National Forensic Doctor

Liu Cheng hadn’t expected that by simply coming over to transfer a corpse, he’d actually witness the changing of the guard at the Ningtai County Bureau.

Fortunately, this series of personnel changes seemed to have been brewing for a long time. In just one day, the doorplate of the county bureau’s political commissar’s office had been changed to that of the director, the familiar Deputy Director Huang Qiangmin had become the political commissar, and it seemed that the deputy section chief Jiang Yuan didn’t need to switch roles.

Having acted as a background prop for a day, Liu Cheng felt it didn’t really affect him—he ate when he was supposed to eat, drank when he was supposed to drink, and had bought his ticket, waiting to go home.

In the evening.

In the midst of the eating and drinking, Huang Qiangmin plopped down next to Liu Cheng.

"Oh, Director Huang, congratulations, congratulations," Liu Cheng put down his chopsticks and started with some auspicious words.

"Thanks a lot. You’ve witnessed our awkward moment. How are you getting on in Ningtai County..." Huang Qiangmin’s perfunctory conversation came effortlessly, and after a few words, he began chatting more intimately, "There must be a lot of cases in Beijing, right? Are you usually busy?"

"Busy, how could it not be busy," as the job came up, Liu Cheng went into full rant mode: "Having a heavy workload is one thing, but the work is simply never-ending. You’re an experienced detective, so let’s be honest, some cases really just require time to grind through. If it’s a serious or major case, then you find time to work on it. If not, you just have to squeeze in the time to do it, and if you really can’t keep up..."

"These past few years should be a bit easier, I guess."

"Certainly, and there are fewer contact-related cases now. The economy has improved, and criminal cases have decreased..."