National Forensic Doctor

Jin Mountain.

Garbage dump.

Inside the blue barricades.

The police scattered like enlarged gray mice, burrowing in and out of the trash.

Jiang Yuan needed relatively intact and seemingly valuable items that didn’t appear to be discarded residential waste. Moreover, both the forensic center and elsewhere had limited space for storing garbage, so moving the entire trash pile over wasn’t feasible.

So, while on the surface it seemed like a garbage-picking process, it was actually a process of evidence hunting, ultimately still resembling garbage picking.

A gust of wind blew by, lifting a hood mask off someone’s head and carrying it away...

The owner of the hood mask was a young detective wearing glasses, with a gentle, bookish face that looked easy to bully. It was clear he was a recent graduate from an ordinary university. He hopelessly reached out with his hand, ultimately watching the mask drift a few meters away and sweep the trash, giving up on retrieving it back to his head.

Witnessing the entire scene, Shen Yaowei couldn’t help but smile, walking over to say, "Go and wash your hands for a break, and put the mask back afterwards."

The young detective, holding his breath, decided to be candid, "Forget it, it doesn’t matter whether I wear the mask or not, it all stinks."