National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 340 - 340 307 Saving Youth

340: Chapter 307 Saving Youth 340: Chapter 307 Saving Youth Evening.

Yu Wenshu arrived late and saw that the crime scene had already become a scene of workers returning home from work.

Those carrying equipment back, loosening their collars to cool off, and the police officers scrolling through their phones while waiting for the elevator, were all from his own division.

At that moment, Yu Wenshu’s expression turned slightly unpleasant.

As a leader, I indeed arrived late, but you can’t just call it a day like this.

Yu Wenshu’s gaze quickly swept over the badge numbers of several people nearby.

His ability to remember everything he saw allowed him to effortlessly memorize the badge numbers of these fellows.

The officers preparing to leave were terrified.

Everyone was a detective; with one look at a criminal, they could accurately guess what was on the criminal’s mind.

It was the same when they looked at Yu Wenshu—of course, this didn’t mean that the leader was a bad person, although it didn’t mean he was a good one either.

In short, detectives were skilled at reading people.

Having held the position of division chief for so long, Yu Wenshu merely had to twist his hips, and everyone would know whether he had drunk milk the previous night.

His eyes darted over everyone’s badge numbers, clearly with a purpose in mind.

An older officer hesitantly said, “Chief Yu, the case has been solved.

We were just about to tidy up the equipment.”

“Solved?

How come I didn’t know about it?” Yu Wenshu’s gaze swept over, memorizing the officer’s badge number with pinpoint accuracy.

“It’s basically been cracked.

It was… uh, Forensic Jiang Yuan who cracked it.

I heard they’re currently confirming the identity of the suspect.

They will probably call you soon…” The older detective explained continuously.

As he spoke, Yu Wenshu’s phone rang.

“Hello.

Okay, I’ve arrived.

Any leads?

Great, great; I’ll be there in a few steps,” Yu Wenshu said, his brows unfurrowing.

He nodded to the detective whose badge number he had just memorized and walked forward.

The older detective watched Yu Wenshu’s retreating back with a look of despair, sighing, “I’m doomed, now I’ve been remembered for sure.”

“So what if he remembers you; didn’t you explain everything clearly?” A younger detective beside him said, not quite understanding.

The older detective replied helplessly, “You think he’s a god?

All he did was memorize our badge numbers forcefully…”

“Isn’t that what gods do?

If I could have memorized numbers with just a glance, I would’ve gotten into Tsinghua University back then.”

“Naive.

Chief Yu can remember numbers, but he doesn’t remember events.”

“What… what do you mean?”

The older detective spoke earnestly, “It means that Chief Yu will remember our badge numbers, but in a few days, he might forget why he remembered them.

But to Chief Yu, anyone whose badge number he remembers is definitely not good news.

So, we’re in trouble.”

“Ah…

But…

it shouldn’t be like this.

If he performs well, won’t he forget about it?”

“If he performs well, he’ll remember the name…”

…

At the scene.

After Captain Ma’s briefing, Yu Wenshu carefully inspected the crime scene once more, full of satisfaction.

He couldn’t help but pat Jiang Yuan, saying, “You did well with this case.

If it wasn’t for your judgment on the time of death, the victim’s husband would have been in trouble.”

“The case isn’t over yet,” Jiang Yuan modestly replied.

“Just take your time with the rest.

Now that we have so much DNA evidence, along with electronic data, matching it with the victim’s social relationships won’t be too difficult,” Yu Wenshu said after understanding the case.

Like others, his first guess was a crime of passion.

The victim was a typical middle-class family woman in her forties.

She had no notable enemies and no conflicts of interest worth mentioning.

Under such circumstances, premeditated murder was most likely due to a crime of passion.

Adulterous affairs involving middle-aged women are bound to include sexual elements.

Even if Tang Jia’s search of the wifi turned up nothing, it was estimated that clues could be found in the victim’s phone.

If all else fails, hotel records and daily routines could be checked.

In an era where electronic footprints are everywhere, having an affair without the spouse finding out might be possible, but the likelihood of the police not finding out is almost zero.

Yu Wenshu even felt that he didn’t need to issue any extra reminders.

Ma Jiyang was a mature and competent captain of the detective squad; investigating such matters was child’s play to him.

Back when Ma Jiyang investigated his own wife, he didn’t use any of these advanced technologies to avoid breaking discipline.

He went undercover alone, spending day and night gathering comprehensive details of time, place, and person until he was finally able to divorce cleanly and with peace of mind.

Yu Wenshu hurried to the scene and didn’t stay long before leaving with the main force.

Naturally, he didn’t find it bothersome.

The smooth progress of the case was the greatest joy.

Yu Wenshu had no desire to stay at the scene, commanding with authority; instead, he wanted to avoid a long night of work.

The older he got, the more he hoped there would be no cases.

And if there were, he hoped they would be solved quickly.

If a case was particularly tough to crack, he hoped to have Jiang Yuan around…

“Where will Jiang Yuan go next?

I’ll have someone take you,” Yu Wenshu said with concern.

“Go and get some good rest.

We should be able to catch the suspect by tomorrow.”

Ma Jiyang listened without blinking, fully aware that not sleeping was common knowledge for a homicide detective, not worth mentioning.

Jiang Yuan shook his head, “I would like to see the body.”

“Oh?

Why…

Oh, you’re a forensic doctor.” Yu Wenshu slapped his forehead and laughed, “Look at me, my memory isn’t what it used to be.

I used to recite ‘The Great Learning’, mentioning ‘Yao and Shun lead the world with benevolence’ and immediately I could recite ‘and the people followed them’.

Well, I can still recite it now, hahaha…”

“Chief Yu really has a good memory.” Everyone else was somewhat reluctant to flatter Yu Wenshu’s memory anymore, but Ma Jiyang still showed the awareness expected of an officer.

“Send a couple of people to escort Jiang Yuan, stay with him throughout the next few days,” Yu Wenshu ordered Ma Jiyang, adding, “Find some young ones, with good physical condition.

Jiang Yuan is a technical worker, and he has already encountered the assailant at the crime scene twice, which is very bizarre.

We don’t want any more issues; last time, that parkour-runner scared my blood pressure through the roof.”

This was actually a requirement from Huang Qiangmin to Yu Wenshu.

Previously, Huang Qiangmin would arrange for someone to accompany Jiang Yuan to Changyang City, but as Yu Wenshu’s lease grew longer, it became inconvenient for Ningtai County to continue sending people.

On one hand, Ningtai County was short-staffed and sending out three people all at once didn’t feel right.

On the other hand, one had to consider the morale of the assigned personnel; short-term protection was fine, but long-term travel for protection duties was tougher to manage.

With the case progressing smoothly, Ma Jiyang didn’t need too much police force at this point, and he easily assigned two people to Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan didn’t stand on ceremony.

With darkness falling outside, going to the mortuary to perform an autopsy with two people in tow felt reassuring.

…

Mortuary.

The Changyang City mortuary was still as solemn as ever, larger than the one in Ningtai County, yet the air inside felt the same.

Especially in the evening, it felt as if Ningtai’s ghosts had come to work in Changyang.

The two young officers seemed bold but not quite, following Jiang Yuan all the way into the autopsy room and then sighing quietly with relief.

They then saw a body lying face up with its sternum cracked open.

“I…” The youngest one, with the least experience, turned to leave the autopsy room, thought of the mortuary outside, and stopped in his tracks.

Ye Tianhe arrived a bit earlier, working with his colleague and now covered in red, he exposed a pale smile and said kindly, “Don’t vomit on the floor, alright, or you’ll have to clean it.”

Jiang Yuan also put on a friendly expression and said, “I’m here to help.”

Ye Tianhe was actually a bit uncomfortable but didn’t want to lash out at someone offering a smile.

Seeing that Jiang Yuan wasn’t there to mock him, he adjusted his mood and said, “I just looked at the hyoid bone, it’s not broken, but the neck muscles are discolored.

She must have been strangled with a ligature.

Anterior strangled, a single, soft ligature mark consistent with the width of the hanging rope.

The murderer came well-prepared.”

“Anterior strangulation,” also known as typical strangulation, is when the force is applied to the front of the neck, consistent with hanging.

There are other types, including lateral and posterior strangulation.

Ligature marks refer to the trace formed by the strangling material, and a soft ligature mark means that the skin’s surface peeling is slight, often used to judge the softness or hardness of the strangling material.

Additionally, the number of ligature marks can help determine whether the ligature was a fixed or sliding type.

For forensic doctors, strangulation is an extensively studied field, which means a lot of information can be communicated with professional terminology in just a few words.

From this perspective, the professionalism of the suspect had declined.

In this day and age, still trying to fake a suicide by hanging is simply too naïve.

“Was the stomach content collected?” Jiang Yuan’s main goal was to confirm the time of death.

After all, this was the first time he was using this skill and needed additional information to support it.

“It’s been collected.

And already sent for examination, the time of death matches the estimate of around 10 o’clock,” Ye Tianhe had also conducted this check thoroughly, but even with stomach content examination, the precision wasn’t that high, it could only suggest that it was consistent with that time period.

In fact, determining the exact time of death had always been extremely difficult, to be precise was even harder.

Ye Tianhe’s estimation wasn’t as accurate as Jiang Yuan’s, but that was to be expected.

Jiang Yuan simply said, “The murderer must have planned this carefully, probably trying to stage the scene as a suicide by hanging at first.

If that failed, next step would be to frame the husband…

The plan was too complicated, which made it easier to slip up.”

This remark was met with agreement from everyone else.

With the investigative methods available now, it doesn’t matter how much the murderer tries to mislead; professional evidence from various fields will always help correct the trail and pieces of evidence.

The more the murderer does, the more they risk exposing themselves.

Jiang Yuan then re-examined the neck of the deceased and worked with Ye Tianhe to examine the uterus.

During this time, a pale blue bead rolled into Jiang Yuan’s hand.

The legacy of Liu Meiyuan: cosplay (LV2) — As Liu Meiyuan entered her forties, she could no longer pretend to be young.

Cosplay, once a minor hobby, became a lifeline for salvaging her life and clinging to her youth.

Compared to the younger cosplayers, Liu Meiyuan could wear makeup for longer, skin, strike bolder poses, and occasionally, pick some young people who caught her eye to teach them some fresh knowledge.