The Forensic Doctor Better Than a Detective-Chapter 508 - 290: Physical Defects

Jiang An took the hydraulic pliers, the icy cold metal sensation transmitted from his palm.

He took a deep breath, and as he bent forward, the fabric of his uniform tightened at the waist, making a faint friction sound.

With a crisp "crack," the brass lock hanging on the metal box broke and the broken shank bounced onto the ground, rolling twice before stopping.

The sound was like a stone tossed into a calm surface, causing originally scattered officers around the room to stop what they were doing simultaneously.

Several sharp spotlight-like gazes shot over.

The dust floating in the air was clearly visible under the lights, everyone subconsciously lightened their breathing.

Li Jian took three steps and came over, squatting down, his face full of uncontrollable excitement.

"Taken from under the bed?"

Jiang An nodded, his Adam’s apple involuntarily moved.

Li Jian immediately bent down, adjusting the flashlight beam, piercing the thick darkness beneath the bed.

Looking around, at the corner near the inside wall, there was a distinct square-like imprint.

"Amazing!" Li Jian shot up straight, giving a thumbs-up.

"Such a hidden corner, not even the police dogs sniffed it out, how did you find it?"

"Just lucky."

Jiang An’s mouth twitched, a dry laugh escaping his throat.

The damp musty smell invaded his nasal cavity, he pointed at the cramped room, not even six square meters.

"In such a small place, the flashlight just happened to sweep the reflection while bending over."

Saying this, his fingers already touched the box lid, but froze in the moment before lifting it.

The sensation suddenly hit him, like scratching a lottery ticket in an alley corner with excitement.

At this moment, the officers gathered around formed an impenetrable human wall.

Jiang An could smell the scent of the shampoo from Zhang Yean’s hair behind him, hear the rapid breathing of the new intern officer to his left.

Soon after, he gently lifted the box lid, the rusty hinge producing a teeth-on-edge groan.

Inside a narrow space about 30cm long and 20cm wide, a yellowed notebook lay quietly.

The kraft paper cover already curled, four faded pen-written characters "Work Notes."

"Senior Sister." Jiang An’s voice suddenly became exceptionally clear, "Please photograph and document it first."

For Jiang An, rich experience in scene investigation had become muscle memory.

The more important the evidence, the more cautious he had to be, like handling fragile thin ice.

You could see him extend both hands, gently holding this yellowed notebook.

"Work notes?"

As Mr. Fu approached, the stubble on his chin brushed against Jiang An’s shoulder.

"Are criminals now so dedicated to their jobs?"

Instantly, Li Jian sighed, the wrinkles on his forehead bunched together, "This is probably why it hasn’t been hit by the public security organs for so long."

"Look at the extent of the paper’s oxidation, the edges are as brittle as soda crackers.

The officers exchanged glances, a tension filled the air like a hunter approaching the prey’s nest.

As Jiang An opened the cover pages, three even more vivid red characters "Diary" shot onto everyone’s retinas like a bullet.

Immediately, the rustling of pages turning was extraordinarily loud in the deathly quiet room.

Due to the urgency of time, Jiang An could only quickly browse—this wasn’t a daily record but a process account of the crime.

After a minute, Jiang An said in a deep voice, "This is it."

"Suspect Li Lei wrote about...the crime process inside."

As he spoke, he deliberately emphasized the last four words heavily.

Mr. Fu erupted in deafening laughter, "God has opened his eyes! We spent three nights without prying open his mouth, now it’s solved perfectly with a notebook."

He raised his hand, slapping Jiang An on the back, "Looks like we can even skip the lie detector."

"This is a speaking corpse!"

Unlike Mr. Fu’s romp with joy, Li Jian had a solemn expression.

"Let’s not rush to celebrate, we still have a lot to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at Jiang An, but his gaze was assessing a suddenly shining raw jade.

He truly was a good prospect suitable for criminal police work.

Tonight’s performance was like a miracle of opening the governor and conception vessels in martial arts novels.

This mold-stained notebook has saved the team a lot of time.

With this crucial discovery, the latter part of the scene investigation suddenly became relaxed.

As the final label on the evidence bag was sealed, the clock’s hand already pointed at half past four in the morning.

Everyone streamed out from the thatched cottage, the eastern skyline showed a light blue glow.

Li Jian stood at the threshold outside, the morning dew soaking his combat boots.

He glanced around at this group of red-eyed yet mentally invigorated subordinates, suddenly feeling a tightness in his throat.

"Brothers..." the moment he spoke, the words were blown away by the morning breeze across the fields.

He rubbed his calloused palms, and when he opened his mouth again, the voice seemed sandpapered: "This case can be tackled because of everyone burning every lamp and wearing out every pair of shoes."

"You all worked hard!"

"Rest assured, the organization will not forget your hardships nor your contributions."

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On the journey back from Dongzi Mountain, the east had already shown a fish-belly white.

At 5:20 in the morning, everyone returned to Jiangcheng Criminal Investigation Team.

After the vehicles were stabilized, Li Jian suddenly felt restless.

Because even though this case now revealed four deceased, there are still three bodies yet to be found.

A serial murder case isn’t strange, but killing so many people at once—seven, and three still not found—this is tricky.

This is very rare, very tricky!