National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 428 - 428 395 Harvest

428: Chapter 395 Harvest 428: Chapter 395 Harvest Noon.

Lunchtime.

A food cart with 8 dishes, accompanied by a row of 8 snack carts.

The food cart was borrowed from the police station, and the dishes and rice on it were prepared by the head chef of the police station’s canteen.

The snack carts had been invited, their owners were night market vendors; the police had paid them—more precisely, Xu Taining had someone pay them—to serve at the crime scene, and the officers had to pay the usual price for the snacks, which meant extra income for the vendors.

Of course, the introduction from familiar community police officers and assistants also played a significant role.

There were as many as 5 groups of such food and snack carts along the 110-kilometer route.

Each group served an average of just over 200 police officers, as well as civil servants and “volunteers” from certain departments who came to help later on.

Based on a meal cost of 20 yuan per person, this meal cost the police department over 20,000 yuan for more than 1000 people.

Meanwhile, the 40 police dogs cost an average of 50 yuan each, totaling 2000 yuan.

Of course, these expenses are negligible compared to the rent for the chartered buses, construction vehicles, pickup trucks used for commuting, and the fuel costs for the police department’s own fleet of over a hundred small cars.

Not to mention the hidden labor costs, which weren’t even taken into account.

However, overall, the leaders of the Luyang City Bureau remained relatively calm.

They could worry about the expenses later; for now, their primary task was to solve the case.

As long as there was progress in the investigation and hope to crack case 805, the expenditures were understandable.

This situation was somewhat better than the one two years prior.

There’s a difference between spending a lot of money without any results and spending a hefty sum but gaining something in return.

Jiang Yuan drove directly to the forensic autopsy room in Luyang City.

Who would have thought that Luyang City Bureau, just like this, would actually have established a separate forensic autopsy room?

Although it was still inside the funeral home, at least it was an independent building with separate morgue and ice coffins.

“Luyang has pretty good facilities,” Jiang Yuan said as he helped lift a body onto the van, looking around as he walked.

The small two-story building included a basement that didn’t look large, but with such a setup, theoretically, Luyang City could handle three to five murder cases a day.

This was comparable to the level of a medium to large-sized city in the United States, very much in line with international standards.

Mei Fang smiled and said, “It’s only been built for a few years.

We were timely.”

Jiang Yuan said, “Luyang’s economy seems average, and the number of homicide cases doesn’t seem too high.

How could your police station afford it?”

“Because several cold cases were occupying the ice coffins, and we owed the funeral home too much money to pay back, we had no choice but to build a separate one,” Mei Fang replied earnestly.

Jiang Yuan paused, “You didn’t have money to pay the funeral home, but had the funds to build a building?”

“Because you can take out a bank loan to build a building.”

“Don’t you have to pay back the loan?”

Mei Fang glanced at the young Jiang Yuan and said, “Of course, the loan will be repaid by the next term.”

Jiang Yuan looked down at the body and said, “Everyone else would say it’s a desperate measure.”

Mei Fang chuckled, then felt it was inappropriate and reined in his smile, saying, “As long as you can vindicate these victims, the leaders will praise you with smiles.

You don’t even need to go that far, just being able to confirm their identities would make the leaders willing to grin and bear it.”

“Actually, there’s not much difference,” Jiang Yuan followed Mei Fang into the autopsy room, pushing the cart to an empty autopsy table where he piled the body bags before going to get another one.

Mei Fang clicked his tongue twice and said, “Captain Jiang, you are certainly confident.”

“It’s not about confidence.

The hardest part, we’ve actually already passed.

With killers who dump bodies, once you find where they’ve buried the bodies, especially multiple bodies, as long as you find where the bodies came from, the case should be almost solved,” Jiang Yuan answered with both experience and confidence.

Cases like these are actually quite difficult to solve, but the more difficult the case, the easier it becomes a cold case.

Therefore, Jiang Yuan, having dealt with such cases, may have experienced more in his career than most ordinary police officers do in a lifetime, accumulating rich experience.

Indeed, killers who dispose of bodies by burying them generally do so because the bodies could be linked back to them.

Often, some links are covert and not so easy to notice, or could be overlooked by the police.

But as the number of bodies increases, connections inevitably become more apparent.

After hauling two loads, they finally managed to transport all the bodies and an entire family of insects into the room.

The insects had been placed in the compartment next to the dissection room.

Later, a professional forensic entomologist would come to take care of them.

Jiang Yuan’s limited knowledge in forensic entomology was enough only to diagnose the time of death—the interdisciplinary nature of his Level 6 skill was strong, but he did not possess the broader range of skills that forensic entomology covered.

However, with his mastery of skills such as Time of Death Determination Level 6, Forensic Clinical Medicine Level 3, Forensic Pathology Level 4, and Forensic Material Evidence Level 4, Jiang Yuan believed that the subsequently dissected number three and number four should be able to provide enough information.

Mu Zhiyang and another young criminal policeman had been strongly requested to join today’s autopsy work.

Mei Fang had no dissection assistants; she had to do all the miscellaneous work in the autopsy room herself, even if it meant working overtime until late at night, alone in a separate two-story building, accompanied by corpses—other professions, when impoverished, would still have vigor, whereas impoverished forensic doctors would become peculiarly neurotic.

Bodies number three and four had been placed on two separate dissection tables.

On the left dissection table lay number three, mainly consisting of a thigh and a significant part of the pelvis.

On the right was number four, primarily the bisected upper body, including most of the neck and mush-like viscera.

The buckets containing rotten flesh and decaying viscera were placed at the foot of the dissection tables.

When Mei Fang poured them out, everyone’s eyes were filled with tears.

Sometimes, some things can indeed fill people with tears.

“Do you still need the eggs and pupae?” Mei Fang’s voice, even through the mask, sounded like it was stirring up a foul odor.

Mu Zhiyang felt as if he was submerged in an ocean of liquefied stench.

Hearing Mei Fang’s words and glancing back at the mushy rotten flesh, he vomited without hesitation.

The young policeman who had been holding it in could no longer restrain himself.

He didn’t even have time to remove his face mask; it just sprayed right onto it.

“The bathroom is inside, it’s easier to clean up if you puke in the trough…

It’s fine if you vomit outside too, just rinse it off with water…” Mei Fang seemed unfazed, as the current state of the corpses was likely to induce vomiting, especially since their heads were not intact; otherwise, by this point, ordinary officers wouldn’t make it to the autopsy room without vomiting up bile due to the burst-like eyeballs and the excessively swollen and discolored faces.

Jiang Yuan was busy handling the corpses, not even glancing at the two in the bathroom.

Once you start vomiting, you have to keep doing it until you blend into the environment.

Anything you say or do in the meantime is pointless.

“Number three’s time of death is approximately 15 months ago.

There’s a proliferation on the ankle, and the remaining ligaments also look wrong.

There must have been a long-term injury; she definitely would have seen a doctor for this.

We can check the hospital records,” Jiang Yuan conducted a general examination of the body, then opened an old case file he carried with him.

The victim’s identity had been confirmed through an X-ray of a fracture.

However, that process was too lengthy and somewhat probabilistic; Jiang Yuan wouldn’t adopt it again unless it was a Level 5 difficulty.

However, if only bodies number one and two had been available, the difficulty of this case would definitely have exceeded Level 5.

Now, it was Jiang Yuan and Liu Jinghui, using technology, intelligence, and courage, mainly someone else’s money, who forcibly lowered the difficulty of the case.

Just having one more quarter of a 15-month-old corpse, with a bonus pelvis, already yielded a lot of information.

Jiang Yuan had yet to examine the additional half-section of the body but was already filled with anticipation.

Mei Fang spent a little extra time, like a competent dissection assistant, preparing all kinds of instruments, and then getting dressed neatly before coming forward.

She lowered her head to examine the corpse arranged by Jiang Yuan, especially the ankle, and nodded, saying, “With her ankle like this, she would have been unable to walk normally for some time.

Colleagues or acquaintances might have noticed.”

“Right.

Adding to the previous estimation, age 30, height 168 cm, weight 110…

no additional information is apparent at the moment,” Jiang Yuan measured the dimensions on the dissection table again to ensure his previous judgment was correct, and then said, “We can start by comparing with the missing persons database.

If there are multiple results, we will have to use a process of elimination.”

Jiang Yuan and Mei Fang conversed in hushed tones.

Meanwhile, the sound of vomiting from within the bathroom gradually subsided.

Then, Mu Zhiyang turned on the shower, rinsing as he muttered, “What is this you’re throwing up?

Why is it still connected by tendons?”

The young policeman, still vomiting, was interrupted in mid act, looked up perplexedly, and then said, “Bits and pieces.”

“Really so much tendon?

Didn’t you chew properly?”

“It was a bit spicy.”

“I like spicy too.

Which restaurant’s?”

“The one near the city center, next to Central Square.

No, why are you suddenly asking this…ugh…” The young officer couldn’t hold back any longer and continued to vomit violently.

“You seem a bit like you’re messing around on purpose.

Well, I’ll go out to help then.

When you’re done vomiting, come out on your own,” Mu Zhiyang said, wiping his mouth and leaving the bathroom full of bits and pieces.