National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 1235 - 1163 Handover

Wang Guanshui and his cousin ultimately chose to surrender.

In terms of safety, the helicopter never landed, with snipers aboard ready to earn second-class merit for their actions.

What appeared to Wang Guanshui as an insurmountable rock face was easily scaled by a soldier who enjoyed climbing after winning a game of rock-paper-scissors. Equipped with rock spikes, hammers, nuts, and ropes, he climbed with the full camera crew filming, surrounded by admiration from all, before throwing down a rope to pull up a whole team of criminal policemen for the final arrest maneuver.

This maneuver was formally discussed by the temporary on-site command center, and designated personnel completed it according to the specified procedures.

Wang Guanshui and his cousin were placed separately, stripped completely of their clothes, with firearms confiscated by assigned personnel.

Jiang Yuan drank tea the whole time, assigning only the task of conducting a body search of the prisoners to his junior disciple, Miao Ruixiang.

In Ningtai, forensic doctor work was mostly done by Miao Ruixiang, while Jiang Yuan occasionally assessed him and incidentally taught him some techniques. Otherwise, if Wu Jun really took Miao Ruixiang all the way out, Jiang Yuan would inevitably have to go back and clean up the mess for him.

Miao Ruixiang was as happy as a young graduate who had found a great master, thus becoming a disciple of a top national forensic doctor. He carefully examined Wang Guanshui and his cousin, finally having them spread their buttocks and open their mouths to ensure there was nothing hidden in their rectum or under their tongue, then cheerfully reported: "Report, the examination is complete, no issues."

Jiang Yuan nodded, having watched Miao Ruixiang operate, though there was room for discussion in the sequence, the conclusion was appropriate.

Liu Jinghui also observed the two naked men seriously, then whispered, "I want to conduct an on-site interrogation of these two people."

"At this level of drug kingpins, they might not speak," Huang Qiangmin said, but turned to Yuan Bomian, adding, "Liu has no other intentions; he’s a famous deduction master in our provincial office, mainly interested in the case itself."

"No problem, Captain Jiang’s men, take whatever you want," Yuan Bomian turned to Dai Mingsheng, openly stating: "Criminal Police Brigade won’t do."

The case at the investigation stage was basically over. Dai Mingsheng’s use of drug squad funds and Jiang Yuan’s clock’s malicious intent were well-known. Yuan Bomian had no good feelings for Dai Mingsheng, nor did he need them anymore; he’s now acquainted with Jiang Yuan, deciding he could add to the clock himself, without needing to go through Dai Mingsheng or coordinate with the Criminal Police Brigade with such hassle.

Liu Jinghui wasn’t concerned with the opinions of others; he was now focused on the case’s review.

This case, compared to Jiang Yuan’s usual cases, had more emphasis on reasoning, and the investigation process was full of twists and turns, piquing Liu Jinghui’s interest.

Of course, having been in the provincial office for so long, Liu Jinghui still paid attention to the leaders’ perspectives, specifically explaining: "I think the younger one, Wang Guanshui’s cousin, might be a breakthrough. He should have been recruited by Wang Guanshui, so his psychological defenses haven’t formed as strongly."

The growth of a drug lord is full of selection. In most cases, it’s not because someone did something right to become a drug lord; they survived the polishing by police, society, and the underworld, becoming drug lords.

Of course, drug manufacturing factories have some thresholds: those involved have some knowledge reserves, someone to lead them into the business, and have gone through rounds of selection while being careful not to kill themselves.

Many addicts who transition to manufacturing drugs easily encounter problems like overdosing. Especially lower-level addicts, they’ve never encountered such pure goods even in dreams; testing them a little here and there, one wrong step, and they’re done.

Even if they survive, absorbing drugs while making them daily, they may be muddled and even if not caught by police, still meet their end.

Using connections makes it less difficult; like Wang Guanshui’s cousin, he was involved fairly early on, yet that was after Wang Guanshui’s initial stages were over and his drug lord career was on track. This period was indeed tough and dangerous, but the initial selection process was the hardest part.

Without experiencing storms, how can one realize the value of a rainbow?

Liu Jinghui casually walked to Wang Guanshui’s cousin, first gazing at him with highly aggressive eyes.

The cousin immediately came down with allergies, shifting uneasily.

"Stop shaking, it’s not big, easy to chafe the skin," Liu Jinghui alerted him, breaking the ice for this conversation.

The cousin tightened his arms, his wrists bleeding, then defiantly declared: "You are coercing a confession, insulting a suspect."

"You’re fully armed, carrying rifles, pistols, and grenades; if we don’t strip you naked, who knows if there’s a grenade hidden in your crotch." Liu Jinghui reasoned, adding: "Besides, you undressed yourselves. It wasn’t the police doing it."

"You told us to undress, if not, you’d shoot," the cousin sharply argued.

"I’ll admit that, and stated the reasons," Liu Jinghui looked down at the cousin, then smiled, saying: "Want pants?"

The cousin was prepared for resistance, but Liu Jinghui’s question took him aback.

For other things, the cousin, with a life of no regrets, didn’t care, but having a pair of pants might make death more dignified?

"Yes," the cousin replied.

"Give him a pair of underpants," Liu Jinghui ordered.

"I want a policewoman to dress me," the cousin specified.

Liu Jinghui laughed, turning to say: "Old Wu, get two strong people to help."

Wu Junhao, longing for an opportunity to show off, responded loudly with "Okay," personally bringing over two burly men with elbows bigger than their heads and shinier skulls than their faces.

Wu Junhao asked for a pair of disposable diapers, then gently smiled at the cousin, commanding: "Come, hold your legs."

The two sturdy men smiled wickedly; regardless of the cousin’s protests, each reached a hand to hold his back and another to grasp his calves, pulling them just enough to split into an almost shoulder-width position.

They trained at the gym every day; their distance judgment was impeccable.

Unfortunately, no one appreciated it.

The cousin was terrified, trembling with his calves stretched straight.

Wu Junhao gently slipped the diaper over his ankles, then said: "Close a bit."

The two men adjusted the cousin’s thighs until they were about a quarter of shoulder-width apart and assured by visual measurement.

Wu Junhao pulled the diaper up along his legs to the roots, then said: "Close."

The legs closed together.

Wu Junhao fastened the diaper’s ties carefully, then conscientiously said: "Move around a bit."

"One, two, three, four," the two men naturally counted, opening and closing the cousin’s hairy legs four times.

Wu Junhao nodded, looking at Liu Jinghui, saying: "Done."

"Thank you," Liu Jinghui smiled at the cousin, stating: "Mr. Tang, your underpants are on; I’ll ask you a few questions, just answer them truthfully. What’s the route for your drug deliveries?"

The cousin’s eyes were filled with hatred, gritting his teeth and staying silent.

"People should have some contract spirit," Liu Jinghui said: "You asked for pants, I gave you pants; now when I ask questions, you refuse to answer. If you behave like this, you can return the pants to me, Old Wu..."

"Here!" Wu Junhao knew what was needed and his response was exceedingly authoritative.

"Wait!" The cousin, hearing the powerful voice, quickly said: "You can’t do this..."

"Drug route!" Liu Jinghui continued, pointing forward: "Wang Guanshui has already been taken away; if you don’t speak now, once he’s in the interrogation room, he’ll definitely talk. This is his only possible way to survive, and the same applies to you."

The cousin retorted, knowing he was being deceived: "We’ve sold so much dope, there’s no way we’ll live."

"How do you know without trying?" Liu Jinghui smiled.

Gladiators would fight each other fiercely for a non-existent slim chance; human survival instincts are endless.

The cousin tightened his diaper for a while, then said: "Whenever we shipped drugs, we hired mules. When the mule delivered it to the designated location, we gave them a lump sum."

"How was the designated location determined," Liu Jinghui asked.

The cousin: "Two people specifically checked locations; once decided, they reported to Wang Guanshui. If he approved, then no one else knew the location."

Liu Jinghui shot Jiang Yuan a glance; two people responsible for choosing a location was something they hadn’t anticipated previously.

Generally, drug factories simplify personnel as much as possible, since more members sharing knowledge means less profit.

However, the basic principle remained unchanged.

Liu Jinghui breathed a silent sigh of relief, thinking: From now on, I still need more involvement, otherwise if more mistakes happen, the case will be harder to solve.