By the time Jiang Yuan arrived at the scene, the sky had already darkened. The forensic doctors from Zhengguang Bureau had collected the remains and sent them to the autopsy center.
Beijing has its own forensic identification center, an independent small building in the suburbs. A large, red sign was on the rooftop, illuminated by a red lightbox from behind. Even hundreds of meters away, one could sense its unparalleled ability to depreciate property values. For some reason, the lightbox stopped working later on, and no one repaired it.
So Jiang Yuan changed his shoes and clothes before collecting some soil, maggots, and insect eggs from the body pit, and followed the vehicle to the forensic identification center.
Jiang Yuan didn't understand much about internet technology, so in the face of these new-age murders, what he could still do was to start from the body itself.
Fellow forensic expert Zhan Kan looked at Jiang Yuan with curiosity.
