Chapter 129 Speaking for the Injured
The victim's husband also saw that Wu Jun and Jiang Yuan seemed to be disbelieving, and explained in a low voice: "I just blocked it, and the injury was not serious. The man turned around and ran away."
If you block it once, you will have a splash injury, but if you block it a few times, you will get a few hits, unless there is no injury.
Wu Jun and Jiang Yuan smiled even more weirdly.
This shows that the person in front of me knows nothing about bloodstains.
As we all know, splash injuries are very easy to see. If you want to simulate it, just bring a cup of blood... If you don't have it, you can also use urine instead. Put a big cup in it and pour it on the white wall. This will reveal the injury. Blood stains or yellow urine stains are what a splash injury looks like.
Of course, if you only want to see it for a short time, you can use water instead.
The man in front of him was obviously telling lies with his eyes open. Although there was blood where he pointed, it didn't look like blood from a splatter injury at all. This wasn't revealed immediately.
You don't even know about bloodstains, but you still dare to kill people?
The development of the modern criminal investigation field has long raised the threshold for violent crimes.
If you run away after cutting, it may take some time for the police to locate the suspect. This time, I returned to the crime scene as an eyewitness. It turned out that I didn't even have any foundation in bloodstain science, so how could I make it up?
Wu Jun raised his chin and signaled to the two criminal policemen behind him.
The detectives who appeared on the scene were smarter than dogs. They wrinkled their noses, and then used the corner of their eyes to pay attention to the position of their companions. Then they took two steps forward at the same time, and immediately grabbed the man's arm.
"Don't move." The old policeman here said, and the younger Kaka put on the handcuffs.
The cold handcuffs were a little heavy, as if they were being forced to hold the handle.
The victim's husband's face turned a brown color.
"I really am... I just blocked the knife. Why are you arresting me?" The victim's husband struggled uneasily for a few times, wanting to call someone, but he didn't dare to.
The rural areas in Beiningtai are very particular about unity. Including Jiangcun, if you shout in the village, someone will jump out to help.
But the man hesitated and still defended himself: "If you don't believe it, you can ask a portrait master and I will tell you what that person looks like."
Naturally, Wu Jun would not follow his train of thought, so he followed the murder weapon and asked, "Did the person you mentioned run away holding a hatchet, or did he drop the hatchet and run away."
The man thought for a moment and said, "He ran away with a hatchet in his hand."
"How did you escape? Can you point me to where I ran from?"
The man then casually drew a line in the yard.
Jiang Yuan stepped forward and took a look. This was wrong. There were no blood stains from weapons on the line you were running on.
Of course, the murderer could also wipe the blood from the stab wound. But what to use? My clothes are obviously too short, and the toilet paper I bring with me may not be enough. Besides, where do I throw the paper after wiping? Carrying it around is another hassle.
If you really want to wipe the blood on the knife, the more appropriate solution is to use your own underwear. After wiping the blood, put it on again. This will not affect your movements and will not be easily noticed on the road.
But even if he does this, there must be a place for him to stay and change his clothes.
Wu Jun waved his hand: "It's full of lies, take it back."
"I didn't lie, I didn't lie!" The man shouted loudly.
The villagers who had already gathered nearby slowly gathered around.
The detective holding the suspect was afraid of being pulled, so he wisely stopped.
Wu Jun said loudly: "Through our preliminary investigation, we currently believe that Liu Xiuying was stabbed by her husband. We have also collected DNA evidence. When we return to the police station, we will make further conclusions based on the evidence." .”
The villagers were a little curious and stood still. They didn't say anything if they wanted to say anything. They just looked at the men and detectives in the circle.
The suspect received support, and his back became much stronger. He shouted again: "I didn't lie, you are arresting people randomly."
"The police can actually see a lot of things from the blood stains." Jiang Yuan turned around and entered the yard, preparing to educate the villagers.
He is very familiar with these villages and villagers in Beiningtai. The villages here generally have ancestral halls, close social relations, and a tradition of fighting. Even in the face of power, they will not bow easily.
On the other hand, the villagers are not unreasonable when it comes to reasoning. To be precise, the village has its own set of principles, and the village will not treat it as a holy book just because you change a law outside.
Jiang Yuan could only choose their reasonable side, entered the yard, stood in front of the splattered blood, and said: "Where the hair begins here, based on the shape of the blood, we can find that the victim's arm The location is here, and the murderer is holding a knife in his right hand..."
Jiang Yuan introduced what the splatter-like blood stains were like telling a story.
Then, Jiang Yuan came to the pool of blood again and said slowly: "After the victim was chopped, she retreated to this position. She was in pain and very scared. With the blood loss, her strength decreased, and she may have given up." , so I sat here with my hands on the steps, and everyone could see the blood flowing."
Jiang Yuan looked at the man again and said: "The murderer was still waving weapons at this time, so here, there are fluttering blood stains..."
He pointed at the wall, and it was indeed dotted with tadpoles.
The tadpoles formed by blood stains will release many tails at low speed or large angle.
At high speeds and small angles, its tail will merge into one, and then become a thick spindle shape, and a slender spindle shape.
All in all, blood stain analysis started in the 1950s and was quickly studied to death. A room full of blood is equivalent to countless delayed actions for people who are good at it, and there are many conclusions that can be drawn.
Jiang Yuan told the villagers how to analyze blood stains, and did not care about spending more time.
This is not only to popularize the law, but also to solve problems.
Instead of sending a group of troops from each side, yelling at each other, persisting for several hours, and then relying on the riot squad to take their side back, Jiang Yuan would rather spend time telling everyone about the situation at the crime scene.
It was also a disguised form of reporting to Wu Jun and other colleagues about his ability in blood stain analysis.
After all, these are LV5 skills, and there will definitely be opportunities to use them in the future. Proving them now will also help with later work.
To the villagers, Jiang Yuan's explanation was the same thing. As time went by, everyone's tough attitudes would naturally soften.
Since ancient times, people have not fought with officials. The villagers in Beiningtai have relatively tough folk customs, but they are not fearless.
You should be afraid, but you are still afraid.
If it was a strong confrontation, the villagers who gathered around would be better off holding on. Now it has become a soft introduction, and the villagers are inexplicably peaceful.
In the end, Jiang Yuan completed a simple reconstruction of the crime scene under the watch of the villagers. In terms of situation analysis, it was unnecessary. But he did it with ease, and the results were pleasing to everyone.
Except for the victim’s husband.
When he was taken into the police car under the eyes of his fellow villagers, his whole body was close to collapse.
He also knows now that although what he did was not captured by a camera, it was better than being captured by a camera.
The police have identified the person he chopped. The victim's husband can't think of a reason to sue. He can only say in anger and fear: "My wife said she forgives me. I just need to be nice to her in the future. You guys Why are you arresting me? Why are you arresting me?"
"Severe injury is criminal responsibility. It doesn't matter whether your wife holds you accountable." The detective who sat down with him glanced at him disdainfully.
"My wife's hand was broken and I was arrested again. What will happen to my baby? Do you provide food? Do you care?" The man struggled and twisted, his tone full of anger.
The detective held him down and shouted louder: "Your wife's hand is broken, wasn't it cut off by you? Isn't it because you cut off your wife's hand that you are going to jail?"
The man's courage was just that moment ago. Now he was yelled at by the police and he immediately shrank into a ball.
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Jiang Yuan and Wu Jun each had a cigarette. Sitting in a car without air conditioning, the Chinese cigarettes were not that fragrant.
What the man said in the end made no sense, but it was indeed a problem.
Just weird and unreasonably weird.
Jiang Yuan has become more knowledgeable.
The old forensic doctor Wu Jun swallowed the Chinese and said in the smoke: "Although we broke the case, the victim whose hand was cut off might not be grateful to us. Instead, he would scold us like the man."
Jiang Yuan nodded helplessly. He roughly knew it from the fact that the victim didn't tell the murderer.
"But what we do is useful. We are practicing medicine. We don't have to talk about the human world so much. For the dead and injured, we will try our best to do our own thing well and let there be less injustice in the world. Bai Zhigu, if you die, you must understand clearly, and if you live, you can live clearly."
Jiang Yuan listened to the master's words, nodded seriously, and said: "In our first class in college, the teacher said that the best thing about forensic medicine is to make people open-minded and get used to the alternation of life and death. No problem is a problem. Live well. , better than anything else.”
Wu Jun choked on his own second-hand smoke, coughed a few times, and continued to praise: "Your blood stain analysis is really good and solid. It shows that you listened carefully in class and studied hard. There are not many young people like you nowadays." Come on, work hard and you will definitely be better than me, Master."
Jiang Yuan silently took out another pack of cigarettes and handed it to the master...