The Forensic Doctor Better Than a Detective-Chapter 525 - 298: Green Traces (Part 2)

Suddenly, Mr. Fu’s eyes lit up, and he quickly jotted down the name "Chen Yong" in his notebook.

Although we cannot confirm this as the suspect yet, any clue must not be ignored.

Before leaving, Mr. Fu made a solemn promise: "Thank you very much for your cooperation."

"I assure you, the content of today’s conversation will be completely confidential."

He paused briefly, then added, "This is my mobile number; it’s available 24 hours. If you feel any unease or danger, you can contact me anytime."

Saying this, he tore a page from the notebook and wrote his contact details neatly.

Usually, Mr. Fu would only leave his office phone number.

But this time is special; this ordinary villager providing information is already enduring significant psychological pressure.

Many people prefer avoiding extra trouble. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Getting them to break their silence is genuinely challenging.

Leaving a personal number is both a protection for the witness and a reassurance.

Meanwhile, the Criminal Investigation Team’s office was filled with smoke.

Li Jian paced nervously in the office.

Meanwhile, instructor Mr. Yang sat across, slowly puffing out smoke rings.

"I say, Mr. Li!" Mr. Yang flicked the ash, "This case is just an ordinary death case, why are you acting like a cat on hot bricks?"

Li Jian bent over, fished out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, lit one, and took a deep drag.

"Mr. Yang, my heart is uneasy."

"I always feel this case isn’t that simple..."

"Not simple?"

Mr. Yang chuckled, "Could it be you have an issue with the newcomer, Mr. Jiang?"

"Don’t believe he can handle this case?"

"No, not at all!"

Li Jian shook his head, "Jiang An’s ability is evident."

"It’s just..." he frowned, "the kid is too young."

"In charge of such a major case independently, will the people below trust him?"

"Moreover, during the investigation, coordination with surrounding precincts is necessary; will they respect him?"

Mr. Yang sighed upon hearing this, "You’re right!"

"That boy is fair-skinned and putting him in charge of this special task force is definitely a challenge."

Li Jian walked to the window, gazing at the overcast sky outside.

"That’s exactly what I’m most worried about."

"If he can’t hold the fort, solving the case will be even more difficult."

"Currently, determining the nature of the case is just the first step, followed by a lot of investigation and coordination work..."

Then turning back, he spoke earnestly: "Mr. Yang, we’ve been through ups and downs in the police system for so many years; you and I both know."

"No case is truly simple."

"The more ordinary a case appears, the deeper the waters may run."

Mr. Yang nodded in agreement: "That makes sense."

"But let’s wait and see for now."

"If he cracks the case within three days, that would be great."

"If by the third day there’s no progress..."

He cast a meaningful glance at Li Jian, "Then us old folks can step in, not too late."

After thinking for a moment, Li Jian nodded: "Makes sense."

"Give the young folks a chance to learn; if they manage to crack the case, it’ll be good for his credibility too."

"But if there’s no lead in three days..." he paused, "it’s not too late for us to step in, just to back the young ones."

Just then, Li Jian suddenly remembered something: "By the way, where’s Mr. Fu now?"

"He’s taking the task force to investigate the deceased’s social relationships."

Mr. Yang replied.

Li Jian raised his hand to look at his watch, eyebrows furrowing again: "It’s been all morning; shouldn’t there be news by now?"

Meanwhile, in the precinct’s simple courtyard, Zhang Kun, the station chief, hurriedly arrived carrying three bottles of energy drinks.

Sweat beads still dotted his forehead, evidently having jogged over.

"Thank you for your hard work, leaders!"

Zhang Kun cheerfully handed out the drinks, "Have some water to rest."

Wan turned to look, eyes wide open.

"Wow! Mr. Zhang is truly doing well this year, it’s energy drinks!"

"I thought it would be those one-yuan bottled waters again!"

He joked half-seriously, unable to hide his surprise in his tone.

Zhang Kun waved his hand, wearing a humble smile.

"Drinking bottled water at our station would be too shabby."

"Although our conditions are limited, and the canteen food is ordinary, I can still afford these few bottles of drinks myself."

"Personally?"

Zhang Yean and Wan exchanged glances, reading disbelief in each other’s eyes.

Mr. Zhang is willing to pay out of his own pocket?

Keep in mind, he’s famous for being impartial, and his reputation is well known throughout the district.

In terms of seniority, he’s the most senior of everyone present.

This kind of figure, today is so lowering his stance?

Jiang An accepted the drink, twisted open the cap, and took a sip, politely saying, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang."

"We’re still checking this electric bike!"

"Any findings?"

Zhang Kun rubbed his hands, his smile carrying a hint of awkwardness.

"I’m too old, usually not having much chance to go out and learn."

"Today is rare, so can I observe and learn on the side? Promise not to disturb your work."

"Certainly!" Jiang An agreed readily.

"That’s great!"

Zhang Kun’s eyes lit up, "I’ll have other colleagues from the station come over to learn too, treat it as you guys delivering lessons to the grassroots."

"In future, if we encounter similar cases, we’ll have a better grasp."

As he spoke, he turned to call the others.

"No problem, the more the merrier!"

Wan suddenly got energized, unconsciously straightening his back, and gripping the pen more tightly.

Though his expression was serious, inwardly he was thrilled—this was a golden opportunity to shine in front of peers!

In stark contrast to the excited Wan, Jiang An remained fully absorbed in work.

He had already meticulously examined the front and rear wheels of the vehicle, finding nothing of value except normal dirt.

The bumper was intact, indicating the vehicle hadn’t collided during travel.

"Senior sister!" Jiang An suddenly spoke, "Fingerprint identification is your specialty."

"Please check if there are any suspicious fingerprints on the handlebars."

Zhang Yean nodded, deftly handing the camera to Jiang An.

She herself retrieved a strong flashlight from the toolkit.

Then, Zhang Yean bent down, positioning the beam at a specific angle to illuminate the handlebars, scrutinizing every inch.

From left to right, inside to outside, not missing the tiniest detail.

Fifteen minutes passed, Zhang Yan straightened up, confusedly shaking her head.

"Strange! Only the deceased’s fingerprints are here!"

"How could the suspect not leave any traces?"

"That’s indeed unusual!" Jiang An mused, "Anyone riding a bike must grip the handlebars... unless..."

His eyes suddenly brightened, "Were they wearing gloves?"

Although nowadays criminals are highly aware of anti-detection measures, wearing gloves during crimes isn’t uncommon.

However, Jiang An wasn’t discouraged; he continued examining other parts.

No matter how minuscule the traces, he must repeatedly confirm if they’re related to the case.

Without direct clues, we need more indirect evidence to prove.

minutes later, Jiang An’s gaze halted.

He stood there, staring intently at the slight green residue on the edge of the leather seat.

"You guys come over and look!"

Jiang An called out, "There’s something here."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuan and Wan immediately leaned over.

Wan squinted and scrutinized it for a long time: "Isn’t this just ordinary dirt?"

"No!" Jiang An shook his head, "Look at the color closely; it’s green."

"Moreover, the edge falls off with a gentle touch!"

"Green?" Zhang Yean furrowed her brows, "That’s indeed odd."

"This color... looks like some kind of plant juice?"

In an instant, the three exchanged glances, realizing this might be a crucial clue.