National Forensic Doctor

By the time Jiang Yuan arrived at the scene, the sky had already darkened. The forensic doctors from Zhengguang Bureau had collected the remains and sent them to the autopsy center.

Beijing has its own forensic identification center, an independent small building in the suburbs. A large, red sign was on the rooftop, illuminated by a red lightbox from behind. Even hundreds of meters away, one could sense its unparalleled ability to depreciate property values. For some reason, the lightbox stopped working later on, and no one repaired it.

So Jiang Yuan changed his shoes and clothes before collecting some soil, maggots, and insect eggs from the body pit, and followed the vehicle to the forensic identification center.

Jiang Yuan didn’t understand much about internet technology, so in the face of these new-age murders, what he could still do was to start from the body itself.

Fellow forensic expert Zhan Kan looked at Jiang Yuan with curiosity.

In the field of forensic medicine, not only in Beijing but nationwide, Jiang Yuan’s fame had grown quite substantial.

However, forensic medicine itself is a solitary circle, and even forensic doctors don’t interact much with each other. Zhan Kan, not being particularly adept at socializing, rode all the way with Jiang Yuan without saying a word, watching him fall asleep.

Entering the forensic identification center, Jiang Yuan took Mu Zhiyang with him to change clothes, while a young man from the center approached Zhan Kan, poking him lightly and asked, "What do you think? What’s Jiang Yuan like?"

Zhan Kan paused, remembering the appearance of Jiang Yuan he had been observing all the way, and replied, "Nice skin."

"What skin?"