National Forensic Doctor

Zhang Dinghui was stunned for two seconds, then sat up, put on a piece of clothing, and leaned against the head of the bed: "So, the conclusion now is that it is definitely a remote-controlled bomb, and the perpetrator is still at large, right?"

"Yes." The person on the other end of the phone was Chief Deng Jiabin, who had also been awakened from sleep and had just asked a similar question. At this moment, he could only provide the simplest and most direct answer.

"Do you have any plans?" After Zhang Dinghui finished, he remembered the day’s experience and changed his question: "What are Jiang Yuan’s plans?"

"Jiang Yuan suggests we take it step by step. Now that the circuit board has been found, we should look into the manufacturer of the circuit boards, then trace back through the supply and sales chain, and see if we can find the final purchaser. Also, they have discovered other fragments of remote-controlled bombs and are verifying them."

"Now they are being called remote-controlled bombs, huh." Zhang Dinghui said, and wanted to ask more questions, then thought differently: "Let’s have a teleconference, and gather the colleagues at the scene to have a meeting. Does Jiang Yuan have time?"

Chief Deng Jiabin understood Zhang Dinghui’s meaning and said: "I’ll communicate with them and try to get Jiang Yuan to join the meeting."

"Alright." Zhang Dinghui hung up the phone, got up wearing his jacket, and said to the person beside him: "I’m going to the living room to hold a video conference, you go back to sleep."

"Okay, don’t stay up too late though." His wife turned over.

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"Hopefully." Zhang Dinghui smiled, then sat next to the telephone in the living room, understanding that tonight would be a sleepless one.

Soon, the phone rang.