Forensic Doctor 2003: I Became a Legend on the Front Lines of Criminal Investigation

Soon, Jiang Chen led Zhang Yan into the office next door.

The door creaked open, and the two walked in side by side.

Wang Hui suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Is it just the two of you?"

Wang Hui's gaze swept back and forth between Jiang Chen and Zhang Yan.

"This case is no joke."

"It was the captain who sent the two of us to take charge of this interrogation."

"team leader?"

Wang Hui was completely stunned, his brows furrowed tightly, and his surprise was almost overflowing.

He knew these two people very well—one was Zhang Yan, a young policewoman who had just been transferred from the security team and had little experience in handling cases;

Another is Jiang Chen, a forensic doctor who has been employed for less than half a year and has never even been exposed to the basic interrogation process.

This is hardly the setup for an interrogation.

This is an arrangement that has never been heard of before.

Wang Hui's mind raced, and he instantly understood the crux of the matter. He turned his head to look at Qin Yu, who was handcuffed to the iron chair, his gaze complex.

On the surface, this case is about investigating suspects.

With such a perfunctory setup, anyone could see that Captain Li probably didn't take this case seriously at all.

This is just a formality, perhaps deliberately designed to prevent Jiang Chen's team from showing too much enthusiasm for solving the case and overshadowing the other departments.

After a few seconds of silence, Wang Hui stood up and said, "Alright! The case is yours to handle."

"However! We must abide by the rules and enforce the law in a civilized manner throughout the entire process, and there can be no mistakes whatsoever."

"clear."

Jiang Chen nodded slightly, his tone calm and even, as if he was already used to this kind of arrangement.

Qin Yu, on the other hand, seemed to have heard a joke. He first looked Jiang Chen and Zhang Yan up and down, and then a contemptuous sneer appeared on his lips.

He'd seen too many interrogation scenes in Hong Kong films, all featuring seasoned veteran detectives, most of whom had gray hair.

"Where have you ever seen such a young and inexperienced group?"

"You two, are you new here?"

Qin Yu's tone was clearly disdainful, his fingers casually tapping the table. "You think you're qualified to interrogate me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan's shoulders stiffened slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.

This was her first time participating in a formal interrogation, and she was already feeling apprehensive facing such an arrogant suspect.

At this moment, he panicked even more and subconsciously turned to look at Jiang Chen beside him.

Jiang Chen remained seated as still as a mountain, his back ramrod straight. He looked up at Qin Yu, his tone deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority: "Now we will question you in accordance with legal procedures."

You only need to answer the questions truthfully. If you deliberately conceal or fabricate facts, we can take further action against you for obstructing justice.

"Don't give me that!" Qin Yu rolled his eyes, leaned back in his chair impatiently, and even deliberately glanced at the non-existent watch on his wrist.

"My factory pays by piecework. If I spend half a day here, who will compensate me if my wages are deducted? Ask me what you need to say quickly, don't waste my time!"

As he finished speaking, he deliberately raised an eyebrow, his contempt deepening.

It was as if the two people in front of him were just two ignorant young boys.

Jiang Chen ignored her provocation, his gaze sharp as an eagle, and slowly asked, "I'm asking you, did you drop out of school in the third grade?"

Qin Yu's playful expression froze instantly. He abruptly looked up at Jiang Chen, his eyes filled with astonishment.

She had been asked countless questions in her life, from trivial matters at work to gossip from neighbors, but she never imagined that the police would ask her about her elementary school experiences first.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Qin Yu suddenly laughed, a mocking laugh laced with sarcasm. Leaning slightly forward, he stared at Jiang Chen and said, "Looks like you really are a newbie? So unprofessional even with interrogation questions? Do you think the police need to teach them the procedures?"

"The interrogation is conducted in accordance with the law; all you need to do is answer truthfully."

Jiang Chen's tone remained calm, yet it carried an irresistible force.

He paused slightly, his gaze fixed on Qin Yu. "Qin Yu, answer the question."

"Yes, I dropped out of school in the third grade."

Qin Yu pursed his lips. "What else could it be? They think studying is too hard and want to go out and explore the world. It's that simple."

"Is it that simple?" Jiang Chen pressed, his eyes narrowing slightly. "No other reason?"

Qin Yu shook his head.

Where did you go after you dropped out of school?

"I've been working odd jobs here and there." Qin Yu leaned back in his chair, his legs still crossed. "Later, I came to Dongcheng City with my family and have been working here ever since."

Do you know Li Yan from your village?

"Li Yan?" Qin Yu's pupils contracted slightly, then returned to calm, and he chuckled.

"Of course I know her. Isn't she the girl whose whole family was wiped out? Why are you asking about her?"

"You are neighbors. After she got married, she moved to another place, not far from your village."

Jiang Chen's voice was completely flat. "I'm asking you, what's your relationship with Li Yan like?"

"Relationship?" Qin Yu's eyes flickered. "What kind of relationship could it be?"

"They were just neighbors I played with when I was a kid. We had a few interactions during my childhood, but we haven't been in touch for a long time."

"Childhood connections?" Jiang Chen pressed on, his gaze fixed on Qin Yu's micro-expressions. "So, what are your thoughts on her death now?"

"Solving cases is your job as police officers, what does it have to do with me?"

Qin Yu's tone instantly turned impatient, and he deliberately emphasized another sentence.

"If you police officers don't compensate me for the money I missed going to work today, I'm not letting this go!"

"We're willing to pay you, but only if you answer our questions truthfully."

Jiang Chen's voice suddenly turned cold, "Please answer directly, what exactly is your relationship with Li Yan?"

"They were just childhood neighbors, nothing more."

Qin Yu frowned subconsciously, and his leg, which was resting on the edge of the table, swayed slightly. He deliberately avoided Jiang Chen's gaze.

Jiang Chen took in all of this.

The theory of "micro-expressions" was not yet popularized in the field of criminal investigation in China in 2003.

However, relying on his professional intuition accumulated over many years, he clearly detected Qin Yu's weakness.

These subtle changes in body language are clearly signs of lying.

His relationship with Li Yan was definitely not as simple as she claimed.

But then a problem arises: even if he really is related to the family annihilation case from back then, how can he be linked to this old case?

More than 20 years have passed, and the case has long since become a thing of the past.

Most of the clues from back then have been lost, and Qin Yu has left no obvious traces of his crime.

Even if we can confirm that she is the murderer, without solid evidence and without her voluntary confession, how can we make a breakthrough in this case?

Jiang Chen tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his gaze sweeping over Qin Yu as he pondered a way to break the deadlock.

A moment later, he suddenly raised his hand, his fingertips pointing to Qin Yu's temple.

"Does this area feel uncomfortable?"

Qin Yu was taken aback and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his head.

"What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine, I don't feel unwell at all."

"I'm not asking if you're feeling well," Jiang Chen said calmly, enunciating each word clearly. "I mean, have you ever been to a mental hospital for treatment?"

"You're the one with a mental illness!" Qin Yu instantly bristled, raising his voice sharply, "I'm not sick! Stop spouting nonsense!"

Zhang Yan, standing to the side, was also completely dumbfounded. She looked at Jiang Chen with a face full of confusion and bewilderment.

Why are you suddenly asking about mental hospitals?

The rebuttal, "I'm not sick, you're the one who's sick," sounded strangely familiar, as if I'd heard it in some movie or TV show.

Jiang Chen remained calm and looked up at the agitated Qin Yu.

Whether you have a mental illness or not is another matter. What I'm asking is, have you received treatment in a mental hospital?

Upon hearing this, Qin Yu abruptly stopped, replaced by astonishment.

He slowly raised his head, staring intently into Jiang Chen's eyes. His lips moved, but he didn't utter a single word.