The crackdown on organized crime began with the arrest of the mother-in-law.

Chapter 1507 Body Transfer, Preparation for Autopsy

Li Ming nodded, his gaze returning to the body in the ditch, his expression grave. He knew that in this case, the murderer was highly skilled at counter-investigation, there were few traces and physical evidence at the scene, no surveillance footage, no witnesses, and the victim's identity could not be confirmed, making the investigation extremely difficult. However, he did not back down in the slightest, secretly resolving to find clues, identify the victim, apprehend the murderer, and bring him to justice through meticulous investigation, precise analysis, and the efforts of the entire team, thus upholding social fairness and justice.

By now, the sun had fully risen, dispelling the chill of late autumn and shining on the road surface of Jianshe Road, illuminating the crime scene cordoned off by police tape. The technical team members were carefully organizing their investigation tools and physical evidence, preparing to head to the laboratory for testing; the investigation team members had begun expanding their search, visiting nearby shops and residential buildings to find witnesses and relevant clues; and the forensic pathologists had also arrived at the scene, preparing to transport the body back to the forensic center for a full autopsy.

An investigation into the body found in the ditch along Jianshe Road is proceeding in a tense but orderly manner. Although the case is currently at a standstill—the victim's identity remains unconfirmed, and no suspect has been identified—all the criminal investigators are full of confidence. They firmly believe that justice will prevail, and with persistent, meticulous investigation and scientific analysis, they will surely find hidden clues, apprehend the murderer, bring peace to the deceased, and ensure that justice is served. This meticulous on-site investigation has laid a solid foundation for subsequent case solving; every piece of trace evidence, every photograph, and every record could potentially be key to identifying the murderer and uncovering the truth.

The police tape at the crime scene remained taut, the yellow tape trembling slightly in the autumn wind, forming an insurmountable barrier that completely isolated the crime scene from the outside world. Li Ming stood beside the tape, his brow furrowed, his gaze fixed on the ditch, his fingers unconsciously tracing the police badge at his waist, his expression grave. Xiao Yang, having just finished finishing the on-site investigation, quickly approached him and reported in a low voice, "Captain Li, the on-site investigation is complete. All traces and physical evidence have been collected and properly stored, ready to be sent to the lab at any time. As for the body, forensic doctor Zhang has arrived and is preparing for its transfer."

Li Ming nodded slowly, his voice deep and powerful: "Thank you for your hard work. The transport of the body must be handled with utmost care. We absolutely cannot allow the body to be contaminated again. Even the slightest trace or piece of evidence could be the key to uncovering the truth of the case." "Understood, Captain Li. We have made thorough preparations." Xiao Yang solemnly replied, turning back to the ditch. There, several figures were gathered, their expressions solemn. It was forensic doctor Zhang Lin and his assistant Xiao Lin, along with members of the technical team assisting with the transport of the body.

Zhang Lin, dressed in a dark blue forensic uniform, stood tall and straight, his face resolute. The fine lines around his eyes hinted at the weariness of years spent dealing with corpses and cases, yet they did not diminish the sharpness and focus in his gaze. This veteran forensic pathologist, with eighteen years of experience, had long been accustomed to the darkness and cruelty of the world. He had personally dissected hundreds of corpses, solving countless cold and major cases with his precise autopsy results. In the criminal investigation team, everyone held Zhang Lin in high esteem. He treated each corpse with an almost reverent rigor. In his eyes, the body was not merely cold remains, but silent witnesses; every wound, every pathological feature, silently told the truth of death.

At this moment, Zhang Lin was squatting by the ditch, his hands, gloved with sterile gloves, gently hovering above the corpse. He didn't touch it easily, but instead, using the faint morning light, carefully examined the body's condition once more. The sewage in the ditch was still murky, the silt emitting a faint, fishy stench, mixed with the decaying smell of late autumn leaves, making one grimace. The technical team members were already prepared; a specialized body bag was laid flat on a waterproof tarpaulin, and sterile gauze, tweezers, and other tools were neatly arranged on a tray. Everyone held their breath, awaiting Zhang Lin's instructions—they all knew that every instruction from this veteran forensic doctor would determine the direction of the subsequent investigation.

"Be gentle. The four of you divide the work: two support the upper body, two support the lower body. Absolutely do not pull or tug at the corpse, to avoid tearing the wounds and damaging the internal evidence." Zhang Lin spoke slowly, his tone serious and unwavering, as if the stench around him had never existed. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. Everyone present immediately tensed up and nodded in response, "Understood, Forensic Doctor Zhang!"

Beside Zhang Lin, his young assistant, Xiao Lin, followed closely, his eyes intently watching his every move, ready to cooperate at any moment. Xiao Lin is twenty-six years old and has only been a graduate of medical school three years ago, majoring in forensic medicine. Thanks to his solid theoretical foundation and responsible attitude, he was assigned to be Zhang Lin's assistant. Over the past three years, he has participated in countless autopsies with Zhang Lin. From initial nervousness and timidity to his current composure and professionalism, every step has been inseparable from Zhang Lin's meticulous guidance. In his heart, Zhang Lin is not only a mentor but also a role model. He has always strived to emulate Zhang Lin's rigor and calmness, hoping that one day he too can become an excellent forensic doctor like Zhang Lin.

Xiao Lin wore the same forensic uniform as Zhang Lin. He was slightly thin, and his face still held a hint of youthful naiveté, but his eyes were resolute. He gripped the record book tightly in his hand, his fingertips turning slightly white from use. He knew this case was extraordinary; the killer was extremely adept at counter-investigation, and there weren't many valuable clues left at the scene. Therefore, the transfer of the body and the subsequent autopsy were of paramount importance and could not be taken lightly.

Following Zhang Lin's instructions, the four technical team members carefully crouched down, gently supporting the corpse's limbs and torso with both hands. Their movements were slow and gentle, as if they were handling a fragile treasure. The corpse was stiff, covered in mud and grime, and the cold touch transmitted through their gloves sent a chill down their spines. Zhang Lin crouched beside them, his eyes fixed on the abdominal wound, reminding his team members, "Slow down, even slower. Be careful to protect the abdominal wound and don't touch the gauze." He then reached out and carefully adjusted the position of the sterile gauze covering the wound with sterile forceps, ensuring that the wound was completely covered and preventing sewage or mud from re-entering the wound during transport, which could damage the trace evidence inside.