As the case was solved, the relatives of the deceased came to the Qinghe City Bureau one after another.

After Wang Guoshan was arrested, the authorities gradually released some information.

The remains could not be claimed or viewed, as they were all eerie skeletons. Even if they were arranged nicely, ordinary people couldn't bear it.

However, on this evening, a couple lit a pile of paper money above the autopsy room and cried out their daughter's name.

An old Taoist priest stood behind the couple, summoning spirits.

The forensic autopsy room was inside the funeral home, but the exact location was not known to outsiders.

The fact that this couple could accurately find the place must have been guided by someone.

Now, there was only one forensic expert from out of town left, Jiang Yuan, along with three local forensic experts from Qinghe City. After they finished processing the last two bodies, the mission would be considered complete.

At this late hour, with the outside being gloomy, Wang Lan didn't want to go out alone and called Jiang Yuan to accompany him.

The two of them, wearing white lab coats, emerged from underground and walked to the couple, scaring the Taoist priest who was summoning spirits.

The kneeling couple saw this and put the paper money in their hands into the fire, then stood up.

The couple seemed a bit weak, and the woman spoke first, "We are Zhang Xiaoyun's parents. Are you the forensic experts here?"

Wang Lan and Jiang Yuan looked at each other and nodded.

"You've worked hard," the woman forced a smile and said, "By the way, my name is Li Yun, I am Zhang Xiaoyun's mother. Xiaoyun... Xiaoyun... Can we see her and talk to her?"

"It's an unusual request, but we just want to see her..." the father spoke softly.

Jiang Yuan couldn't bear to watch. He couldn't help but think that if he encountered such a thing, his father would probably be in a similar state. Wu Jun might be like this mother, hiring a Taoist priest to summon spirits and burning a pile of valuable paper cars and planes.

Wang Lan's eyes reddened a bit, but she said, "It's better not to look. Keep this longing in your hearts..."

"No matter what Xiaoyun has become, I can accept it," Zhang Xiaoyun's mother hurriedly said.

Her eyes were determined, full of a mother's strength.

But Wang Lan remained unmoved. She had seen many similar family members and understood their pain, admired their perseverance, but the boundary between life and death could not be crossed in this way.

Sometimes, it was more suitable to let loved ones live in imagination rather than seeing and touching them with one's own eyes.

"I... I just want to see my child... I just want to see her..." Zhang Xiaoyun's mother looked at Wang Lan's expression. She sensitively sensed the pity and also the rejection, which made her even more painful than a simple rejection.

It was heart-wrenching.

"I shouldn't have let her go to school alone. I shouldn't have..." Zhang Xiaoyun's mother burst into tears.

Her husband held her tightly in his arms.

In the evening funeral home, the wind never stopped, dispersing voices, cooling the air, extinguishing life.

"You can bow towards this direction." Jiang Yuan estimated the position of Zhang Xiaoyun's box and directly turned it for Zhang Xiaoyun's parents.

He personally put the box in, and the direction was correct.

Zhang Xiaoyun's mother hesitated for a moment, then quickly thanked him and hurriedly gathered the remaining paper money, lit it, and muttered to herself.

After delaying for a while, the couple finally left.

Looking at the time, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

Jiang Yuan and Wang Lan silently returned to the autopsy room and continued their work.

Although the case was solved, there was still a long way to go before it was closed.

Two days later.

Jiang Yuan brought the millet soup with shepherd's purse that he had made himself to visit Mu Zhiyang.

Millet soup with shepherd's purse, also known as soda powder soup, had simple ingredients, mainly millet soup and shepherd's purse, with the addition of soda powder to soften the vegetable stems.

Based on Jiang Yuan's newly acquired skills, it was known that when the resistance was weak, green feed, drinking plenty of water, and a little baking soda were the key. In addition, it was important to eat small meals and not overeat.

Soda powder soup perfectly met the nutritional needs of a recovering body.

In the ward, Mu Zhiyang, with one foot in a cast and suspended, really liked the millet soup with shepherd's purse that Jiang Yuan brought. He praised, "My family only knows how to give me millet porridge, saying it's good for the stomach, nutritious, and I have to eat it every day. It's really frustrating."

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"Drink half of the soup now, and heat up the rest to drink at night. This kind of vegetable soup can be boiled for a long time and will taste better the longer it's cooked." Jiang Yuan didn't join in Mu Zhiyang's complaints. He first cared about the issue of food supply.

Next, Jiang Yuan checked the bed, inspected the disinfection situation, and looked at the nursing chart hanging at the foot of the bed before saying, "You seem to be recovering well. Does your leg hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, but it's inconvenient to walk." Mu Zhiyang sighed, "Just as my injury was healing, I got hurt again. I'm really unlucky."

"If you say that, some people might not be happy. You must have at least earned a third-class merit this time."

Mu Zhiyang chuckled a bit, somewhat embarrassed, "I didn't really do much. I just went to the arrest that day, and didn't play much of a role..."

"The murderer, Wang Guoshan, was found during our search. You got injured during the arrest, that's your contribution." Jiang Yuan finished, then added, "You got hurt protecting me. If you hadn't been in front, the murderer would have probably targeted me."

"No, no, it wasn't like that." Mu Zhiyang laughed heartily, waving his hand in embarrassment.

Jiang Yuan sincerely praised him a few times.

As he said, the murderer Wang Guoshan was indeed discovered during their search. Although anyone who entered that agricultural machinery cooperative could have found Wang Guoshan, anyone could have also missed him, right?

No matter how the murderer was confirmed, in the process of arrest, Mu Zhiyang definitely made a contribution.

In addition, he fired a warning shot, "bravely fought the criminal" and got injured, ultimately making the arrest operation a success. Even if Mu Zhiyang didn't have merit, he had hard work.

A third-class merit was not too much.

For such a big case, with more than 10 bodies, two or three second-class merits and five or six third-class merits were quite reasonable. Otherwise, it would be impossible to handle other cases in the future.

In a normal year, a city bureau might not encounter such a big case even once in five years.

Once in ten years was possible.

Of course, looking at the whole country, one should never underestimate the evil of human nature.

"I'll bring you some ginseng soup tomorrow. What else do you want to eat? You can order once." Jiang Yuan looked at Mu Zhiyang, who seemed quite pitiful, so he decided to nourish him a bit more.

Mu Zhiyang had been eating light food since his surgery, his taste buds had long been dulled. He couldn't help but swallow, "Wouldn't ginseng soup be too troublesome?"

"Not at all, I've learned a new trick, it's not hard to make this kind of vegetable dish." Nowadays, ginseng, priced per root, is not necessarily more expensive than white radish, it's indeed considered a vegetable.

One of Zhu Jin's secrets to taking care of sows was to cook ginseng soup.

Feeding four sows with a 20 yuan ginseng soup, the daily food cost didn't increase too much. It could indirectly increase the sow's water intake, and sometimes if the ginseng was big, the family could also have some, which was very suitable.

Mu Zhiyang was a bit touched and also a bit greedy. After thinking for a while, he said, "Then I also want to eat that mixed stew you make."

The mixed stew was like dog food, in terms of taste, it seemed to surpass Zhu Jin's skills.

Partly because of the LV5 reason?

Jiang Yuan casually pondered for a moment, then agreed, saying, "You can't eat too much of the mixed stew, I'll adjust the ingredients."

"Okay. Great." Mu Zhiyang slapped his leg happily, his mood lifted, he couldn't help but say in the tone of Guo Degang's crosstalk, "Jiang Yuan, one day when I become the head of the criminal police team, I will definitely arrange for you to be the head of the forensic team!"

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but laugh, then shouted, "Head of the team."

Mu Zhiyang didn't expect Jiang Yuan to be so cooperative, he laughed out loud, "At ease, rise..."

Jiang Yuan maintained his smile.

Mu Zhiyang seemed to think of something, his brow furrowed slightly, he asked in a low voice, "Is there another head of the team behind me?"

Jiang Yuan slowly nodded.

Mu Zhiyang gathered his laughter from the past seven days, turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw Huang Qiangming with a 44.4-degree smile at the corner of his mouth.

Huang Qiangming lifted his chin slightly and smiled, "I just happened to be on a business trip to Qinghe, so I came to visit Team Mu."