The Forensic Doctor Better Than a Detective

Director Lu, Director Hou, and Jiang An were sitting on the office sofa on the other end of the phone, each with a cup of green tea by their side, as the faint aroma lingered.

Upon hearing this news, Lu Shaohua’s brows immediately relaxed, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.

He nodded towards Director Hou and then spoke confidently into the receiver, ”Good, thank you for your hard work!”

”Make sure to stay safe on the way back. We are waiting for your return to unveil the truth behind this case together.”

After hanging up the phone, Wan gripped the steering wheel, his expression focused.

The police siren wasn’t on, but the car was moving much faster than usual.

Wan’s driving skills were adept, as the car sped smoothly, reducing the usual three-hour journey to a mere two hours.

At exactly ten o’clock in the evening, the police car slowly entered the courtyard of Dongcheng City’s criminal investigation squad.

Even though it was late at night, the squad building was still brightly lit, and through the windows, one could see shadows moving inside—the detectives were still busy with their cases, as night often only served as another work period for them.

As soon as the car stopped, Zhang Biao saw Director Lu, Director Hou, and Jiang An standing at the door waiting.

Lu Shaohua quickly stepped forward and shook Zhang Biao’s hand firmly, ”Thank you for your hard work.”

Zhang Biao straightened his back, as though unable to contain his excitement, and blurted out, ”Director Lu, Director Hou, I have a strong feeling—this case is really going to be solved!”

Upon hearing this, Director Lu’s lips curved into a teasing smile, ”Oh? Your intuition has always been this accurate?”

”Absolutely accurate!” Zhang Biao replied confidently, gesturing towards Li Tao being led into the building.

”Look, his height perfectly matches the range we profiled earlier.”

”Moreover, I paid particular attention, and indeed, there’s a slight pigeon-toed gait—although not obvious, the walking characteristic matches.”

As soon as the words ”pigeon-toed” were spoken, Director Lu, Director Hou, and Zhang Biao himself almost simultaneously turned their gaze to Jiang An standing nearby.

Jiang An was the one who had initially pointed out the killer should have a pigeon-toed walking trait, based on gait traces left at the crime scene.

This crucial detail was what excluded Li Mountain’s suspicion and redirected the investigation to a more characteristic suspect.

In a moment of silence, the air seemed to coagulate with a certain solemnity.

Finally, Director Lu nodded, his tone steady and forceful, ”Good, this walking trait is extremely vital and can be used as a significant breakthrough for our upcoming interrogation and evidence collection.”

The trio exchanged relieved smiles, the weight that had been pressing on their hearts seemed to lighten somewhat.

Only Jiang An remained with furrowed brows, his lips tightly pressed, his gaze persistently following the direction Li Tao was led into the building, never relaxing.

Zhang Biao walked over to him, raised his hand, and encouragingly patted him on the shoulder, ”Mr. Jiang, we’ve brought the person in, why still the stern face? It’s time to ease up a bit.”

Jiang An was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, his voice deep and clear, ”I’m not thinking about capturing him now, but the next step—having him is just the start; making him confess to what happened back then is the real challenge.”

Zhang Biao laughed heartily, ”Mr. Jiang! Don’t worry! I’ve been in the interrogation room thousands of times, and I know how to handle such young people.”

”As long as the evidence is solid and the strategy is sound, there’s no worry about him not confessing.”

Lu Shaohua and Director Hou exchanged glances, almost simultaneously speaking with the same tone of expectation and trust, ”Good, confidence is good.”

”Then we’ll eagerly look forward to it.”