National Forensic Doctor

79: Chapter 78 Ultraviolet Reflection 79: Chapter 78 Ultraviolet Reflection Whether they were convinced or not, the youngest one was still singled out and had to go through his social media, item by item, recognizing the stolen goods.

Wei Zhenguo took advantage of his youth and threatened, “If you don’t admit it, for every item you sell on your social media, I’ll charge you with one count of theft and one count of selling stolen goods.

Multiple charges, heavy punishment.

By the time you get out, if you still have any hair, come find me to chat.”

Despite being outmatched, the young man clenched his teeth and said, “This isn’t reasonable…

Besides, why are you only targeting me…”

“So who should I target?” Wei Zhenguo muttered.

The young man turned his head and saw the LV-wearing middle-aged man staring with dog-like eyes, and he couldn’t help but feel intimidated.

Wei Zhenguo let out a laugh and called the Rottweiler over, “Let’s see if you can sniff out this guy’s stuff, and then we can hit him with a heavy charge.”

He had singled out this fellow as the breakthrough.

Among all the people present, if even one of them spilled the beans, the others, no matter how stubborn, could only expect to receive a harsher sentence.

This principle was well understood not just by Wei Zhenguo, but by the suspects too, yet they could only stare with bulging eyes, unable to speak.

Dazhuang, dressed in a black tactical vest, let out a “woof” and began to search through the stolen goods in earnest.

Li Li led Dazhuang, her face serious as she picked out items.

The expression on the face of the young man nearby became increasingly rigid.

Wei Zhenguo feigned a sigh, “We used to see thieves selling stolen goods in night markets before, but now it’s really different, eh?

Straight to selling in social media circles, complete with a record.

Right, later we should check his payment records, we can directly trace the amount of money from the stolen goods sold.”

The remaining middle-aged men, the actual homeowners of the farmhouse, were also listening with veins bulging in confusion and frustration.

Indeed, what’s with the young people nowadays?

Being so casual about being a thief?

Posting stolen goods in their social media circles, do they really think they’ll never get caught in their lifetimes?

Seeing their expressions, Wei Zhenguo chuckled, “Surprised, aren’t you?

You’re still thinking about how to conceal it, and here we have someone openly selling it all on social media.

I bet when I go back and look through the phone, I’ll definitely find conversations where he admits the goods are stolen.

You might even be implicated.”

He was addressing the LV-wearing middle-aged man.

The LV-clad man struggled to say, “I truly don’t know him.”

“New model, chat records are enough,” Wei Zhenguo raised his phone slightly.

The expression of the LV-wearing middle-aged man was incredibly grim; indeed, he was not very familiar with this young man, but their transaction was actually confirmed through WeChat.

If anything, he was somewhat prepared for anti-surveillance, but this young man could easily drag him to jail for many years.

Wei Zhenguo suddenly remembered something his daughter said a few days ago, and couldn’t help but laugh, “They say that the young generation is here to purify the workplace.

I think so, using social media to sweep away all you flies and dogs…”

The few truly young people in the room all turned their gazes over.

Is this what ‘purifying the workplace’ means?

Is it supposed to be used like this?

…

What was neat and orderly on the way out had turned into disheveled chaos on the way back.

A total of 7 suspects were transported back in seven cars.

There were no specialized prison vehicles, just two officers in the backseat and a handcuffed suspect between them, shaping the standard posture.

Experienced cops would pick and choose, taking the frail suspects in their own cars.

Once they’d sit on either side and clamp them with their elbows, they’d feel completely relaxed.

Youngsters like Mu Zhiyang had no choice but to wait until the seasoned detectives picked their lot; whatever was left, fat or thin, they’d haul into the car, roll down the window, space out, and cool off naturally.

Jiang Yuan spent more time in the farmhouse.

He was the one who first wiped down the scene.

According to Jiang Yuan’s reasoning, since the place had long served as a hub for fencing stolen goods, it’s very likely that the people who had come through were connected to the case.

The fingerprints he collected might not match anything currently, but that didn’t matter.

If these people committed crimes elsewhere or were careless even once more, the fingerprints left here could very well reveal their slip-ups.

After working with fingerprints for a long time, you start to feel a certain “all for one and one for all” nobility.

You can’t help it; the fingerprints you collect may not always immediately match those stored in the database.

And often, the fingerprints you do match are those collected by others.

And the experts in fingerprints, after finishing local ones, inevitably had to work on those from other places.

In the end, most of their time was spent working “for everyone”.

Wang Zhong, Yan Ge, and several field officers obediently helped Jiang Yuan with the fingerprinting.

In similar past cases, they had handled things quite carelessly, but there wasn’t much to say about that—their skill levels were limited.

A little better or a little worse in handling wasn’t much of a difference for them.

But Jiang Yuan truly had the ability to process fingerprints.

Moreover, his proficiency had reached a significant level—this is critical because if you’re just at a score of 60, you might only be able to barely complete the job.

Initiative wouldn’t be high, and since people’s energy and time are finite, a 60-point expert couldn’t possibly cover all daily cases, let alone unnecessary ones.

Even experts scoring 70 wouldn’t bother with large-scale comparisons for minor cases due to limited accuracy.

Only at Jiang Yuan’s level, with just a glance, could you know whether the task was doable.

Only at that level is it worth investing significant time and effort on smaller cases.

Of course, Wang Zhong and Yan Ge wouldn’t think so much about it.

They just knew Jiang Yuan could do it and was willing to do it now, and that was sufficient.

While everyone began dusting for prints, Jiang Yuan’s techniques were gradually influencing them all.

In the past, when someone like Wang Zhong processed fingerprints, it was simply about dusting with silver powder or magnetic powder, sometimes even dabbing with adhesive tape.

But with Jiang Yuan on the scene, the first time someone ripped tape with a “swish,” he walked over.

“Is this for collecting on a metal dish?

Covered in film?” Jiang Yuan glanced at it and said, “Direct adhesion must be difficult, right?”

“It can still pick some up, just it’s likely to be incomplete,” admitted the junior technician, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

He was also self-taught and knew his work was average but didn’t know how to improve it.

Jiang Yuan talked only about the technique, not other issues.

After observing for a bit, he suggested, “Try using ultraviolet light first.”

“Can ultraviolet light reflection really reveal it?” The police technician had never considered this option.

Jiang Yuan explained, “Roughly.

If the fingerprints consist mainly of sweat, the varied absorption rates create significant contrast.

If that doesn’t work, then use magnetic powder, fluorescent powder, or even super glue.

However, because ultraviolet light is non-destructive, it’s best to start with that.”

“Oh…

I see.” The technician felt like he was learning something new and, feeling slightly embarrassed to admit it, he proceeded as instructed.

The others watched silently, and after seeing how visible the fingerprint became under UV light, they all took mental note for future reference.