The Forensic Doctor Better Than a Detective-Chapter 600 - 336: Every Case Must Rule Out Reasonable Doubt!
Meanwhile, the two elderly individuals held their grandson’s hand and slowly passed by the police station gate.
The old lady tightly gripped two coins, damp with sweat, as she walked toward the bus stop across the street.
She suddenly paused, turned to her husband beside her, and said, "Old man, do you think this trip today... will really give us a different answer?"
The old man, wearing reading glasses, raised the frame upon hearing the words, a trace of helplessness flashing behind the lenses.
"Who can say for sure about this?"
"Let’s just consider it one last attempt."
He sighed softly, gently patting his wife’s trembling shoulder.
"If there are indeed no new findings, we should lay it to rest."
"Back then, that case, Officer Li from the traffic squad—he was the student I taught before."
"Didn’t he repeatedly assure us that there were no problems with the handling?"
"It’s just that the hurdle in your heart hasn’t been crossed..."
Tears suddenly welled up in the old lady’s eyes, "But that was our own flesh and blood!"
"I always feel... feel that child’s departure wasn’t ordinary."
"Several times in my dreams, he told me he was harmed by someone..."
"Alas, you’re overthinking it."
The old man embraced his sobbing wife, holding tightly their little grandson with the other hand.
"Our top priority now is to raise Little Treasure properly as he grows up."
"You’ve seen how Qianqian hasn’t remarried all these years; we should look forward more..."
As he spoke, the elderly man’s phone rang with a familiar ringtone in his pocket.
He struggled to take the phone out, "Hello, Qianqian... Hey, we’re coming back now..."
"Okay, okay, start cooking first, we’ll be there soon."
After hanging up the phone, he softly comforted her, "Aren’t our days still good now? Why hold on to the past?"
At this moment, the broadcast at the bus stop announced, "Bus route 7 is about to arrive, passengers, please be ready."
.....
At the same time, in the director’s office on the third floor of the police station, Mr. Ma was comfortably leaning back in a leather seat, holding a steaming cup of Longjing tea.
The recent series of honors made him feel greatly gratified—whether it was the commendation for personal first-class merits or collective first-class merits.
Especially the "Most Beautiful Policeman" selection event that concluded yesterday, where he served as one of the judges.
He even heard firsthand the high praises from senior leaders about Jiangcheng’s police work.
Thinking about these, Mr. Ma unconsciously took another sip of tea.
What made him prouder was Jiang An’s remarkable performance, which had already attracted the city’s leaders’ keen attention.
Such an outstanding young officer hadn’t appeared in Jiangcheng’s police system for many years.
He put down the teacup, and his thoughts suddenly shifted: If Jiang An really gets promoted and leaves...
This notion gradually froze the smile on Mr. Ma’s face.
He couldn’t help but feel worried.
If such a rare talent were relocated, could the station find another who could take charge?
Talents like Jiang An are not casually cultivated.
Even in larger cities, he would be considered outstanding.
Mr. Ma stood up and walked to the window, gazing thoughtfully at the bustling streets below.
A long while later, he shook his head with a bitter smile.
It’s natural for people to strive for higher places; if that day indeed comes, as a leader, I should fully support it.
After all, everyone deserves to pursue better development.
While engrossed in his thoughts, a faint knock at the door suddenly sounded outside the office.
"Come in."
Mr. Ma snapped out of his reverie and adjusted his posture.
The door slowly opened, revealing the serious face of Jiang An, the head of the criminal investigation brigade.
He held a slightly worn case file, walking steadily into the room.
"Mr. Ma."
"Ah, Jiang An, how come you have time to visit me today?"
Mr. Ma smiled, noting the case file in Jiang An’s hands.
Jiang An walked up to the desk, his expression solemn, "Mr. Ma, there’s an important matter I need to report to you alone."
"Oh? Please sit."
Mr. Ma immediately put away his smile and gestured for him to sit.
Jiang An gently placed the case file on the desk and pushed it over, "Mr. Ma, please take a look at this case."
Mr. Ma took the case file, opened the front page, and slightly furrowed his brow.
"Hmm, this is the traffic accident case from three years ago."
"I remember the traffic squad conducted detailed scene investigations, the forensic doctor performed comprehensive autopsies, and thorough interviews were conducted, but nothing abnormal was found."
"However, the deceased’s family has always been..."
He paused, looking up at Jiang An, "Did the family come to you again today?"
"Yes, Mr. Ma."
Jiang An sat up straight, "The family specifically came to the station today and wanted to re-investigate this case."
Mr. Ma nodded thoughtfully.
"I have some impression of this case."
"The father of the deceased is a primary school teacher, seems quite rational, but his wife is relatively emotional."
He closed the case file and looked at Jiang An intently, "So, have you found any doubts?"
Jiang An took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering.
"Mr. Ma, initially, I also thought there was nothing wrong with this case."
"There are clear motorcycle marks at the scene, the body and motorcycle are there, and the evidence chain appears complete."
"But..."
He paused, opening the photo in the case file, "When I saw this photo, I suddenly noticed an anomaly."
"A photo?" Mr. Ma leaned in closer.
Jiang An pushed a photo from the autopsy toward Mr. Ma, "Mr. Ma, look at this area."
The photo displayed a close-up of the lower half of the deceased.
The pale skin appeared particularly glaring under the flash, with subcutaneous capillaries faintly visible.
