National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 396 - 396 363 All is True

396: Chapter 363 All is True 396: Chapter 363 All is True The forensic doctor Qiu Xing’s abilities were at a level 2.5 in forensic pathology, which was just enough for him to understand what Jiang Yuan was doing.

Put simply, it was about inferring the murderer based on the state of the victim’s injuries.

One could estimate the assailant’s strength and the position from which force was applied based on the depth and angle of the wound left by a knife.

When a hammer struck the skull, the shattered bones could be used to infer the assailant’s height, dominance of hand, as well as their strength, among other factors.

The human body is an excellent force recipient, and moreover, sufficiently researched.

For instance, when dealing with the same hammer blow, if it struck a wall, investigators might have to look up the data to estimate the strength, but with the human body, experienced forensic doctors could recite the data from memory.

If the injury left a mark on a bone, there would be even more factors to speculate on.

However, all of these were just techniques Qiu Xing had heard about; he had never done anything like that.

Not to mention the many regression equations involved in the so-called thorough research of the human body, which Qiu Xing found difficult to look up—regression equations are a form of summarization and are not as stable and authoritative as theorems or formulas, which means most of them have a limited range of application.

For example, determining a person’s height based on the size of their foot is definitely related to race or geographic region.

When it comes to assessing strength, there are even more factors involved.

Therefore, faced with different people in different environments, Qiu Xing couldn’t even be sure of which regression equation to use for his calculations.

Of course, what was more magical was memorizing these regression equations, just as Jiang Yuan was demonstrating.

To Qiu Xing, it felt like reciting the longest piece he knew, “Mulan Ci,” while Jiang Yuan had memorized all of the Four Books and Five Classics.

The key was that Jiang Yuan dared to use them in practice and to deliver accurate judgments.

A forensic report is no joke – it plays a critical role in solving cases and guiding the direction of the investigation, and it must be taken very seriously.

A mistake could result in more than just a deduction of points—it could be a waste of everyone’s time and effort at best, or at worst, it could lead to an error in the case, rendering all efforts fruitless.

More seriously, someone could be injured, or even die, as a result.

For Qiu Xing, even if he found a suitable regression equation and seemed to calculate the assailant’s height and weight, he wouldn’t dare to just state it outright.

Because he wasn’t confident he could make such judgment.

But Jiang Yuan had no problem at all.

He was not only confident but also made numerous judgments.

Looking at the four bodies one by one, Mu Zhiyang’s notebook was quickly filled with Jiang Yuan’s notes.

As Jiang Yuan examined further, he did more than just give judgments; he also made meticulous modifications:

“The one who tied the ropes shows an imbalance in strength between his hands, likely due to an injury or having issues with his legs.”

“The one who used the hammer left the most traces.

You see, the blood spatters he flung indicate that his movements were quite unrestrained, without hesitation.

It’s possible he’s committed similar crimes before, or at the very least, he’s someone who used to fight frequently.”

“The knife user was not very skilled.

The indecision can be seen from the way the cuts were made.”

As Jiang Yuan gave answers one after another, Qiu Xing listened for so long that he became numb to them.

His state was somewhat like that of someone who had been doing an activity for so long that they had become numb and stiff.

At that moment, Jiang Yuan asked for paper and pen and began writing and sketching.

Jiang Yuan took a considerable amount of time drawing.

Suddenly, there appeared an image of an octagonal hammer on the desk, complete with annotated dimensions.

With level 2 sketching skills, even a little effort could produce an impressive result.

Then, Jiang Yuan drew an image of a knife.

It was a machete with a wide back and a blade that seemed capable of cutting down a small tree in a single stroke.

Jiang Yuan blurred out the handle part but focused on the blade, especially highlighting two damaged points where it had been nicked.

Once again, Qiu Xing’s curiosity was piqued, like someone who had become numb from exercise suddenly experiencing an unusual stimulus, reawakening them.

But once awake, Qiu Xing regretted it yet again.

“Is this the shape of the murder weapon?” Qiu Xing guessed the content of Jiang Yuan’s drawing.

Jiang Yuan nodded, “Just making a rough judgment.”

Qiu Xing just chuckled.

The drawing was so detailed, even the nicks on the knife were marked.

And you say it’s a “rough” “estimate”?

After laughing, Qiu Xing’s expression gradually became serious again.

He had heard plenty of impressive stories, but he hadn’t actually met that many impressive people.

If he just watched Jiang Yuan at work today, later on, he would probably have an impressive story to tell.

But then, Qiu Xing had a second thought…

Unable to help himself, Qiu Xing moved a bit closer to Jiang Yuan and whispered, “Captain Jiang, how did you draw this knife mark?”

“Oh, that…

It should actually be considered a skill of tool mark analysis,” Jiang Yuan explained briefly.

“Tool marks…” Qiu Xing gritted his teeth: “This seems a bit different from the trace analysis our team does.”

“Yeah, it’s a little more difficult,” Jiang Yuan noticed that Qiu Xing wanted to learn and told him the truth, “In terms of difficulty, the tool mark analysis technique I use should be harder than forensic pathology.”

Jiang Yuan’s forensic pathology was Level 4, and his tool mark analysis was Level 6.

The difference between the two was enough for a normal person to spend 20 years learning, if they were lucky.

Qiu Xing was a bit disappointed.

Being a forensic doctor himself, he knew how difficult Jiang Yuan’s forensic pathology was.

He had hoped to learn a few tricks, but it turned out he was still facing a solid wall of knowledge.

“It’s that difficult!” Qiu Xing sighed with a bit of unwillingness, then asked, “How long did it take for you to learn this?”

Seeing that Jiang Yuan was young, he wanted to estimate the time.

Jiang Yuan replied, “I mainly figured it out by myself.”

Qiu Xing couldn’t help but widen his eyes: “How did you figure it out?”

“Actually, it didn’t take very long.

I’ve dissected no more than a hundred bodies so far,” Jiang Yuan gave an example using his forensic pathology skill.

Qiu Xing understood at once.

A favorite child of the heavens, master of talent, right?

Indeed, what’s there to say about a favorite of fortune – no, about someone fortune spoon-feeds?

Perhaps Jiang Yuan could teach him, but that would require a long time and a huge investment of effort, something Qiu Xing couldn’t commit to on a whim.

Jiang Yuan continued with his work when a pale blue bean-shaped object slid into the palm of his hand:

The legacy of Ma Zhongli—Fishing (Level 3): Ma Zhongli was an excellent designer and a loving father, but what he was best at, what he loved most, was fishing.

Overcoming numerous difficulties, braving all obstacles, arriving at a vast body of water on a cool morning to caste his line, those moments were Ma Zhongli’s happiest, and if necessary, he would start even in the cold early dawn.

Design was his career, fishing was his life…

Jiang Yuan accepted Ma Zhongli’s legacy with a sigh.

A Level 3 skill was already impressive.

Ma Zhongli could have had the chance to become a star in the fishing grounds, yet who could have thought he would die in a home invasion?

Yes, Jiang Yuan had already classified the case as a home invasion.

However, he wasn’t ready to disclose it yet, as the crime scene hadn’t been fully examined.

Still, after Jiang Yuan finished his autopsy and submitted his multiple conclusions to the task force, it caused quite a stir.

“This is too detailed!”

“Isn’t this too assumptive?”

“What’s the basis for these judgments?

Just giving us a few pieces of paper, who’s going to take responsibility if they’re wrong?”

“Should we adjust the direction of the investigation?”

In the meeting room of the Chiyong City Criminal Police Brigade, the air was filled with smoke and continuous voices of discussion.

Yuan Ben sat in a corner, glanced at Wang Chuanxing with some concern, and whispered, “Don’t be angry, everyone is just sharing their thoughts based on the facts.

It’s not against you…

”

Wang Chuanxing’s expression was stern, but his tone was quite relaxed: “It’s okay, Captain Jiang is often like this.

And besides, this is a good thing.”

“A good thing?

Why?” Yuan Ben didn’t quite understand.

“It means that none of the technicians who can understand what Captain Jiang is doing, so the actual difficulty of solving the case might not be that great,” Wang Chuanxing expressed his view like a true top student.

Yuan Ben pondered for a while before he understood Wang Chuanxing’s meaning: You’re too weak, so the case can’t be that hard!

Yuan Ben was instantly indignant, and yet, he didn’t know how to retort.

This guy, he spoke as if he was telling the truth!