National Forensic Doctor

Jiang Yuan got off work and chose to walk home slowly.

After being away for so long, even if staying in a five-star hotel or a self-purchased small house, it still felt like a business trip, and unknowingly accumulated some mental stress.

At this time, walking home was like a pressure relief valve; the closer to home, the less the pressure.

Mu Zhiyang and Wen Ming followed Jiang Yuan, each carrying a Type 92 pistol. Although the safety in Ningtai County was reasonably assured, Mu Zhiyang only wore a standard bulletproof vest without a ceramic plate, focusing more on the surroundings and vehicles.

The road was lined with greenery, and the gentle breeze blew. Many others chose to walk too. Occasionally, someone would take out their phone to aim at the two in police uniforms, probably preparing to post on social media. Whenever this happened, Mu Zhiyang would turn around, facing the person, so that the law enforcement recorder on his chest captured the person’s face.

Jiang Yuan took out his phone and called his father: "I’ll be home for dinner."

"Good, good, good." Jiang Fuzhen was very happy, laughed loudly and said: "Home is always best, running outside all the time, can’t even eat properly."

"Didn’t you send a chef over?" Jiang Yuan also felt good returning home.

"A chef’s cooking is never as good as your dad’s." Jiang Fuzhen boasted for two seconds and then said: "I’ve learned two new ways to cook meat, hurry back to try it. Don’t bother going upstairs, just come downstairs."

"Alright." Jiang Yuan agreed with a smile and quickened his pace.