The Forensic Doctor Better Than a Detective-Chapter 397 - 237: The Person Is Gone

"But if the vehicle didn’t go through the scrap procedure, that’s going to be troublesome."

The man’s neck stiffened, and he said confidently, "Nonsense, our company has legitimate qualifications, I wouldn’t dare to take a car that hasn’t been approved, even if you beat me."

Mr. Fu’s expression became serious as he said, "We are currently investigating a case and need your cooperation to check if there are any suspicious vehicles."

The man turned his head and glanced at the scrapped cars in the yard, full of doubt.

"Are you guys mistaken?"

"Where would the suspicious vehicles come from here? These were all collected through regular channels."

Zhang stepped forward, eyes sharp as a hawk.

"Just cooperate, that’ll do."

"If there’s no suspicion, and it’s all clean, there’s nothing to worry about."

"If there are indeed issues, we’ll get to the bottom of it."

"But if you’re hiding something, then you’d maybe have to come along with us."

The man looked at the two with serious expressions.

Knowing he couldn’t outmatch them, he said dejectedly, "Alright then."

As he spoke, he hesitantly fetched the keys from his waist.

With a "creak," the rusty gate slowly opened.

Mr. Fu and Zhang quickly followed inside.

Upon entering, the yard appeared much more spacious than it seemed from the outside.

As far as the eye could see, the ground was filled with scrap materials, various parts scattered all around, resembling a battlefield of car parts.

Old tires were piled into small hills.

Twisted steel beams lay haphazardly across.

Some shattered car window glass reflected eerie light under the moonlight.

Zhang turned to look at the boss and asked with a smile, "Boss, how long has this factory been open?"

The boss scratched his head and answered honestly, "Around ten years, it used to belong to my father and later passed on to me."

Zhang realized, "I see, that’s why there are so many old cars here, it’s been years."

While Zhang and the boss chatted, Mr. Fu’s eyes, like searchlights, scanned every corner of the yard.

He pondered about where the suspect might have hidden the car, considering the short time since the incident.

Driven by curiosity, he asked, "Boss, have any new cars come in here recently?"

The boss scratched his cheeks, looking troubled.

"We have lots of scrap cars here, typically every week we get them, but I can’t really remember specific ones."

Mr. Fu pressed further, "No records?"

The boss chuckled awkwardly.

"It’s just me and my wife in this factory, we’re too busy to keep our feet off the ground."

"We don’t have time for that, cars come, we take them in, sometimes we dismantle parts from scrapped cars to sell."

Zhang listened, understanding the situation clearly.

There might not be much ’clean’ dealings going on in this factory.

However, Mr. Fu kept his focus intact, continuing to investigate the scene as he walked.

He carefully stepped over a pile of chaotic parts.

Sidelined one protruding steel beam, his eyes never leaving the surrounding vehicles.

Suddenly, his gaze seemed magnetically drawn to a black vehicle in the northeast corner.

The car was quietly parked in the corner, its body covered in dust, the front severely deformed.

Meanwhile.

Mr. Qin, Jiang An, and Zhang Yean had just stepped out of Mr. Li’s office.

Mr. Qin, anxious, immediately took out his phone, dialing the general manager.

"Hello, is the man surnamed He from workshop five still there?"

The general manager urgently replied, "I’m contacting them right away."

He then dialed Mr. Yang from workshop five, "Mr. Yang, is there a man with the surname He in your workshop?"

"Yes! He Biao!"

"Is he there?"

Mr. Yang replied helplessly, "Sorry, Mr. Manager, he hasn’t come to work for the past two days."

Upon hearing this, the general manager’s anger was palpable, "Two days absent, why not report?"

Mr. Li, standing nearby, explained, "Mr. Manager, he’s one of our employees, been around for several years."

"If we report, bonuses might be deducted in the monthly performance assessment; we’re trying to downplay it."

The general manager, worried sick, asked, "Can we contact him now?"

Mr. Yang sighed, "Can’t reach him, his phone is off."

The general manager panicked, "What? Isn’t he at the factory? We mustn’t let this end in tragedy!"

Mr. Yang quickly reassured, "He’s not here, we searched the factory dormitory several times and didn’t find a trace of him."

The general manager hung up the phone, regretfully patting his thigh.

An employee vanished without reason, and he’s someone the police are looking for.

What now!

He worriedly mulled over the fact that police investigating the factory would surely disrupt production.

With this in mind, he dialed Mr. Qin.

"Mr. Qin, I’m really sorry, the person you’re looking for hasn’t shown up for two days."

At this moment, the three had just stepped out of the elevator.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Qin’s forehead veins bulged in agitation.

"What?"

"He’s been missing for two days, where is he?"

"Can you find him?"

The general manager, on the phone, helplessly answered, "Sorry, his phone is off, don’t know where he went."

Mr. Qin angrily gritted his teeth, thinking to himself.

This disappearance seems suspicious.

Given the current investigation situation, this person is most likely the suspect.

He slapped his thigh hard, regretful: Still a step too late.

Mr. Qin put away his phone, looking at Zhang Yean and Jiang An.

He then lightly shook his head, face full of dismay, "The person is missing."

Zhang Yean frowned, resentfully saying, "Mr. Chen, this guy must be guilty, ran off secretly."

Mr. Qin sighed deeply, "Anything unusual must have problems."

"For him to suddenly disappear now, with his phone off, definitely has issues."

"If he’s alive, that’s fine, but if... if he ran into trouble, then this case could become a cold case, hard to find breakthroughs."

Jiang An listened, the presence of concern visible on his face.

Pondering over the case like viewing a movie.

Did he commit suicide out of guilt, or is there another story?

From three hours ago at the brick factory, not many people accessed the case information.

Yet He Biao disappeared two days ago, what’s happened during this time?

Back at Phoenix Mountain, Li Jian and his team were gathered around a pile of bones in the grass.

At this moment, he was wearing white gloves, his eyes sharp as a hawk, squatting, examining carefully.

Nearby, Mr. He urgently asked, "Can these bones be matched with the previous corpse?"

Li Jian picked up the bone, turning it over and examining it.

He affirmed, "Though I’m not a professional forensic specialist."

"Judging from the characteristics of this bone’s fracture, it matches the deceased’s features, clearly it’s the right hand."

As he said this, he carefully placed the skeleton into a kraft paper evidence bag.

Standing up, he dusted off his hands and said, "Not bad, just checked, there are no fractures on this bone, only some animal bite marks."

"We still have to keep searching and see if there’s more elsewhere."

Li Jian took off his gloves, full of satisfaction, "Police dogs are indeed remarkable."

"Able to find a skeleton in such a concealed place, now I’m more confident about finding the remaining limbs."

Li Jian listened, broke into a smile, full of determination.

"Our Jiangcheng police dog squad, is an ironclad team that can fight battles, willing to fight battles, and knows how to win battles."

"Brothers, let’s push harder, strive to finish the day satisfactorily, and return home triumphantly as soon as possible."

As soon as the words fell, the trainers were all eager.

The police dogs led by their handlers were wagging their tails excitedly, howling, and began thoroughly searching again along the path they had come.

Mr. He glanced down at the police dogs, feeling fortunate: Who would’ve thought clues would really be found here?

Li Jian took out a pack of cigarettes from his bag, pulled out one and handed it to Mr. He.

He smiled and asked, "Here, not picky, right?"

Mr. He laughed heartily, taking the cigarette.

"Why would I be picky?"

"You handled the bones with gloves, while I merely carried the evidence bag barehanded."

"In our profession, we’ve seen it all."

He said, as he took out a lighter, "Snap," lighting a cigarette for both of them.

At this moment, on the lush green hill.

The two middle-aged men puffed smoke, their eyes fixed firmly on the group of searching police dogs ahead, brimming with anticipation.