Special Forces Medic

Wu Shuang never thought she could stay in this cold basement for so long. Her eyes never left the back of the man in the white coat, while the forensic expert, who had always accompanied her to crime scenes, stood silently over a corpse, starkly different from his usual conduct.

The male corpse on the operating table was none other than Fatty Wang, the head of the Wang Family. She was surprised when she received the call from the maritime police, but facing the will accompanying the body, this surprise took on a conspiratorial air. It's not that she had an extensive history in the criminal police, but more of an innate intuition.

"The body was found near the coastline, already stiff, and death was caused by excessive bleeding from a severed throat." This conclusion was reached when she retrieved the body from the maritime police, and while collecting the body, Wu Shuang had an unsurprised look as she surveyed the boat carrying the corpse.

Cut the throat? Then why was there so little blood on the boat? And the pattern of blood flow was incorrect. In front of the coast guard, Wu Shuang didn't ask in detail, merely taking the body back to the police station with the forensic expert.

The forensic expert did not touch Fatty Wang, the corpse lying face up on the operating table, with his chin held high revealing the neck wound. The technique of incision was contrary to an average person, cutting counterclockwise, leaving a very fine wound that didn't break the surface due to instant pressure, the cut forming a straight line, deeply and evenly. No wonder Xiao Mu wanted him to examine such a wound. The forensic expert smiled at the body.

"What are the results?" Lin Zhifang, who rarely visited the morgue, appeared unprecedented before them. Fatty Wang, now deceased, wasn't much different from other dead people, his face calm and expressionless.

"The autopsy report will be sent over later, provisionally determined as suicide, with a will left on the deceased." The forensic expert did not turn around and began putting on gloves.

"I don't think so." Just as Lin Zhifang was about to nod, Wu Shuang suddenly interrupted. "Fatty Wang definitely didn't commit suicide."

Lin Zhifang was startled and beckoned Wu Shuang. "Officer Wu, come to the office with me. Mu, deliver the report as soon as possible, the Wang Family is still waiting."

Without waiting for Wu Shuang's response, Lin Zhifang quickened his pace up the stairs. It was too cold down here, the piercing cold wind uncomfortable.

"Director Lin!" Wu Shuang followed behind Lin Zhifang, catching up to him.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Lin has fled, did you know?" Only upon returning to his office did Lin Zhifang hurriedly close the door, instructing his assistant to postpone all meetings and cancel any interruptions.

"I know." Wu Shuang was briefed as she entered the City Police Department, and she quickly suppressed the news. She didn't know why Xiao Lin needed to run, as the matter could be clarified if he just waited; such reckless behavior would only add to the charges, jailbreak wasn't a trivial matter. In such a large police department, it's inevitable some news might leak, and no matter how well-connected Xiao Lin was, he couldn't suppress this. "Last night, someone broke through the top wall, damaged the cell door."

"I went to look this morning, there's a lock on the door now, did you put it there?" Lin Zhifang was very courteous to Xiao Lin, except for the confinement itself being called a cell, his treatment was otherwise as an ordinary person's. "I knew you always provided Xiao Lin with daily necessities and didn't limit his personal freedom."

"The lock wasn't put there by me." Wu Shuang looked suddenly at Lin Zhifang. Xiao Lin could easily walk out if he wanted to escape, so why destroy the cell door and escape through the rooftop? "Someone deliberately wanted to create the illusion of a jailbreak."

"Take a look at this." Lin Zhifang handed a confirmation letter to Wu Shuang. "Considering your good relationship with Xiao Lin, we're letting you see this first. The city council values this case highly, specially assigning Dragon Soul personnel to investigate, you know Xiao Lin is Dragon Soul's military doctor!"

The confirmation letter was a mandate regarding organ donation from the deceased, complete with family signatures and seals, all procedures intact. Wu Shuang realized that with this, the illegal organ trade charge against Xiao Lin couldn't hold. "Director Lin, this is..."

"Don't you understand?" Lin Zhifang gave Wu Shuang, normally astute, a questioning look. "This matter is practically settled; submit the report at an appropriate time, and Xiao Lin's case can be dropped."

"I understand." Wu Shuang indeed had personal interests and of course, hoped for this outcome, but from a professional standpoint, she felt uneasy. "Sometimes you don't need to be so meticulous, the higher-ups will naturally arrange things, we just follow their lead."

"Are you referring to Fatty Wang's cause of death?" Wu Shuang carefully placed the confirmation letter back into the file while the weight on her heart eased.

"There's no outsider here, what do you think of Fatty Wang?" Compared to the bias towards Xiao Lin, Fatty Wang's death required more accountability, and Wang Zhanting was in the hospital, keeping silent on the incident as if receiving severe shock. The doctors claimed Minister Wang was too traumatized to see visitors, blocking all who wished to visit, leaving no firsthand information or further directives, making it difficult for him.

"Fatty Wang died from excessive bleeding due to a severed throat, but my inspection of the boat found no significant blood accumulation, leading me to suspect the boat wasn't the primary scene, and that Fatty Wang had been moved to the small boat." Wu Shuang didn't know many finer details; as a special police officer, the authenticity of the case was most important.

"Secondly, based on the will he left, it seems he felt long-term guilt and repentance, feeling he'd let down the Wang Family ancestors, causing the family's downfall, and resulting in his suicide. This narrative doesn't align with Fatty Wang's usual behavior, indicating personality discrepancies.

Thirdly, someone contemplating suicide usually chooses a quick or painless method. Imagine someone like Fatty Wang, timid and fearful of death, why choose to sever his own throat, an agonizing method? We've all studied psychology, knowing it takes courage to commit suicide."

At this point, Wu Shuang looked up at Lin Zhifang, hoping he understood her implications. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian.com to vote for it, your support is my greatest motivation.)