National Forensic Doctor

Chapter 1378: Chapter 1302: Alibi

Hassan once again arrived at the police station, with hurried steps and a grave expression.

Jiang Yuan didn’t allow him near the special task force and chose the outside meeting room instead.

Hassan didn’t have time to worry about these details and immediately asked, "Is it Faris? How likely is it that he’s the one?"

"We don’t know yet. Faris has no alibi, but there isn’t additional evidence to support him being the murderer." Jiang Yuan first explained the case to Hassan and then, looking at his face, said, "You should have considered such a situation from the start of the case."

As expected, a large part of Hassan’s anxious expression seemed to fade.

"Indeed, you’re quite the detective." Hassan wiped his face, drank a sip of tea, and with a calmer expression, continued, "However, I’m not pretending; I did think beforehand that it could be someone close to us. But Faris is different. Although our two factions have some disagreements, we mostly cooperate. We are closer compared to other factions..."

As Hassan spoke, he fell into a state of reminiscence: "I have met Faris twice and had a good impression of him. I also talked to him and recognized him as a diligent and hardworking person, and I support some of his work."

In Hassan’s view, his son Qikoli, as a member of society, really didn’t have a reason to be condemned to death. What could truly lead to his demise was precisely being Hassan’s son.

Therefore, the possibility that Qikoli might have died at the hands of people from his own family was something Hassan had considered pre-emptively.

But as Hassan mentioned, even among his own people, there are different levels, and Faris clearly belonged to the kind who shouldn’t have killed Qikoli. At least, that’s how Hassan saw it.

Jiang Yuan considered Hassan’s words and silently took them into account.

Although he previously excluded Hassan and his people from the special task force, now he was using Hassan as someone in the know.

Using criminal investigation techniques to interrogate Hassan in a dedicated interview room, or even an interrogation room, was completely infeasible.

And now, he precisely needed Hassan to provide some information.

As far as Faris’s situation is concerned, the information provided by Hassan was extremely important. Even if it was his subjective thought, as long as it was true, it would be highly valuable.

Because if Faris were the real culprit, then his reason and motive for killing Qikoli must be closely related to Hassan. It could even be said to be intimately linked to Hassan’s subjective thoughts.

This is just like an official, under normal circumstances, shouldn’t assassinate a super high-ranking official who likes them.

The subjective views of a ruler, in many places, transcend material interests. Hassan’s opinion of Faris was at least at a level above friendliness, which, to many religious sect members, is a wealth more valuable than gold. They would be too busy protecting it to destroy it purposely, unless...

Unless Qikoli significantly hindered Faris, or even posed a threat to Faris...

"Qikoli and Faris have no relation. Even if they have met, they can’t possibly be familiar," Hassan seemed to have guessed Jiang Yuan’s thoughts and said it before he was even asked.

Jiang Yuan nodded slowly, "We’re still investigating. If you also believe that Faris isn’t the real killer, we’ll continue to look into it."

Since Jiang Yuan started investigating this case, this was the first time he truly considered Hassan’s opinion.

Hassan was suddenly moved, and then he fell into deep thought.

After a long while, Hassan said, "From my perspective, Faris had no reason to kill Qikoli, but from my point of view, Qikoli shouldn’t have been in danger either; otherwise, I would have called him back a long time ago. So, the specifics of the situation still depend on your judgment, and I trust your investigation conclusion."

Although it seemed a bit like passing the buck, since Qikoli was Hassan’s son, even with the slightest possibility, Hassan would probably be willing to take down Faris.

The fact that he’s willing to let Jiang Yuan investigate now is already a sign of great trust.

Jiang Yuan’s expression also softened a bit. Regardless of his initial intentions, in this process of working the case, Hassan himself was at least cooperative and quite trusting towards him.

This wasn’t easy, as people with Rolls Royces are essentially not too amiable. They seem amiable only because interests haven’t been touched upon. If one thinks that "the wealthy" or "truly wealthy" or "old money" or "aristocrats" become benevolent because of their wealth, resources, and power far beyond ordinary people, looking at the scandals of the British royal family or other nations’ royal stories would greatly refute this.

Hassan’s trust naturally had conditions, but from the point of view of case handling, it was very helpful to Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan pondered slightly and said, "I will have someone reconstruct Faris’s timeline. On the day of the crime, although he doesn’t have a confirmed alibi, we were already planning to review the surveillance near the crime scene. I’ll have people pay attention to that car. Hmm, if we have enough manpower, I will also check the surveillance around Faris." noveldrama

Hassan did not quite understand these tasks and couldn’t help but ask, "Are you planning to identify whether the driver in the surveillance is Faris? If the real killer wants to frame Faris, they would likely be aware of this, right? And even if the driver isn’t Faris, it doesn’t prove that he isn’t the killer, correct?"

Hassan didn’t understand the criminal investigation, but he understood politics. When he thought from a political perspective, he’d already begun considering the reasons why Faris might be framed and the preparations and methods required to frame such a person.

Of course, on the other hand, he always maintained a certain level of suspicion toward Faris, keeping the capability of retaliation ready at any moment.

Jiang Yuan responded, "Being able to see the driver would also be helpful. Furthermore, if this car was indeed previously lost by Faris, then its route might not have gone from Faris’s home to the crime scene. If we can find related evidence, it could serve as indirect evidence for judgment."

Seeing Hassan listening earnestly, Jiang Yuan continued, "The suspect seems very meticulous, which suggests that they must have done some preparations for the crime. So, what car did they use during this preparation period? It could very well have been this car."

Jiang Yuan: "Lastly, even if the suspect used this car very carefully, by extending the driving route of the vehicle, we can effectively extend the time window of the crime occurrence, which helps in matching against Faris’s timeline, increasing the length of the alibi."

"Assuming Faris truly isn’t the killer," Hassan listened, understanding some and not others, but he grasped the point toward the end.

"If it turns out that Harris did it, we would still need to find more evidence." Jiang Yuan nodded.

The surveillance conditions in Dama prevented him from focusing on people. It wasn’t a lack of sufficient cameras, but a lack of evenly distributed, stable, and adequate cameras. Numerous surveillance blind spots affected this aspect of the investigation.

But they were quite good for locating cars. After all, cars are on the road, they’re large, and since it’s an older model, the target is quite obvious. In terms of finding the car, the difficulty wasn’t high.

When the difficulty is low, it means Jiang Yuan doesn’t have to personally review the surveillance, which means the extensibility of this task is quite strong. As long as there are enough people, the goal can be achieved through a large number of image investigation personnel.

However, even with the aim to fully support Jiang Yuan’s team, the manpower at Dama Police Station was stretched thin.

This time, Jiang Yuan truly experienced the work mode of a real special task force. Dama lacked long-armed officers, and grassroots militia and various community organizations didn’t exist. Despite the presence of auxiliary police, personnel were ultimately limited.

And the investigation by the task force had essentially reached a point where the more people there were, the more resources were utilized.

Investigating the leads about Faris consumed almost the same as working on another case.

Yet, the silver Crown belonging to Faris was the strongest lead they currently had, which could be said to be the only real clue. Jiang Yuan had no choice but to make a decision.

After a brief period of thought, Jiang Yuan called Ni Cha and said, "What have you discovered so far?"

"The trash stinks much more than the corpse," Ni Cha replied.

Jiang Yuan chuckled, "There’s a lot of animal carcasses in a garbage mountain. Also, kitchen waste."

"It’s not as intense as a corpse, but it’s worse!"

"Hmm, probably because the human corpse’s abdomen can accumulate an excessive amount of gas. The human bodies we encounter, especially those that are intact, still have feces in the intestines, and once opened during decomposition, the smell is particularly strong. Animal carcasses have smaller bodies and decompose quickly, which is like chopping a human up. However, the aromatic compounds in different animal corpses vary, and the more variety there is, the stronger the combined stench." Jiang Yuan gave a serious analysis.

Sitting at the heart of the garbage mountain, Ni Cha was silent.

"Calling you to pull some of the team back. I want to redeploy," Jiang Yuan mentioned a piece of good news.

Ni Cha’s spirits were lifted effortlessly and quickly asked, "No problem, we have almost combed out, about time to pull out. Where do you want us moved?"

"Part of the team to help with checking the car." Jiang Yuan explained the situation with the silver Crown and continued in one breath, "Regarding the mobile, if we still don’t find it within the 500-meter designated area, we might have to consider it being taken to a landfill. As far as I know, it would be in another garbage dump."

Ni Cha’s silence was akin to the growling of intestines.