National Forensic Doctor

538: Chapter 495: Come and Get the List 538: Chapter 495: Come and Get the List “Doctor Jiang, what do you think, is it too much?” The liaison sent by the Drug Enforcement Team was their squad leader, surnamed Qian, a veteran in narcotics with an age over 50.

He had to put on glasses when looking at his cellphone and had a very kind appearance.

He was referring to the heap of various pieces of evidence on the conference table.

Jiang Yuan made himself a cup of coffee, placed it on the desk, and seemed in no hurry as he said, “As long as the evidence is well-organized, the quantity doesn’t matter.”

“Should we start then?” the veteran in narcotics suggested with a hint of urging.

With so much stuff on the table, if they didn’t start soon, when would they finish?

Jiang Yuan saw this too, and with a smile, he agreed, but his eyes were still pondering over the task progress on the system interface.

The latest task progress had reached “405/X”, an increase of nearly 40 points.

More than half of it was because cases had been solved, with seven or eight points having come from treating guests yesterday.

Logically speaking, Jiang Yuan’s task progress would continue to rise as long as he kept working on cases and treating guests, but there had to be a limit.

Besides, he had no idea how the skills would be rewarded in the end.

Jiang Yuan held his coffee, sat in his chair pondering this, then glanced at the squad leader opposite him holding a cup of green tea, and asked, “Captain Qian, once I process the evidence here, I will liaise with you, right?

Will other members of the Drug Enforcement Team come over?”

“Under normal circumstances, they should not.” Captain Qian took a sip of tea and said, “You know, our confidentiality requirements are quite stringent.

Even if others do come, it would only be a few leaders.

You’ll mainly be liaising with me.”

“So, I won’t be able to meet the officers who collected this evidence?” Jiang Yuan continued to confirm.

Captain Qian hummed in affirmation and then asked, “If you really want to meet someone, give me a reason, and I’ll report it to the higher-ups.

Would that be okay?”

He still seemed quite approachable.

Jiang Yuan smiled and said, “Sure.” However, his real intention was to see if there were any more opportunities to receive “sincere praise.”

Since there weren’t, there was nothing more to say — it was time to settle the task.

A thought crossed Jiang Yuan’s mind, and with a flick of his hand, the system interface flashed by.

Task completed: Sincere Praise

Task content: Earn the sincere praise of your peers

Task progress: 405/X

Task reward: Temporary skill level increase +1, lasts 405 minutes.

Cooldown 24 hours.

Jiang Yuan clicked his tongue.

This skill increase of +1, if used on a Level 6 skill, wouldn’t it grant me Level 7 for 405 minutes?

It might sound like a trivial statement, but the potential for advancement was enough to frustrate many criminals to death.

Even rising from Level 4 to Level 5 or from Level 5 to Level 6 represented a qualitative leap.

Applying the same effect to Wang Zhong would make him an elite in the police force.

Moreover, the skills acquired through legacy could also be temporarily enhanced with the skill +1.

Those Level 1 or Level 2 legacies, when raised by one level, immediately became much more attractive.

For instance, a Level 5 Dog Food skill, if temporarily raised, wouldn’t that reach Level 6 — a simple wave of the hand and the police dogs would have to become obsequious. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NoveI-Fire.ɴet

Sitting in his chair, deeply immersed in thought, Captain Qian was also contemplating Jiang Yuan.

With his years of experience, he had heard about the high demands of Huang Qiangmin, which was said to have even amused the squadron leader.

Now, as he observed Jiang Yuan’s expression and posture, Captain Qian thought: “Could it be he’s blown his own trumpet too much and has decided to give up?”

During this time of observation, Wang Chuanxing, Tang Jia, and others gradually entered the room.

Jiang Yuan snapped back to attention, opened the laptop in front of him, and after some thought, said, “I’ll start with the fingerprints first.

You guys should first categorize the fingerprints and pick some out.”

The evidence and materials on the conference table were a mess, including photos, documents, USB drives, hard drives, and laptops; it was all mixed up and definitely needed to be sorted again.

Besides not being allowed to take anything out, Captain Qian, who was sipping tea, was also there to guard the evidence.

Manpower is always a shortage in any police force, and only special task forces can be a bit more abundant.

Thus, until it’s time to submit evidence, various clues form a pile of disorderly evidence, stored in either cabinets or piles, depending on the storage space of the unit.

Jiang Yuan began with the developed photos for review.

The photos came with a USB drive, indicating their importance and priority were of the highest.

Many of these photos were from crime scenes, evident from the blood handprints and splatters.

Most of them had probably been matched already.

In the past, Jiang Yuan would have set them aside.

Fingerprints that had been compared but not matched were either not in the database or considered difficult cases.

Even if some evidence handlers had done a sloppy job, the fingerprints provided were at least screened carefully.

The difficulty was definitely higher.

If these prints were given to the Jiang Yuan of old, he would have had to compare each one meticulously before drawing a conclusion—an extremely inefficient approach.

It would be better to compare other fingerprints first.

Now, Jiang Yuan used the newly acquired skill, and a blue light flashed before his eyes:

Qingdao Single-Finger Fingerprint Analysis Method — Level 5 (Temporary)

Looking again at the fingerprints in front of him, Jiang Yuan saw that his judgment had indeed moved up a notch, and his vision seemed even clearer.

Jiang Yuan opened the USB accompanying the photos, quickly marked them, and threw them into the software’s background processing.

He set the software to select 30 candidate fingerprints at a time.

If he didn’t see a match after one pass, he would give up on that fingerprint.

Compared to when he was at Fingerprint Analysis Level 3, Jiang Yuan’s current judgment and confidence had greatly improved.

Back then, if he couldn’t get a print right on the first try, he would attempt it several times, filtering from 20 candidate prints all the way up to 100 before considering giving up.

After acquiring Level 4 fingerprint analysis, the overall process was similar, but Jiang Yuan observed that when he filtered down to 100 fingerprints, the number was quite small.

Basically, after examining 50 fingerprints, he could almost determine whether there were missing fingerprints from the database or a problem with his own labeling and essentially come to a conclusion.

Now that he had reached Level 5, his judgment ability became even stronger.

Additionally, the synergy between various related skills had also noticeably improved.

When Jiang Yuan now looked at a fingerprint, he had a good sense of whether image enhancement was necessary and where it should be applied.

This meant that if he possessed Level 5 fingerprint skills, even if he did not master image enhancement himself, collaborating with an expert in image enhancement would produce very good results.

Of course, it wouldn’t be as good as if he did it himself.

The fingerprints sent over by the narcotics squad clearly had not been examined by any high-profile experts.

Perhaps they had been checked by experts around Level 2.9, or by someone with a rudimentary Level 3, but even then not very meticulously.

Most of the fingerprints were ordinary ones; they really just forwarded all the prints they had collected recently.

Jiang Yuan didn’t bother with any special strategies this time.

Armed with Level 5 fingerprint skills leading the charge, followed by Level 5 image enhancement, Level 3 Chongqing Single-Finger Fingerprint Analysis Method, and a bit of trace knowledge—for these unidentified fingerprints, it was like a sweeping force.

He went through the photos one by one, discarding some on the left, matching others on the right, and placing the difficult ones at the top.

There were inevitably some troublesome prints, but the pile of matched fingerprints on the right kept growing.

405 minutes is six hours and 45 minutes, roughly equivalent to a week’s work time for a deputy head of a unit.

Such a long time spent on scanning fingerprints—the ones simply photographed—wasn’t challenging enough.

Soon, Jiang Yuan’s printer began to clack out resumes.

Captain Qian, having finished his tea, got up bored and ambled about, eventually strolling over to the printer to take a sheet of paper, and began to look at it unceremoniously.

It was all evidence and documents from their narcotics squad, so naturally, he was free to peruse the output.

Then, Captain Qian couldn’t take his eyes off it.

“Are these…

all criminal suspects?” Captain Qian wasn’t surprised by the extensive criminal records on the resumes, but the quantity was overwhelming.

He picked up the freshly printed stack of papers, gave it a quick glance, and saw at least thirty to forty sheets, one person per page—that was thirty to forty criminal suspects.

Looking at the specific records, it seemed as though none of them would be wrongly arrested if they were apprehended.

Those at the bottom of the drug chain, either using or selling drugs, were typically habitual criminals—not unless they had escalated to a certain level would they opt for drug trafficking.

Likewise, those addicted to drugs, when it reached a certain stage, would definitely turn to crime; both drug use and trafficking complement and facilitate each other.

The fingerprints the narcotics squad had sent were mainly evidence collected in the past few days related to two drug-trafficking gangs.

The source of the evidence came from information obtained from cases solved by Jiang Yuan and his team.

Besides the drug-making building in the city center being quiet, both drug-trafficking gangs had a massive number of peripheral members.

Moreover, the Huang Li Drug Trafficking Gang had been under surveillance earlier, therefore some fingerprints and other evidence had been collected.

However, this evidence was only identified within the narcotics squad.

They neither compared it worldwide nor was it certain to pass through top experts’ scrutiny.

In fact, except for homicide cases—and even including most homicide cases—evidence was simply processed by the team’s criminal squad, the criminal brigade, or the Criminal Science and Technology Center.

Experts’ time was limited, and there were so many special case teams in the world.

Huang Qiangmin could bite people all over the world and go unchecked for a reason.

For someone like Captain Qian, when working on cases in the past and needing to compare fingerprints, he had to wait for identification and even occasionally bribe with a cigarette.

Old criminal investigators preferred to conduct sudden interrogations because they could be completed by themselves.

Fingerprinting, in those days, required some technical expertise.

Now, the narcotics squad’s technical capabilities were considered robust, but compared with Changyang City’s criminal investigation force or the provincial bureau’s capabilities, they naturally couldn’t match.

Jiang Yuan, in processing fingerprints this way, piling up criminal suspects batch by batch, Captain Qian had neither seen nor heard of such a thing before.

Looking around and seeing Wang Chuanxing and others unfazed, he decided to sit by the printer and flip through these “resumes” one by one.

Addicts, released convicts, compulsory detoxification subjects, repeat drug offenders, violent criminals, economic criminals, white-collar workers with clean records but whose fingerprints were collected, juvenile offenders, civil servants…

People from all walks of life, condensed into a stack of paper, uncomfortably tainted.

Captain Qian felt that arresting the people in this stack of papers would mean his trip hadn’t been in vain.

And the printer beside him kept chugging along, spitting out paper.

“Are all these matches from today?” Captain Qian clutched the stack in his hand and approached Jiang Yuan.

“Yes,” Jiang Yuan replied, barely lifting his head.

It was best not to waste temporarily enhanced abilities.

After a moment’s thought, Captain Qian confirmed again, “All from the evidence we sent over?”

“Yes.

The specific evidence numbers are all there,” Jiang Yuandao replied.

“Alright, I’ve got it.” Captain Qian stepped back quietly; he dared not leave the conference room, and it felt awkward to make a call in person, so he pulled out his phone and rapidly typed in the narcotics squad’s work group chat:

“Oh my god, Jiang Yuan has already singled out dozens of people.

Send someone over to pick up the list ASAP.”