The Forensic Doctor Better Than a Detective-Chapter 569 - 321: Very Special! Target Location Found (Part 2)
Li Jian nodded slightly, "He said to find what the killer wants."
"What the killer wants is in the grave?"
Zhang Chao shook his head in disbelief.
"That’s too bizarre."
"I also find it unbelievable!"
Li Jian stood up and walked to the window, looking at the busy officers below.
"Jiang An, as the new leader, having initiative is a good thing."
"But isn’t this time a bit too rash? What if it provokes a protest from the villagers..."
Then, Zhang Chao said, "Mr. Li, I think we need to report this to Mr. Ma and make some arrangements in advance."
Li Jian turned around, his eyes resolute, "You’re right."
"Let’s go, we’ll see Mr. Ma now."
Immediately, the two of them walked quickly toward the director’s office, their urgent footsteps echoing in the corridor.
Meanwhile, Jiang An and his group of three followed the deceased Zhao Jian’s cousin to the foot of a mountain.
The early summer mountain forest was lush and green, the cicadas buzzing intermittently.
The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead and pointed ahead, "This mountain may not be high, but around here it’s considered a great place with good feng shui."
"Generations have paid attention to ’backing a mountain and facing water’, so people in the village mostly choose this hillside for burials."
"Each family has chosen their own burial plots, scattered all over."
"Come, I’ll take you to see them one by one."
Walking up the mountain on the soft soil, the group was panting heavily.
After 20 minutes, the middle-aged man stopped in front of a small mound overgrown with wild grass.
"Officers, this is Zhao Jian’s grandfather’s grave, and the smaller one next to it is his grandmother’s."
Jiang An crouched down for a closer look and found the grave to be low and simple, with weeds growing all over, and some wild shrubs deeply rooted in the soil.
The soil around the mound was compacted and cracked, obviously unattended for years and showing no signs of disturbance. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
He gently shook his head, "This probably isn’t what we’re looking for, let’s move on to the next."
Then, under the guidance of the middle-aged man, the three of them continued upwards.
In this way, they inspected in order of closeness the graves of grandparents, uncles, etc., under the scorching sun.
However, each grave appeared to be in a state of disrepair, without signs of recent disturbance.
At this point, the guide, sweating profusely, pointed ahead, "There’s only one left, Zhao Jian’s mother’s grave."
"His biological mother?"
Wan frowned in confusion, "But didn’t we look at his father’s parents earlier?"
"Ah, that’s different."
The man waved his hand, wiping the sweat from his face with his sleeve.
"Zhao Jian was adopted when he was young, only finding out about his biological mother later in life."
"The two graves below are those of his adoptive parents."
Suddenly, Jiang An’s eyes brightened.
"Let’s go, check this one out."
Then, the four climbed nearly a kilometer of rugged mountain road with difficulty.
When they turned past a thick bush, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped, staring ahead. "We’re almost there!"
Looking up, Jiang An saw that the grave a short distance away was quite different.
This grave had clearly been meticulously repaired, with a neat blue brick fence enclosing the mound.
A polished stone tablet stood before the grave, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Approaching, Wan couldn’t help but exclaim.
"This one even has a tablet and such an imposing fence."
Jiang An frowned, his sharp gaze scanning every detail of the grave.
After staring for over twenty seconds, he said in a deep voice, "This is the one."
"This one?"
The middle-aged man’s eyes widened in surprise, "What’s so special about this grave?"
"Special?"
Jiang An pointed to the brick fence, "It’s completely different from the others."
The middle-aged man nodded, "Indeed!"
"I helped with the construction of that fence."
"You participated as well?" Jiang An’s voice suddenly rose.
"Yes!"
"When was it renovated?"
"Two or three months before their family was harmed."
The man remembered, "Zhao Jian had just returned from working out of town and one day asked me for a drink."
"He said that although he was always filial to his adoptive parents, he felt he owed his biological ones."
"Now that his biological mother had passed, he wanted to renovate the grave as a show of respect."
Upon hearing this, Jiang An’s pupils contracted sharply.
"Two or three months before the incident? What month exactly?"
The middle-aged man pondered, touching his chin, "I can’t recall the exact date."
"Probably January."
"It was very cold then, and we were worried that the cement would freeze, so we let it set for a few extra days to finish the work."
Hearing this timeline, Jiang An and Zhang Yean exchanged a glance, seeing shock in each other’s eyes.
Last night, they discussed the case and particularly noted that the bank robbery case occurred in the previous December.
At this moment, the mountain breeze rustled the surrounding tree leaves.
After a long pause, Jiang An made up his mind, "Let’s dig this one."
"Can we find an excavator near the village?"
"In this wilderness, an excavator can’t get up here."
The man shook his head with difficulty, "Back then, we carried the materials in on our shoulders."
Jiang An looked around, now standing near the summit.
He took a deep breath, "Then we’ll use the most primitive method—manual digging."
At this moment, in the office of Deputy Director Mr. Ma at the city public security bureau.
Li Jian and Zhang Chao knocked on the door and went inside.
"Mr. Ma!"
"Hey, why are you two here together today?"
"Is there something important to report?"
Mr. Ma looked up, somewhat surprised, holding a pen as he reviewed documents.
"Mr. Ma, we indeed have something we must report to you in person."
"Oh? What is it?"
"It’s about Jiang An..."
"Jiang An?"
"What, has that young man solved a case again?"
As he spoke, Mr. Ma’s mouth twitched, showing a look of delight on his face.
He was very familiar with Jiang An and greatly appreciated him.
"Mr. Ma, he is indeed solving a case this time."
"However, the way he is going about solving it is concerning to us."
"Concerning?"
"Having innovative thinking among the youth is normal, don’t worry too much."
"As the saying goes, ’Heroes are not determined by origins; success lies in the unconventional path.’"
Just as he finished speaking, Captain Li Jian said solemnly, "Mr. Ma, I’m talking about that old case from years ago—an annihilation case."
"Jiang An found me this morning, saying he’s planning to open a coffin to search for clues."
"Open a coffin?"
"Open the coffin?"
Instantly, Mr. Ma’s pen fell onto the table.
He raised his head, looking bewildered, "Weren’t the three bodies at the Southeast Funeral Home?"
"Why do they need to open a coffin?"
"Mr. Ma, their purpose for opening the coffin is not autopsy, but to search for clues."
"Clues?"
Mr. Ma looked at Li Jian with incomprehension,
"What kind of clues need to be placed in a coffin?"
Li Jian said softly, "Jiang An believes that the killer never took what they wanted."
"And that thing is likely hidden in the most secret place."
"The most secret place?"
"Could it be in the coffin?"
Li Jian nodded, "This is the view Jiang An proposed this morning."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Ma fell into deep thought.
He leaned back, eyes closing slightly, and pressed his temples with his hand.
After a long pause, he said, "This case has remained unsolved for years, lingering as a sticking point for us."
"If he wants to try, let him try."
"However, opening a coffin and digging graves is a significant matter!"
"We must think ahead about strategies to prevent any intense reactions from the family or online public opinion from escalating."
Li Jian and Zhang Chao both nodded repeatedly, "Exactly!"
"This is why we came specifically to report!"
After pondering for a moment, Mr. Ma said, "No worries!"
"I’ll immediately contact Jiangcheng’s Special Police Anti-riot Team to guard the whole process, preventing any improper behavior from the family or online public manipulation."
