The Forensic Doctor Better Than a Detective-Chapter 431 - 253: I Only Kill One Person!

Hearing Jiang An’s analysis, everyone nodded in agreement, as if led by an invisible hand.

At first glance, these shoes appeared ordinary, without anything peculiar.

However, the strange green liquid on the sole, and the dotted, filament-like substance on the surface, were like beacons in the night, sparking hope in their hearts to solve the case.

After all, where could one easily stumble upon such "rarities" on city asphalt roads and brick paths?

At this moment, the most excited among them was the Criminal Investigation Team Leader, Li Jian.

As the team leader, the pressure to solve the case was like a mountain, heavily weighing on his mind.

Before departing, Mr. Ma’s call felt like a death warrant, saying that a reporter had scheduled an exclusive interview.

Although the content was vague, Li Jian was aware that it must be related to the infamous White Bone case on the mountain that stirred the entire city.

The case had gone viral online, its popularity skyrocketing, not just locally in Jiangcheng, but even spreading to surrounding areas.

The public’s eyes were like searchlights, closely following the case’s progress.

At this moment, seeing these shoes, Li Jian felt a fire ignite in his heart.

The confidence to solve the case grew like bamboo shoots after the rain.

This silent yet iron-clad evidence could often strike at the heart of the case, tearing apart the veil of truth.

Earlier interrogations of Li Xiang had also gradually outlined the case for him.

Squatting nearby, Wan was equally excited, his face flushed.

He clenched his fist, pressing it hard against his chest, shouting, "Wow, finally found it after all the calls!"

"Who would have thought the suspect would hide the evidence so well in his own home."

Jiang An weighed the sports shoes in his hand, his brain working like a supercomputer in high gear.

At this moment, he mused quietly.

If Li Xiang had worn these shoes to the river that night, given the clearly engraved patterns on the sole, mightn’t there be some trace left in the soft riverbank soil?

With this thought, he turned suddenly, his gaze sharp: "Mr. Li, how’s the preservation at the suspected water entry point?"

Li Jian nodded slightly, his gaze steadfast as if penetrating walls.

"Of course!"

"This crucial spot must be heavily guarded."

"I had the local precinct put up police tape early on."

"And, the officers on duty never leave the post without solving the case."

Having said that, his gaze was as sharp as a hawk’s, fixing on Jiang An: "Why bring this up now?"

Jiang An’s eyes landed on the pristine black sports shoes.

"These shoes look fresh out of the oven, the tread patterns crisp, without any worn edges."

"In the semi-dry, soft riverbank soil, one step might imprint a ’crime footprint’."

Instantly, the image of the riverbank flashed in Li Jian’s mind.

He frowned slightly, "But I remember taking a look back then and didn’t notice any obvious footprints."

Jiang An lowered his gaze, pondering for a moment.

Then he said solemnly, "It’s hard to see with the naked eye, but once the grass is cleared, might clues leap out?"

"It could lead us to a hidden path."

Li Jian wholeheartedly agreed, nodding vigorously.

"Finding his footprint there would be highly persuasive."

"At the very least, it would confirm he went to the river."

With that, he swiftly took out his phone, dialing the local precinct.

"Mr. Li, have someone thoroughly guard the suspected water entry point."

"We mustn’t let anyone compromise the scene. If anything happens, you will be held accountable!"

"Yes!"

On the other end, Mr. Li’s response was as firm as a drumbeat.

Then, Jiang An carefully cradled the shoes like a rare treasure, gently placing them in a kraft paper evidence bag, preparing to take them back for in-depth examination.

The four stood up, stepping steadily from the foyer into the living room.

In an instant, the entire space seemed muted.

Only the ticking of the clock remained, echoing in their hearts.

Li Jian, however, dared not relax in the slightest.

He gave Wan a knowing look, and the two deftly drew their guns from their waists.

With light yet resolute steps, they advanced toward the study and bedroom.

During every scene investigation, safety was a line that must not be crossed.

The bloody lessons of the past haunted Li Jian like a nightmare.

During an internship field assignment, due to neglecting scene safety, he watched a comrade fall in a pool of blood.

That image still cut like a knife, occasionally stabbing at Li Jian’s heart.

So now, stepping into any new environment, he tensed every nerve like a soldier on the battlefield.

Five minutes later, Li Jian and Wan holstered their guns and returned, all was safe.

Then, the four filed into the bedroom, their goal clear—to find the possibly damaged T-shirt.

In the master bedroom, the custom wardrobe slowly revealed clothes packed tightly inside.

In view were both men’s and women’s clothing mixed together.

Zhang Yean’s lips curled up slightly, teasingly saying, "Oh, divorced yet still women’s clothes?’

"Could it be they can’t forget old feelings, keeping a memento?"

Wan joined in, grinning and winking, "Who knows?"

"Nowadays, after divorce, one might become more attractive, changing partners like a carousel."