Chapter 637: Under the Skin
Three o'clock in the morning.
Thousands of lights.
Dots of stars above, sparks of fire below, the newly built areas dotted with factories seem to be brewing with great power, doing push-ups on the ground.
Qian Tongyi had a cigarette in his mouth, Liu Cheng had a cigarette in his mouth, and Jiang Yuan had a cigarette in his mouth...
After the lime was peeled away, the stinky smell that had been accumulated for many days burst out. Even a forensic doctor would find it smelly. It's just that he has a stronger tolerance. The body had just been transported out, and a few people came out for some air.
The work is not finished yet. In theory, so much lime is still evidence. The bricks must also be taken back. Testing is part of it, and a few pieces must be taken as evidence.
In addition, there were several walls built in the room. Qian Tongyi wanted to pry open them and take a look.
Jiang Yuan was not ready to go in for the time being. After smoking a cigarette, Jiang Yuan took out his mobile phone and sent a message while saying: "I am going to book a Cantonese morning tea. This restaurant also has Chaoshan casserole porridge. The one with various ingredients, quite fresh and delicious.”
Qian Tongyi frowned: "Is the Chaoshan casserole porridge you're talking about the kind with a lot of offal in it?"
Several men who were smoking showed signs of retching.
Jiang Yuan sighed and said: "There are also ones with seafood, and there are other types. Everything can be made into casserole porridge. I don't understand it very well, but it probably looks like this..."
"It doesn't matter if it's not offal. Pig brains don't do it either. Pig brains can't stand it either." Liu Cheng waved his hand. He was a pure northerner and he always ate simply.
Jiang Yuan responded and asked: "How many people are ordered?"
"Just the whole team, let's control the funds, 30 yuan per person." Qian Tongyi said.
30 yuan is about the price of a super order and a pot of tea. If an old man has morning tea by himself, it's no problem. It will definitely not be enough for a group of hungry wolf-like guys.
Jiang Yuan waved his hand: "Today is a special situation. Brothers have worked hard. I'm treating you."
"This... is not good." Qian Tongyi was really embarrassed and said hurriedly: "It would be better to increase the funding. It is better to settle the public accounts. I will reimburse you in your name later."
"Well, then I'll order first, and I'll ask Bureau Huang to find the remaining portion for reimbursement later." Jiang Yuan said, and sent a message to the boss: "50 portions for each extra order."
Of course, there are not 50 people this time, but there are only two or three Cantonese-style dim sums each, and four or five are considered a lot. Double or triple the amount, and you will still not be full.
After finishing breakfast three hours later, Jiang Yuan took a long breath, took out another round of Chinese food, and then returned to Shang Geyong's new house with the others, smelling of cigarette smoke.
It stinks, it still stinks.
Fortunately, the scene was almost cleaned up. Jiang Yuan turned around to look at the crime scene and quickly fell into thinking.
The level of crime scene investigation has increased, and more information can be obtained. A lot can be seen in a rough house like this.
But on the other hand, there are more people coming to decorate, leaving more footprints and so on. The most troublesome thing is that in this kind of room, the decorators will always stand, squat, lie down, and ride on all kinds of strange things. In the corners and positions of the crime scene, those who analyze the crime scene are covered in gray.
A bit asking for trouble, but also a bit fun.
When everything was completed and the police left one after another, it was already six o'clock in the morning.
There are older police officers who can't help but go home at this time. Even if there are free refreshments, the middle-aged and elderly people who have stayed up all night can't bear it. On the other hand, the young police officers were very active and enthusiastic, as if they wanted to impoverish the police station.
Qian Tongyi is really afraid of being poor. As the saying goes, if you are a young man, you will be poor. I am not talking about this group of brats.
He deliberately stood in front of Jiang Yuan and whispered: "Let's not order anything too expensive."
"It's already ordered." Jiang Yuan explained: "There are so many of us. If we don't make a reservation in advance, we won't have food when we arrive."
"That's right..."
Fortunately, the teahouse was right in front of the criminal police detachment, so we didn't waste any time. When we got there, the owner showed his warm and hospitable side, making everyone's meal quite enjoyable.
Only Qian Tongyi was thinking about how to explain to Yu Zhi.
After the meal, Jiang Yuan went home and took a nap. In the afternoon, he returned to the police station and followed the forensic doctors from the Changyang City Bureau to dispose of the body.
For the police, the current focus has shifted to tracing the wall workers.
Nowadays, the police don't even know this person's real name, which is relatively rare in this era of big data. Of course, it's not surprising. The Sanhe masters were originally heavy participants in various incidents.
The corpse treated with quicklime is another strong taste experience.
As we all know, a very important task in forensic work is to take samples and slices of the internal organs of the corpse. If there are no internal organs, or if the internal organs have been left for too long and have become rotten, there is nothing we can do, but if there is a way...
Jiang Yuan didn't know whether he could successfully sample the internal organs that had been treated with quicklime, but he still took them. It just took a lot of time and energy.
The tender internal organs were brutally pulled out by the murderer, then sprinkled with quicklime and rubbed...
If it were a normal internal organ, after such treatment, none of it would be usable. However, if it is used for sampling, even if it has been rubbed with quicklime, there will still be usable tissue.
Jiang Yuan used a lot of solvents to clean the quicklime, mainly various oils. He washed it with water until the internal organs were almost clean, and then continued to wax the pieces.
It is difficult to wax the internal organs. When spreading the pieces out, they will break if you are not careful. The internal organs that had been insulted by quicklime were even softer. That is, Jiang Yuan's LV4 forensic pathology and LV4 forensic evidence science worked together to make them so beautiful.
Apart from anything else, if a forensic doctor with this technology could open a central kitchen and specialize in kung fu dishes such as broadsword loin slices, he would definitely be at a cross-border level.
In particular, LV4's forensic science is of greater help when dealing with internal organs. Jiang Yuan estimated that one would need a half-level LV3 forensic science to be able to clearly deal with internal organs of this level. To apply it on a large scale, it requires real LV3 forensic medicine.
Several cooperating forensic doctors felt like they had learned something.
Daily dissection of corpses, especially the process of dissection, is actually not difficult. The main problem is nausea and odor. It is rare to make further judgments based on this point. Slicing is a project with relatively high technical requirements and is time- and energy-consuming. This is why many forensic doctors spend a lot of time under the microscope.
For Jiang Yuan, dissecting the corpse itself was not difficult.
At this time, only part of the flesh and skin of the corpse was left, but it was not just bones. The troublesome part was mainly the mummy-like flesh and skin on the outside. Forensic doctors don't know much about corpses in this form, and there isn't much relevant data to support them. It's difficult to make an effective judgment just by looking at them.
"It's better to cook it." Jiang Yuan said, preparing to inspect the body and then throw it into the pot.
The Changyang Municipal Bureau has good conditions and has a cooking pot that looks like a Japanese bathtub. That is, a bathtub whose height is greater than its length and width.
This kind of bathtub or pot can collect heat better, the temperature rises quickly, and the heat required to maintain the temperature is low. It is a green and environmentally friendly product.
Several forensic doctors were busy turning on the machine and adding water - the principle is actually similar to that of an ordinary hot water kettle. The bottom has a built-in heating function, but adding water is more time-consuming.
While he was busy, Jiang Yuan put down the pelvis of the corpse and said, "How old is Shang Geyong?"
A forensic doctor without gloves immediately clicked on the PAD and said: "About 40 years old, let me check... It seems to be 38 years old."
"The age doesn't match up a bit." Jiang Yuan looked at the pelvic bone that looked like it had been polished, and directly removed part of the remaining flesh on it, and then looked at it and said: "At most 33 years old, it should be 32, 33 years old. . It’s been 5 years.”
"Changed the age? 5 years old is not an exaggeration." Some forensic doctors are well-informed.
Jiang Yuan said "hmm", looked at the twisted body again, and said: "The DNA has been sent for testing, right? Let's check the results. Let's lay out the body and measure the height and the length of the feet..."
The expressions of several people present became much more serious, and several people quickly stepped forward and placed the body as straightly as possible.
"The height is about the same. The feet should be a little different."
Jiang Yuan became suspicious and looked even more carefully. He soon found the clue after peeling off the flesh of his legs with a knife: "Shang Geyong was a skier and had cracks in his fibula. There were no cracks in this body." Similar traces.”
Jiang Yuan didn't hesitate anymore, took off his gloves, and called Qian Tongyi: "The deceased is not Shang Geyong!"