National Forensic Doctor

Chapter 1323: Chapter 1249 Noon

After the rain.

The Criminal Police Brigade members, like bamboo shoots after rain, filled the office area.

Zhang Zhanjun’s arrest represented another successful solving of a series murder case by the Zhengguang Bureau. It was a case spanning two cities, separated by five years, involving the deaths of three people and the abduction of two others. It could be considered quite perfect.

Tao Lu rushed over early in the morning to celebrate with everyone (hua) (bin), and several other officers from the agency came along, expressing their utmost attention.

By afternoon, the Criminal Police Brigade had almost finished organizing the case, mainly ensuring that Tao Lu and others confirmed there were no oversights before submitting it to the Zhengguang Bureau.

Therefore, before the end of work, the director of the Zhengguang Bureau rushed over, shaking hands warmly with each participating officer.

The next day, the entire team was given a day off.

Everyone hugged their pillows and slept deeply, lost in dreams.

Even Mu Zhiyang, after checking all the security measures in Jiang Yuan’s small apartment, left behind a borrowed police dog and went to sleep deeply.

Regardless of whether it’s called a serial murder case or a series murder case, once such a case forms a special task force, the pressure on the members is intense, almost instantly rising like stress.

And even though the suspect is caught and has confessed, anyone with experience in criminal investigation knows that as long as the task force hasn’t concluded, there can be no relaxation. The bigger the case, the more this holds true. Because there are always concerns about arresting the wrong suspect, insufficient evidence, suspect backgrounds, errors in investigation, failed case submissions, etc.

In the world of 360 professions, both detectives and surgeons highly value the truth. In surgery, poor performance can genuinely be a matter of life and death, while detectives inevitably encounter cases that need solving. Unlike teachers, architects, or officials, who might get away with things at the moment and deal with consequences ten or eight years later if necessary, in those professions immediate failures can be catastrophic.

It’s not like a newly built building will conveniently collapse in a big earthquake right away.

Woof.

By noon, the police dog barked twice in the living room, waking Mu Zhiyang, who was sleeping in the small room by the door.

Mu Zhiyang rolled up and grabbed his gun, then, with two hairy legs, circled the living room, specifically checking on Jiang Yuan sleeping in the master bedroom to make sure he was breathing, before turning to ask the police dog’s trainer, "What’s wrong?"

The police dog turned back, brought out its stainless steel bowl, and gently placed it in front of its trainer.

"You’re a police dog, are you afraid of not getting food?" Mu Zhiyang said in surprise.

"It is a police dog, so this is a kind of salary request," the trainer laughed and said, rubbing his hands as he muttered to himself, "Let’s see what to make for you today..."

The police dog pawed at the trainer’s feet twice before silently lying down in front of Jiang Yuan’s master bedroom door.

The trainer frowned, "What are you trying to do?"

The police dog gently scratched the master bedroom door with its paw, then looked back at the trainer and lay down on the spot.

The trainer chuckled in exasperation, "Eat if you want, if not, forget it!"

Mu Zhiyang asked, "What does he mean?"

The trainer replied, "It has eaten the dog food made by Captain Jiang before, and now that it’s meal time and it smells Captain Jiang, it doesn’t want my food."

Mu Zhiyang took a deep breath and nodded slowly, "Captain Jiang’s dog food is indeed delicious!"

The trainer looked at Mu Zhiyang skeptically.

Mu Zhiyang immediately understood and laughed while pointing, "You haven’t tried it, have you?" noveldrama

"How can I compete with a dog for food!" the trainer said, half amused and half curious.

Mu Zhiyang clicked his tongue twice, "You really haven’t tried it. If you had, you wouldn’t say that."

The trainer was speechless and went over to drag the police dog back, saying, "Don’t embarrass me, come over here."

Mu Zhiyang stopped him, "Don’t bully the dog, we’ve been relying on it for night patrols these days, even an emperor doesn’t starve his soldiers. Wait a bit, Captain Jiang’s father is coming over today; Jiang will probably cook dog food for everyone."

The trainer hesitated for a moment and corrected Mu Zhiyang, "You mean cook food for everyone?"

"Can humans eat dog food?" Mu Zhiyang countered.

His counterpart hesitated again, "That depends on the food. Some foods, dogs can’t eat."

"But everything a dog eats, humans can eat too!" Mu Zhiyang summarized, "Captain Jiang’s dog food is specialized, and we just snag a bit. Alright, just wait."

The trainer looked uncertainly at his police dog.

The police dog gazed back at the trainer with eyes as pure as artificial diamonds.

The trainer’s heart softened, and he squatted down to say to the police dog, "Stallone, do you want to wait for Captain Jiang’s dog food? Captain Jiang may not make it, and who knows how long we’ll have to wait, why don’t we eat first and try for dog food later?"

The police dog didn’t respond, just stared at the trainer silently.

The trainer steeled himself and headed for the kitchen. Training police dogs couldn’t mean letting them do as they please; a dog’s rights weren’t that significant. For example, once dogs are made into police dogs, things like mating are prohibited after they earn their badge.

Compared to this, a meal of dog food was trivial.

The police dog, Stallone, turned and bit the trainer’s clothing, with a determined expression as if he were heading into battle.

"Wait a moment, I’ll cook after washing up," Jiang Yuan said, opening the door of the master bedroom with a single comment.

The trainer reflexively stood at attention, then awkwardly said, "Stallone’s being naughty, he might just be hungry, not necessarily wanting only your dog food."

The police dog, Stallone, looked sidelong at the trainer, then had its face forcibly turned back.

Jiang Yuan just chuckled, "It’s alright. My dad just got off the plane; he’ll be here in about an hour and a half."

"Oh... in that case, let’s wait for them to come, then we can all eat together."

"No need. They have a family dog, and if it can eat leftovers, it’s good enough without a quota," Jiang Yuan said as he returned to the master bedroom bathroom.

After tidying up a bit, Jiang Yuan dried his hands, changed clothes, came out to the kitchen, and started preparing ingredients.

The trainer felt slightly embarrassed as he came over to help with the cooking, saying, "Stallone has never been this greedy before; let me help... just direct me."

Jiang Yuan wasn’t shy, pondered, and said, "There’s just one dog today... let’s use fish maw for the base. There’s some fish maw soaked in the fridge; get that. Let’s add water chestnut to the soup, and for the entrée, use goose and beef meat. Police dogs should eat less fat, and there’s leftover filet and rump meat, we’ll cook those together..."

While speaking, Jiang Yuan picked out ingredients and had Mu Zhiyang go downstairs to fetch some stored beef from the small room.

Soon, Jiang Yuan had more than 30 pounds of meat in the large pot, with other ingredients being handled in the frying pan, oven, microwave, and steamer nearby.

Stallone silently approached the kitchen door, wagging his tail like a contract worker.

Even though it was raised in the Beijing Bureau as a police dog, it’s still just a low-level dog eating from a common trough. Where had it ever seen such mountains of beef and goose meat? It didn’t need any special technique from Jiang Yuan; it was already drooling.

"Oh my gosh..." Stallone’s trainer hurriedly wiped the dog’s mouth and floor, then led it away.

"I’ll help," Wang Chuanxing, who had just woken up, volunteered and started peeling potatoes.

Soon, Liu Jinghui and others were awakened by the noise and joined the culinary mission.

The small kitchen in the little room couldn’t fit seven or eight people, so the others started cooking in the living room, making dumplings together!

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

Jiang Yuan wiped his hands and said, "Dad is here, stir the pot, don’t let it stick."

Miao Ruixiang took over and asked, "How much should I stir?"

Jiang Yuan replied, "Like you’re cooking bones in a water bath."

"Got it," Miao Ruixiang patted his chest, "I’m familiar with that."

Jiang Yuan ran to the front door, ready to shout, "Dad!"

A cascade of black, waist-long hair blocked Jiang Yuan’s view.

"Captain Jiang, good afternoon!" Qiao Shengli greeted with a smile, wearing a white shirt and a backpack.