiftly—not only were the suspects successfully arrested and confessed, but the entire spy network, consisting of more than a dozen spies, was taken down in one fell swoop.

Although there was room for maneuvering—casting a long line to catch big fish—it was undeniably the best-case scenario to eliminate such a stable spy network in one go. No one with half a brain would dare to say to the Zhang Family People under these circumstances and at this moment: Don’t rush, let’s catch a few petty criminals first.

Even so, this espionage case was one of the rare major cases in recent years.

A 30-year-long infiltration, although limited by rank from accessing highly classified information, still managed to pass along a significant amount of intelligence while maintaining stability in that position.

The auditorium periodically erupted in cheers and curses.

Young men, brimming with vitality and enthusiasm, were always adept at using their physicality to express opinions.

...

Jiangcun Residential Area.

Firecrackers cracked and drums boomed.

Children acted as if it were the New Year, gathering around firecrackers, folk performances, and stilt-walking clowns, busily reveling in the festivities.

The "First-Class Hero" plaque was held aloft by two burly men, lifted high and moved left and right constantly, showcasing it to everyone in the vicinity.

They had paraded it back from the ancestral shrine—a plaque as long as a man—hoisted and carried through Jiang Village, past Li Village, and then detoured through Wang Family Village and up Hu Family Ridge. Modern life was faster-paced now; otherwise, in earlier years, this plaque could have circulated for half a month.

"The fourth First-Class Hero plaque!"

When the excitement subsided and dusk approached, the villagers hung the newest First-Class Hero plaque in the first-floor hall of the Jiang Family home.

Political Division officers who had been waiting promptly smiled and continued taking photos and filming.

"Jiang Yuan, Captain Jiang, smile a little more—preferably a big hearty laugh," the photographer from the agency spoke while guiding Jiang Yuan and snapping pictures simultaneously.

Jiang Yuan attempted to comply but still found it challenging to laugh openly.

The photographer raised his head, clicking his shutter again with a chuckle, "Just think of this—is today potentially your happiest day ever? Right?"

"Well... not necessarily," Jiang Yuan replied honestly.

The photographer was rendered speechless, awkwardly rubbed his forehead, and said, "You’ve won a First-Class Hero award... Think about what made you happiest before."

Beside him, Jiang Fuzhen smacked Jiang Yuan heavily on the back. He said, "Think about the good stuff. Now that you’ve earned another merit, take some good pictures—and going forward, let’s avoid any more situations requiring merits, alright?"

"Huh?" Jiang Yuan gave Jiang Fuzhen a surprised look.

"Four First-Class Heroes already; that’s enough for you to flaunt for a lifetime. Don’t risk your neck next time. With so many properties nowadays in the community, who’s even going to inherit them later?" Jiang Fuzhen wrapped an arm tightly around Jiang Yuan, smiling warmly.

He was rich—not lacking intelligence—and naturally understood how hard it was for a police officer to earn a First-Class Hero award.

Even though Jiang Yuan returned safe and sound this time, and the merit seemed to have some noteworthy context, there was no denying the inherent risks. Even Jiang Fuzhen, despite his meager knowledge of cinema, knew that once ordinary people got entangled in espionage and politics, they often became second-class citizens—whether in dignity or physicality.

Jiang Yuan hugged his father back equally tightly, adding, "I never aimed for merits. I’m just doing my job—helping other fathers find out the truth about their sons’ deaths. I’m a forensic doctor; that’s exactly what I do."

"Hmm..." Jiang Fuzhen sighed, "Don’t strain yourself too much."

"Got it."

"Our family has money."

"I know."

"Still got pocket money?"

"Plenty."

"I’ll have someone transfer all the rent from Jiaxiang Community properties to your name. Spend the money freely, alright?"

"Oh... sure."

Jiang Yuan chatted casually with his father while glancing over his skill chart.

This newly acquired First-Class Hero merit meant he could choose another skill. However, Jiang Yuan decided to wait and see. His current skill set was already very robust, but reserving a merit reward could come in handy should a future case require enhancement in a specific area.

The primary factor was that there weren’t any pressing needs—a reflection of Ningtai County’s tranquility, with no cases urgently demanding Jiang Yuan’s involvement.

Two days later.

A drifting suitcase floated downstream until it reached Qingbai City—and summoned Jiang Yuan. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Huang Qiangmin personally led the team, ensuring the Qingbai City Bureau delivered its next two years’ membership fees in advance before they arrived.

When they met, the leaders from the Qingbai City Bureau greeted them with radiant smiles.

Jiang Yuan couldn’t avoid the interaction and spent a few minutes exchanging pleasantries with them.

Afterward, he returned and dressed neatly, overhearing Mu Zhiyang’s complaints.

Mu Zhiyang: "Another suitcase? Zero creativity."

His colleague Wang Chuanxing added, "Nowadays, people disposing of bodies prefer suitcases—just like travelers favor rolling luggage. You can’t exactly run promotions saying don’t use suitcases for body disposal."

Mu Zhiyang retorted, "Well, I could promote the idea that suitcases are easier for police to find. Using a suitcase conveniently aids us while simplifying the disposal."

Wang Chuanxing threw him a glance: "If you want to start such campaigns, you should probably advocate that people don’t commit murder—or that turning oneself in might lead to reduced sentences!"

"Uh. It’s a valid angle. But judging by the suitcase specs here, a 24-inch suitcase can’t fit an entire body." Mu Zhiyang continued, only to hear commotion at the scene. Another large, bundle-wrapped object floated downstream, its appearance suspiciously amiss.

A rubber dinghy sputtered into action, speeding toward the object.

Jiang Yuan stepped forward and said, "Note the time, and make sure to update the timestamp for this morning’s suitcase discovery. Also, verify and log the hydrological data."

"Yes," Wang Chuanxing replied promptly, "You suspect these are related?"

"Mu Zhiyang made a good point—the suitcase didn’t contain the entire body," Jiang Yuan squatted down, examined the morning’s suitcase discovery location, cross-checked the photos, and flipped to the interior snapshots.

The 24-inch suitcase at the scene contained only a torso and two arms—both dismembered—a classic defense-driven dismemberment carved into six distinct pieces.

This style of dismemberment adds significant workload with marginal efficiency, typically intended for easier transport and disposal.

Perpetrators adopting this method are often impulsive murderers rather than premeditated ones. In cases of planned homicide, at the very least, they would have devised a method for corpse handling—even surrendering to the authorities qualifies. But splitting a body into six pieces—a labor-intensive and inefficient approach—suggests they lacked preparation. Any cursory research would have directed them toward more effective techniques.

Including, but not limited to, purchasing a larger suitcase.

After all, such dismemberment makes transporting the body more exhausting and provides no concealment of information whatsoever—exposing the largest clue in the process.