The Forensic Doctor Better Than a Detective

Wan immediately asked, ”Which hotel exactly?”

”What is the room number? Who booked it? What is the ID number?”

”It’s... Yulu Hotel on Zuowa Street... I don’t remember the room number... It was registered with my ID card...”

Wan and Qin Feng quickly noted down the key information and exchanged a glance.

Even though they had new leads, they did not fully trust Wu Guang’s explanation.

Conducting an investigation is never just about listening to confessions; evidence and verification are much more important.

Wan said sternly, ”I remind you that every word you say now will be used as evidence in court. Whether you admit or deny it, at present you are still the biggest suspect in this case!”

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the interrogation room door. Both turned their heads to see Jiang An entering.

”Mr. Jiang!”

”Mr. Jiang!”

Wan and Qin Feng almost simultaneously stood up to greet him. Jiang An’s arrival undoubtedly brought a new variable to this intense interrogation.

Jiang An gestured for Wan and Qin Feng to continue the interrogation, while he stepped aside, arms crossed, watching Wu Guang with sharp eyes.

The suspect before them was unusually thin, and though he was about 1.75 meters tall, he probably weighed less than 90 pounds.

His head was lowered, shoulders slightly hunched, and he curled up in the interrogation chair, looking particularly nervous and weak.

Wan couldn’t help but wonder: Could such a seemingly frail person really be the culprit behind that horrific family murder case?

One of the deceased in the case was a middle-aged man who had been engaged in physical labor for years. Although older, he was still quite robust.

Photos from the crime scene clearly showed his tense muscles and wide bone structure—despite parts of the body being charred, his strength during life was still evident. Such a physique wouldn’t easily be overpowered in a fight to the death.

As a detective with a background in forensics, Jiang An placed particular importance on comparing the physical abilities and strength between suspects and victims when analyzing cases.

He knew well that in extreme situations, a person’s instinctive reactions and explosiveness often determine life or death outcomes, inevitably leaving traces.

But this Wu Guang before him was simply too frail.

His wrists were thin, ribcage prominent, shoulders and back narrow, even his neck looked vulnerable.

The forensic report clearly stated that there were over twenty stab wounds on the victim’s chest, densely packed and delivered quickly, all inflicted in a very short time.

Such a method of committing the crime not only required the perpetrator to be ruthless but also to have a certain level of explosive power and control—especially in the face of the victim’s fierce resistance.

Logically, the perpetrator should also have some marks from the fight, such as scratches, bruises, or even defense-related stab wounds.

Can this Wu Guang in front of them... really do it?

Jiang An quietly observed him, furrowing his brow deeper and deeper.

After a while, he suddenly spoke, with a voice low yet extremely pressurizing, ”Wu Guang, please take off your clothes.”

Wan and Qin Feng both froze, exchanged glances, a bit puzzled.

But, trusting their captain, neither questioned further.

Wan then turned to Wu Guang, urging sternly, ”Did you hear? Take them all off, quickly!”

Wu Guang seemed a bit flustered by this sudden command, and timidly replied, ”Okay... okay, I’ll take them off, I’ll take them off.”

With trembling hands, he took off his shirt and pants one by one, eventually leaving only his underwear, making him appear even more gaunt.

Jiang An stepped forward, his gaze as steady as a scalpel, examining his chest, abdomen, limbs, and back, not even missing fingers, ankles, and joints.

He paid particular attention to any fresh wounds, bruises, or struggle marks.

However, Wu Guang’s body, aside from being overly thin, was virtually ”clean.”

No scratches, no knife marks, and no combat-related marks.

At this moment, Jiang An was more certain of his judgment.

This person probably isn’t the real culprit.