The Forensic Doctor Better Than a Detective-Chapter 551 - 311: We Have Faith in Mr. Jiang!

There are obvious battle wounds on both palms and wrist areas.

Suddenly, the stab wound on Zhao Jian’s left chest attracted Jiang An’s attention.

"Why would there be a stab wound in that location?"

"Too isolated!"

"Moreover, the direction of that wound doesn’t match the others, as if it occurred amid chaos."

After studying the distribution of injuries on the man’s body for a long time, a possibility suddenly flashed in Jiang An’s mind.

"Is it possible that the killer’s target wasn’t the females but the male?"

Seeing Jiang An deep in thought, Zhang Yean suddenly walked over and patted his shoulder, "Junior brother, what are you thinking?"

Jiang An smiled, "I’m thinking if there’s a third possibility."

"Third possibility?"

"What third possibility?"

"Is it possible that the killer’s target was the man, but an accident occurred while dealing with the corpses, leading to the man’s death from a stab wound to the heart."

"Then, the female bodies became their main focus."

Hearing this logical sequence, Wan and Zhang Yean were both completely stunned.

"Can such a logical sequence work?"

Wan grinned, "Mr. Jiang, your mind is really open!"

"We never thought about it this way before."

Zhang Yean turned to look at Jiang An and realized he wasn’t joking.

"I think we can’t rule out this possibility either."

"After all, we did a lot of work earlier but never found the killer."

Then, Jiang An checked the body again, observing carefully for thirty minutes.

At midnight, the three left the Jiangcheng City Funeral Home.

However, when exiting the funeral home, Jiang An felt rather heavy-hearted.

Although he made significant progress this time, he still felt it was rather complicated.

If the killer’s goal was to obtain something special, why did the man have to die first?

Was the death of this male victim truly accidental and premature?

Why did the killer choose to annihilate the family?

What role does the child play in this case?

....

After returning to Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau from the funeral home, Jiang An didn’t go home but went back to his office.

Standing by the office window, he drank two sips of tea.

At this moment, he felt wide awake, and his mind was filled with all the information about the case.

Why did the killer’s damage vary in extent?

Why did the timing choose differ?

Why were the victims’ time of death different?

Why was the killer’s intent to torture before killing?

....

Suddenly, in his mind, he recalled Mr. Zhang Chao talking about the possibility of revenge.

Yet now, following this inference, the possibility of revenge seemed minimal.

After contemplating by the window for a while, Jiang An turned back inside his office.

The case files were still spread on the coffee table; he walked over, sat down, and continued browsing the materials.

He kept reading until he was tired and fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was already the next day at half-past eight in the morning.

The "knock knock" of the door came.

Secretary department’s Zhang walked over and said, "Mr. Jiang, this morning the city bureau is having a mid-level cadre meeting, please attend."

"Okay, I’ll wash my face and head over."

Zhang noticed Jiang An’s exhausted look and said, "Mr. Jiang, make sure to take care of your health, solving cases is important, but your health is crucial too."

Jiang An smiled, "Thank you for your concern, I’ll pay attention."

Quickly, he washed his face and took his notebook and went to the meeting.

Meanwhile, in the criminal investigation team’s large office, Zhang Yean and Wan had already arrived.

The two were yawning endlessly, and others in the office couldn’t help but whisper.

"Wow, that tacit understanding is like twins!"

While organizing case files, Mr. Zhou raised his head from the pile of documents, eyes behind his glasses flashed with slyness.

"Don’t tell me last night was..."

Before the voice faded, a few meaningful laughs arose.

Zhang Yean grabbed a stack of materials from her desk and threw it precisely onto Mr. Zhou’s desk, the collision of plastic folder and metal desktop produced a crisp sound.

"You guys, what kind of dirty stuff do you have in your heads!"

Zhang Yean’s ponytail swayed softly with her actions, "Last night we accomplished something big!"

"What big thing can a mix of male and female accomplish?"

In the corner came young officer Wang’s teasing, yet got a warning glance from Zhang Yean making him shrink his neck.

"We followed Mr. Jiang to Jiangcheng City Funeral Home."

Wan deliberately lowered his voice, successfully making the noisy office instantly quiet down.

"Visiting the funeral home at night?"

Technician Li almost spilled his coffee cup.

"Aren’t you afraid..."

"Afraid of what?"

Zhang Yean crossed her arms over her chest, police uniform shoulder emblems shining cold and hard under the lights.

"We were there for fairness and justice, not doing guilty deeds!"

Her voice was filled with undeniable determination, yet when mentioning "funeral home," her eyelashes subtly trembled.

Wan continued, deliberately slowing down his speech, "The real excitement was afterward—we entered the freezer."

He paused, eyes swept over colleagues’ increasingly serious expressions.

"Metal surfaces on the freezer were covered in tiny droplets, reflecting eerie glows under the pale light."

"The cabinet door isn’t transparent, but through metal, you can still feel..."

He suddenly fell silent, Adam’s apple moved slightly, "Those sleeping souls."

The office suddenly chilled, unknown who gasped.

Zhang instinctively rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, "You guys have tastes more intense than snail powder!"

"No way!"

Data clerk Chen suddenly peeked out from behind the computer screen, "I remember last night at eight, weren’t you checking in at the Sichuan hot pot restaurant?"

"Feasted first, then night-visited ’Ghost Gate Pass.’"

Zhang Yean shrugged her shoulders, a wry smile on her lips. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Just the daily routine of criminals."

Mr. Zhou adjusted his glasses, his expression turned stern.

"Recently, haven’t heard about new autopsy tasks, what did you go to the funeral home for?"

"Look at the mummified corpses from 20 years ago."

Wan’s words were like a heavy bomb, instantly exploding the entire scene.

Everyone spontaneously gathered around, even Mr. Li, who had been napping in the corner, joined in.

Wan enjoyed the focus of the crowd, straightened his back standing in the center.

"It was the family of three annihilation case."

This sentence was like a hammer, shattering the brief chatter in the office.

Air seemed to freeze, only hearing the low roar of the air conditioner unit outside the window.

Senior officer Zhao sighed, rough hands rubbed his chin, "That case is tough, three teams have tried without breakthrough, no complete fingerprints left at the scene..."

"Therefore, we’re planning to restart the investigation."

Wan patted his chest, police badge swaying slightly on his chest.

"This time, we want to gnaw through this tough bone!"

"Wishful thinking!" Technician Li sneered, "The case files stack taller than a person, what do you rely on?"

Zhang Yean and Wan exchanged glances, a mutual understanding flashed in their eyes.

"We’re indeed lacking," Wan smiled and spread his hands, "But Mr. Jiang..."

He deliberately elongated the tone, "Don’t forget last year’s serial murder case, wasn’t it Mr. Jiang who spotted the detail of the killer’s left-handed writing, breaking the case quickly?"

Officer Zhao remained silent for a long time, fingertips unconsciously tapped the table, "Jiang An is truly a good hand, but this case..."

He was hesitant, shadows carved alternating lines on his face.

Wan stepped forward and heavily patted officer Zhao on the shoulder, "Old buddy, how can you know without trying? Mr. Jiang already found new clues!"

His voice carried an uncontrollable excitement, as if he could already see the dawn of the case being solved.

The atmosphere in the office subtly shifted, some started gearing up, while most still frowned with skepticism.

But undeniably, the long-dormant passion was rekindling in the chests of these criminal investigators.