After attending Cai Xiaonian's wedding, Wang Yan left Ningyang again, taking a large group of people around the province to provide technical support.
Just as officials from other cities had once come to Ningyang looking for him with photographs, this time, in each city, units from the districts under its jurisdiction came looking for him with photographs—or even bones. After all, the distances were shorter now, making things more convenient.
Naturally, Wang Yan turned no one away. He had plenty of people under him. The police officers he had trained in technical work would conduct the initial examinations, then line up before him for review. As the process kept cycling, everyone's skills improved to varying degrees.
Of course, during this time, Wang Yan also took part in solving several active cases. Starting with autopsies, when there were witnesses, he would sketch composite portraits to reconstruct the killer's appearance. He even demonstrated his skill in fingerprint comparison, criminal psychology, and other areas.
In short, the more cases he encountered, the more abilities he displayed, like someone born with the perfect constitution for criminal investigation.
He traveled through all thirteen prefecture-level cities like that, spending more than half a year solving hundreds of backlogged cases and apprehending over a thousand suspects. This technical support operation was a complete success.
Wang Yan's achievements were outstanding, his record formidable. His name became even more widely known, reaching all the way to Beijing.
In truth, his name had reached Beijing long ago. His earlier exploits catching thieves had been simply too impressive, and afterward, he had written books and spread his techniques. Naturally, he had entered Beijing's field of view.
In fact, anyone who did something exceptionally well would enter Beijing's field of view. Good calligraphy with wide circulation, well-made films with high praise and