Fortunately, it was vegetable soup. If it had been bone soup or something like that, most people wouldn't dare to try it.

Lu Chuan heard his mentor Liu Guodong say that back when conditions weren't so good, if they were working at a crime scene, they often stayed for an entire day or even two.

With nowhere to eat or sleep, they had no choice but to solve those problems at the scene.

Eating instant noodles next to a corpse, chewing on a sausage beside a pool of blood—those were common occurrences.

And as Wang Changjiang would say, the autopsy room is cleaner than anywhere else, because every time an autopsy is completed, a comprehensive disinfection is carried out.

"Mmm, it's quite tasty!"

Lu Chuan took a sip of the soup Shen Yan made and was pleasantly surprised by its delicious flavor.

"Really?"

Forensic Doctor Shen was evidently very pleased. "Then have another bowl."

"I saw it on a TV show and looked up the recipe online. Originally, I made it for my dad."

"If you like it, you can take some home later for your father to try."

"Hmm, thank you."

The two of them went to work together and left together after work, too.

The next morning.

The sunlight today was exceptionally bright, and Forensic Doctor Shen, who left home early in the morning, looked especially beautiful in a long white dress that accentuated Shen Yan's tall figure.

Her refreshing ponytail exuded a youthful vibe.

"Good morning!"

Lately, Lu Chuan rarely ate breakfast at home because Shen Yan would bring him something tasty every day.

Today's breakfast was soup-filled dumplings.

"I made them myself this morning. Try and see how they taste?"

This was the result of Forensic Doctor Shen's recent efforts after enrolling in a cooking class, and the results were evidently prolific.

The freshly steamed soup dumplings were full of meat and wrapped in a pool of soup.

Lu Chuan took a bite, and his mouth was filled with savory goodness.

"Mmm, delicious!"

Seeing Lu Chuan gobble them up, Shen Yan's smile became even more radiant.

Crime Scene Investigation Office.

In the pot of bright and fresh flamingo-lily, there were two cigarette butts.

One was left by Lu Chuan, and the other also by Lu Chuan.

This plant had been meticulously cared for by Lu Chuan since he started working, and aside from him throwing cigarette butts in it, neither Liu Guodong nor others would extinguish their cigarette butts inside.

"Lu, morning!"

Lu Chuan turned to see Yang Sen entering the office alone.

"Brother Yang came by himself today? Didn't take the shuttle bus?"

Lu Chuan had been working for quite a while, and Yang Sen almost always took the shuttle bus with Old Bai to work right on time every day, so why was he so early today?

He arrived at the office ten minutes earlier than usual.

Old Yang took out a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled deeply with a somewhat satisfied expression.

As if he hadn't smoked all night.

In fact, Old Yang hadn't smoked all night.

His household was quite strict, and his wife instructed him not to smoke after returning home from work to avoid setting a bad example for their son.

So Old Yang developed the habit of lighting a cigarette as soon as he arrived at the office every morning.

"Don't even mention it. Last night I was working on test papers with my son until past one, and early this morning, I had to send him to extra classes. From now on, I won't be taking the shuttle bus."

Lu Chuan nodded in agreement, recalling how his own routine was similar during the college entrance exams five years ago.

But there were only about two months left until the exams, and Old Yang's tough days would soon be over.

Then, for the next four years, he would be quite relaxed and carefree.

However, four years later, when Old Yang's son graduated from college and faced the job market, that would be the start of Old Yang's real troubles.

It wouldn't just be tough then; it would be truly painful.

Old Bai, meanwhile, still came in on the shuttle bus, humming a selection of Peking opera, living life as breezy as can be.

Old Bai had passed his tough and painful stages; his children had grown up and found jobs, and he was about to retire.

What could be more perfect than this?

After chatting for a while, Lu Chuan started testing the new computer delivered by the graphics and surveillance team.

After running a few programs, he could only describe its performance as smooth.

Opening Instant Messaging, Lu Chuan received a compressed file that Liu Guodong sent yesterday.

Similar to the image issues dealt with at the graphics team yesterday, these were original photos with low pixel quality, making it impossible to achieve standard portraits.

The processing methods were similar to what was used to handle portrait photos yesterday, mainly involving image number conversion and analysis, followed by enhancing the underlying data and then converting the data back into pictures.

With the support of the new computer, Lu Chuan's speed at data enhancement improved significantly.

It took about ten minutes to process one photo.

Of course, this speed was due to Chen Kun having pre-processed these photos.

Chen Kun and Lu Chuan collaborated on enhancing these images, with Chen Kun doing what he was familiar with, and Lu Chuan doing what he was familiar with.

Anzhou City International Airport.

At security checkpoint number seven, Sun Yang was a retired soldier who had performed excellently during his service and won third-class merit in the military competitions.

After retiring, he returned directly to his hometown of Anzhou and worked in airport security.

"Hello sir, please show your ID and boarding pass."

Ding!

The glaring red light caught Sun Yang's attention.

The entrance to the security check channel is the most critical, and only gateway for facial recognition to compare passengers against the blacklist.

When normal personnel pass through the security check, a green pass sign appears on the computer screen, and only when a blacklist individual is detected does a red rejection sign appear.

"Zhang Tianfeng?"

The young man facing Sun Yang was youthful and handsome, wearing a full set of designer clothes.

His boarding information showed that he was flying first class.

And the blacklist submission time... was yesterday at 6:20 p.m.

Keeping his composure, Sun Yang pressed the alert button and looked at Zhang Tianfeng: "Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, your ID has been demagnetized and you'll need to visit our office to verify your identity."

"Demagnetized?"

Zhang Tianfeng seemed surprised about his ID being demagnetized: "I flew just the day before yesterday, and it was fine. How come it's demagnetized today?"

"Can't I fly today?"

"That's not the case, Mr. Zhang. Your ID is just demagnetized, and our security system cannot recognize it."

"My colleague will soon accompany you to the office, and once your identity is verified, it won't affect your boarding."

Hearing that it wouldn't affect his flight, Zhang Tianfeng checked the time on his phone and nodded.

"Okay, please be quick. My flight departs in an hour."

"Of course, Mr. Zhang, it will take just three to five minutes to verify your identity. It definitely won't delay your trip. Please wait here, and the passengers behind, please step forward."

Airport security is a critical international location, and incidents involving forceful arrests are rare. Sun Yang has extensive experience in handling numerous similar emergencies.

Therefore, he first used other excuses to stabilize Zhang Tianfeng, then had a colleague escort him away, and dealt with other matters later.

An hour later, Qinzhou City's economic investigation team received the news from Anzhou City.

The suspect in the Sun Yuting fraud case was caught!

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