National Forensic Doctor

Dog market.

A group of adorable cats were puffing their chests and waving their tails to greet customers, trying to sell themselves for a good price.

The turtles poked their heads out and mildly observed their surroundings, before stacking upon each other to bask in the sun.

Fluffy and cute rabbits, large and small, white and gray, they all seemed arrogantly poised, carrying their chins high like little lords, occasionally scratching their cages with their paws.

Mu Zhiyang led the way, a swing stick tucked in his waist, not carrying many extra items.

Jiang Yuan and Liu Jinghui followed some distance behind, talking as they walked, much like any men might while shopping.

Their trip at most could be considered investigative visits, and if there were any mandatory requirements, it was merely to cover all the shops that sold knives.

This wasn’t a difficult task at all. Experienced criminal police officers could quickly visit all markets by simply asking a few vendors in the same line of business, who often had a better understanding of the market than the customers themselves. They could even detail where their competitors got their goods and the prices they paid.

Domestic markets had long been competitive, and factories were also fiercely contending. Any "information gap" in wholesale markets that could last a week was impressive.

Of course, some gray and black market items like fake cigarettes, fake alcohol, fake feed, sick dogs, and others were sold secretly, but they could be easily found if one knew the right people.