National Forensic Doctor

[At that time, when the gangster rushed over, I was only a few meters away from him, no more than ten meters away at most. The other person was running really fast. If he had shot at me first, I probably wouldn't be able to chat like this today. 】

[The guy is holding a spray gun in his hand. It’s half as long as an arm. It’s so thick. It’s really. I think it could smash my head with it. 】

[I was dumbfounded when I fired the gun. Have you ever seen Frisbee? That guy hit that pad like a Frisbee, the parts were scattered all over the air! 】

[There is no blood in the sky. Pad isn't a person, it's a tablet! 】

Lao Twelve drank until midnight and did not dare to sleep, so he drank water among the family members.

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He came and went again and let him blow until morning.

By this time, Lao Twelve was no longer sleepy. He suddenly realized that although yesterday was dangerous, nothing happened to him. Not only that, but what he experienced last night will allow him to play for decades to come.

Unless gun control is relaxed in the country, the possibility of ordinary people encountering this kind of thing is too low. Even less likely to survive.

The people in the village were equally excited. It's rare to hear such exciting stories at such a close distance. Although everyone seems to be very rich, and they are indeed very rich, life in Ningtai County is still county-style life, and life in Jiangcun Community is more like life in the village period, which is relatively boring, especially now Life is getting better, there are fewer twists and turns, and there is less material for chatting.

Therefore, last night, Lao Twelve stayed up all night, and there were hundreds of people in Jiangcun who stayed with him for half the night.

Some people stayed with me for half the night, and some people woke up after a nap and found that there were 99+ messages in the group. After reading all the time, they didn't sleep for the rest of the night.

Of course, among Jiangcun's own people, there are inevitably various red envelopes.

Exclusive red envelopes for Lao Twelve, group red envelopes filled with joy, and password red envelopes to create atmosphere were all distributed non-stop.

While chatting, Lao Twelve grabbed various red envelopes, plus the exclusive red envelopes given by the elders. By early morning, the money he had grabbed was more than Jiang Yongxin's salary for a year. Of course, this is normal. After all, everyone does not open a car rental shop to make money, but for a career!

Boom.

Early in the morning, Jiang Yuan was kicked up by his father.

Open your eyes and look at it, it's 8:01, not to mention that dad is pinching the spot, which is considered to be very particular.

"I heard that you were shot yesterday?" Jiang Fuzhen looked solemn. He allowed his son to study forensic medicine because he considered that the work environment was simpler and the interpersonal relationships were simpler. If he really didn't want to do it, he would go home and kill a cow. A sheep can also apply what he has learned.

But he really didn't expect that Jiang Yuan would be in danger at every turn this day.

Jiang Yuan was still a little confused when he sat up. He thought for a while but did not speak immediately. He first picked up the water glass from the bedside table and took a sip, then poured some water, purred and washed his face before waking up and said honestly: "Then The man was premeditated. He must have stepped in in advance. He planned for us to come at the unmonitored intersection, threw something on the road to puncture the tire, and then waited for us to get out of the car to ambush him with a gun. A long knife over one meter has a very high success rate.”

If Jiang Yuan was prevaricating, Jiang Fuzhen would probably be worried for a while, but Jiang Yuan made it so clear that Jiang Fuzhen immediately started to think.

Although money comes easily, Jiang Fuzhen still needs a little brains to deal with things from time to time.

After a long time, Jiang Fuzhen asked: "Then what measures will you take next?"

"Strengthen your defenses." Jiang Yuan paused and said, "Some national leaders, such as the Prime Minister of Japan, may only have two or three bodyguards around them. I already have many."

"Then how can we strengthen our defenses?"

"Daily awareness of preparedness is still the most important. Secondly, you can also increase equipment, increase manpower appropriately, and adjust travel methods. If necessary, you can also temporarily increase personnel and equipment." Jiang Yuan said a few points casually, and then said: " As a police officer, I have to protect myself better than people in other professions.”

Jiang Fuzhen thought for a while and nodded slightly: "That makes sense. Even if you are not a police officer, you should have a few bodyguards around you."

"Right." Jiang Yuan wiped his face randomly with the quilt, got up and got out of bed, and said, "I also think that it is nothing new for someone to want to kill me or arrest me."

Jiang Fuzhen agreed and put forward a new idea: "Is it appropriate if we hire a few bodyguards to follow you to work?"

…

Jiang Yuan decisively left home to go to work when his father gradually began to lose his mind.

Accompanying us were still an Alfa, two Geely vehicles with local license plates, and two leading motorcycles.

It doesn't seem like much, but that's compared to the scenes on TV. As far as the environment in Ningtai County is concerned, there is nothing major, and the big boss in the county doesn't go out so grandly.

When I came back late yesterday, the convoy drove into the garage quietly.

We drove out today just before noon. The old men and women basking in the sun had not left yet. Just when the young people who had slept late got up to look for food, the Jiangcun community was full of people again. It was bustling with people. The car drove out with its lights flashing, which really surprised many people.

"Jiang Yuan is a bit grand."

In front of the small shop, the old people pointed and pointed.

"Almost assassinated, that's what it should be." Someone who was more in tune immediately restarted the topic that had been discussed for the whole morning.

Some elderly people were still puzzled: "Assassinating the forensic doctor, was it to steal the body?"

"We should hire more people in our community."

"The security guards are pretty good now. There's a police booth in front of us. Who would want to assassinate us?"

"Your ex-wife?"

"Well...it's true that we should hire more people."

As they were talking, Jiang Yuan's motorcade passed by. Jiang Yuan lowered the car and greeted the uncles and aunts of the intelligence team in front of the store.

"Good kid, be careful."

"Don't work too hard. If you encounter danger again, think about your family, there are so many buildings waiting for you to inherit."

"Remember to accept the red envelope!"

Everyone started talking, and their attitude towards Jiang Yuan was very cordial.

In any case, he was a child who made the Jiang family proud. Even if he was assassinated, it would be very face-saving to tell others about it!

...

Jiang Yuan entered the yard of the Criminal Police Detachment, and the motorcade dispersed.

Mu Zhiyang followed Jiang Yuan, changing his clothes along the way, and then went to the autopsy room.

Bian Yizhang's body was placed on the autopsy table. Jiang Yuan only took a look at it, then turned back and went to the shelf to take down the box of body No. 1.

In the box, a blue ball was waiting there, shining brightly:

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