Novice Forensic Doctor

Chapter 415: 392 Chapter The Person Got Lost_1

The survey ended quickly, Mr. Zhao and Da Wang’er came out swiftly, looking at Zhou Ning and slightly shaking their heads.

"The room is not very tidy, there’s quite a bit of dust on the floor, there’s a crack in the kitchen window, no signs of struggle or tearing, long hair on the bathroom floor, the blanket on the bed in the bedroom is spread out, the electric blanket is on the low temperature setting and not turned off, there are bowls and dishes in the kitchen sink, it looks like a set of tableware, the last meal eaten was instant noodles and fried eggs. Are you going in to take a look?"

The two stepped aside, and Zhou Ning, Liu Yongxin, Cao Pingzhang, and Huang Youdao, wearing shoe covers, entered the scene. After observing the place, they found it just as Mr. Zhao had described: this wasn’t the primary scene, there were no signs of a struggle, and the basins in various places indicated normal living conditions.

However, it appeared that Fu Chunyu wasn’t exactly diligent; thick dust covered various ornaments in the living room, and a pair of clay dolls dressed in phoenix coronets and robes were even lying face down, their backs also covered in thick dust.

This arrangement seemed to indicate dissatisfaction with the marriage, or perhaps it was too hard to face her husband’s death.

It seemed like there used to be a photo hanging on the living room’s feature wall, as there was a 90*70 cm area where the wall’s color didn’t match the rest, while only a single wedding photo of Fu Chunyu was placed on the TV cabinet.

In the photo, Fu Chunyu wore a calm smile, with features typical of Huining locals—phoenix eyes, a melon seed-shaped face, not flamboyantly beautiful but elegant, reminiscent of a Jiangnan woman, quite slender with long limbs. Honestly, she didn’t look like someone who had worked as a shampoo girl; there wasn’t a trace of world-weariness about her.

Zhou Ning put down the photo and made a round in the kitchen, then turned and looked towards Mr. Huang’s team.

"This definitely isn’t the primary scene. I think we should start by sending samples like Fu Chunyu’s toothbrush and hair for testing. Once the DNA comparison is completed, we can confirm the identity of the deceased. Zhang Hongwei hasn’t returned yet, so where are we heading next to survey?"

In fact, there were only three places to consider. Since they had checked Fu Chunyu’s house, that left the homes of Yang Liang and Zhang Hongwei. But now, with Zhang Hongwei only able to arrive at noon, the choice was only one.

"Let’s go to Yang Liang’s house. He’s gone to the market, which gives us a good opportunity to bring someone from the village committee and take a look. He had a dispute with Yang Liang before, so he is also a suspect. I’ll have someone wait for him at the market to finish, and as soon as he does, bring him and the car back.

Mr. Cao, you go back to the city bureau and wait. When the car and people arrive, take the necessary samples. As for the scene, we’ll take a look. Additionally, once the survey here is complete, I’ll have someone search for the property deed."

Mr. Zhao waved his hand and pointed to the east-side bedroom, saying:

"No need to search. The property deed is right there in the drawer of the nightstand. I saw it just now. Fu Chunyu is listed as the owner on the deed, which was issued on August 10, 2012. According to what Zhang Hongwei said, they broke up at the end of August, so it looks like they split right after getting the deed."

Huang Youdao frowned, as Mr. Zhao, already bouncing with eagerness, took the property deed. Putting it directly into an evidence bag with his gloved hand, Huang Youdao didn’t look at it again through the transparent bag, but waved his hand and said:

"Alright, let’s set off."

Everyone left without more words, heading downstairs and away. Of course, Mr. Huang still greeted the older sister across the hall. As the police cars wailed away, the onlookers behind didn’t diminish. A few particularly curious ones directly approached room 302, knocked on the door, and asked the woman what the police were there for.

The woman got angry, pushed the old lady blocking the door away, and said sternly:

"Are you saying you have nothing better to do? Do you really need to stir up some trouble and make the property values in this community plummet? Don’t knock on my door for no reason."

With a loud bang, she closed the door.

...

"Bang!"

A muffled sound made Zhou Ning shrink his neck and look up at the wall Mr. Zhao had climbed over. In reality, its height was only two meters. Jumping down from there shouldn’t have caused such a loud noise.

"Mr. Zhao, are you alright?"

From inside the wall, there came a moan of pain, but soon the door opened, and Zhou Ning quickly stepped inside to see Mr. Zhao rubbing his backside, wanting to check on him but stopped by Mr. Zhao’s gesturing hand.

"Don’t worry, I didn’t fall to the ground. I just stepped on a spade when I jumped down, then the spade stood up and hit me. I’m not sure if this was done deliberately or not; the yard is too messy."

Seeing that Mr. Zhao was alright, Zhou Ning finally relaxed.

Looking around, indeed, too many things were placed along the wall near the main gate of the yard: broken bricks, tiles, a broom, a wooden flatbed cart, a spade, a hammer, a sieve, and even a few bags of sand and cement, with a rubber bucket beside them.

Such items were commonly used by bricklayers, especially since these rubber buckets are not easily broken, convenient for holding mortar and easy to clean without leaving residue. In the Ludong Peninsula region, these are quite common.

Looking towards the north side, the ground in front of the main house was old and paved, while only from the east side wing to the southeast corner toilet in the yard about twenty square meters was paved, covered with a straw mat, probably to avoid stepping in mud on rainy days when going to the toilet, considering there was no roof enclosure or rain shelter in the yard.

Seeing this puzzled Zhou Ning. The family’s son had passed just about half a year ago, and he had almost gone to court with the daughter-in-law. It wouldn’t make sense for them to have the heart to work on these things.

Zhou Ning walked to the center of the yard. The unhardened part of the ground had been carefully cleared, but no crops were planted.

Mr. Zhao and the others followed, with Mr. Zhao rubbing his backside and joining Zhou Ning.

"What are you looking at?"

"Do you think there’s anything special about this yard?"

Mr. Zhao and Da Wang’er grouped around, with Liu Yongxin and the others stepping forward after hearing Zhou Ning’s words, all of them shaking their heads after a look-around. Liu Yongxin looked around for a while.

"The yard is tidied up, but the entrance is quite messy."

Mr. Zhao was dismissive, still hissing from the pain.

"Hiss, aren’t rural yards always like this? Although there are many campaigns for rural transformation, most are focused on drainage, dry toilets, streets’ reconstruction, and planning. The courtyards of individual homes, these can’t be uniformly planned, especially since not every household is well-off."

Zhou Ning shook his head. He had a bad premonition, fearing that there wouldn’t be any discoveries here either. However, he subconsciously took another look at the hardened road surface. It seemed to have just been completed, and the concrete on the ground had been covered with straw mats and sprinkled with water for curing purposes.

"The only son in the family died, and they still had the mood to renovate the yard? Didn’t the daughter-in-law ask him to sign over the rights to the house?"

Mr. Huang came over and glanced at the ground. He didn’t seem surprised.

"It looks like it’s for convenience when going to the toilet. I guess he must’ve fallen before. My dad also got someone to fix the entrance to the toilet this year. It used to be tiled, but now all the tiles have been removed. It’s too slippery in winter; he had a fall before."

Zhou Ning did not speak again. Since they all thought so, there was nothing good to argue about. The most important thing was the inspection.

"Let’s divide the tasks. Mr. Zhao, take Zou Jialong to the main house. Mr. Wang, take Pang Tianhang to the east and west wing rooms and the toilet. Examine all the locations carefully, especially the places with knives. Spray Luminol reagent everywhere for a detailed inspection."

"Received!"

At the response, several people quickly dispersed to their assigned tasks, and Huang Youdao dragged the village committee members to one side. The committee member sighed.

"Actually, Mr. Yang’s situation is quite tragic too. His wife was diagnosed with breast cancer five years ago. It was already late-stage when they discovered it. She lived for fewer than three months after and spent quite a bit of money. She never woke up. He worked hard to save money and managed to have enough to find his son a wife.

We all thought he could finally enjoy some peace for a couple of days, but who could have imagined, his son then had a traffic accident. The other party was driving a tractor. The driver was a mute and didn’t have much money. In the end, I think he compensated more than 20,000, but not a cent reached him. His daughter-in-law was even demanding the property rights to the house."

"Was Yang Liang’s temper good?"

The village head shook his head. freēwebnovel.com

"Who could have a good temper after issues like these? Normally, Mr. Yang was a good person; he would proactively help out with anything in the village. But ever since his wife got sick and died, and his son got into trouble, his temper has gotten worse day by day. Just the other day, some people came to measure the land. Mr. Yang chased them away."

Huang Youdao had been making small talk, but when he heard that, he quickly turned and asked:

"When did this happen?"

The village head thought for a moment, then turned to look at the clerk who had come with him. After a brief exchange, he looked at Huang Youdao and said:

"I remember it was a Monday, October 22nd. People from the Land Bureau came with surveyors as if they were going to expand this industrial park or develop a commercial area; I wasn’t entirely clear. The surveying has happened quite a few times before, but who knows if it was reliable this time.

They first visited the east end of the village that morning. Mr. Yang’s home was the first they entered, but he drove them out, saying that the yard was going to be cemented and that the concrete was already mixed. They should go to someone else’s home first. The surveyors weren’t too happy about it, and Mr. Yang argued with them a few times.

The clerk followed them, and quickly led the surveyors away. Eventually, they surveyed his house the next day. Some wooden boards were laid on the freshly done cement floor; it looked like it was finished on the 21st but hadn’t set yet, probably because they were afraid of leaving marks."

Recalling the slight silicosis changes in the deceased’s lungs, Zhou Ning took a step back and looked at the village head, asking:

"Have you seen Fu Chunyu? Does she work nearby?"

The village head nodded.

"I’ve seen her a few times. This daughter-in-law is a shrewd girl. She speaks Mandarin very well, also quite eloquent. When those two were about to get married, knowing she was from Huining and had no relatives around here, I had my son introduce her to a job. It’s not far, in the industrial park, at a glass lampshade factory. She was working as a warehouse manager there, but I’m not sure about now."

Zhou Ning realized; it all matched up. The degree of silicosis wasn’t severe, which meant she hadn’t been working at that factory for a long time. But even a warehouse manager was affected like this, indicating there might be many people with silicosis in the vicinity. However, that’s an environmental issue and not his responsibility.

"How tall is Yang Liang?"

The village head thought for a while, then gestured towards his own shoulder.

"He’s about a head shorter than me. I think he’s in the high one-sixties, not reaching one seventy. Key is, he is thin and hunchbacked, so he seems even shorter."

This result was a direct verification. Meanwhile, Huang Youdao’s phone rang, and he walked over to them and directly answered on speaker.

"Hello, Old Wu, what’s happened?"

"Leader, I’m at the market in Anjia Village. Just three minutes ago, at 11:12, someone settled Yang Liang’s vegetable delivery; he delivered it to a restaurant, and then we lost him."

Huang Youdao exploded, his eyes going round with anger.

"Wu Chunming, can you do anything right? Spread out and start looking for him right away."

Zhou Ning motioned to Mr. Qu, who quickly approached. He knew what was asked of him. Opening the notebook and squatting on the ground, he began to directly access the traffic police system. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"What’s the restaurant called? Roughly where did he disappear? What color clothes was he wearing? What color is the vehicle?"

Huang Youdao hastily held the phone up to Mr. Qu, repeating his questions.

Upon hearing this, Wu Chunming hurriedly said:

"Yang Liang was wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket with four white characters ’Lailei Lighting’ on the back. The vehicle is green, no brand. The restaurant he delivered vegetables to is called Limin Barbecue. He went in through the front junction, but we noticed he left through a back road. I don’t know the name of that street."

Huang Youdao glanced at Mr. Qu’s actions and quickly shouted into the phone:

"Don’t hang up the phone, wait!"