National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 475 - 475 437 Composed (Seeking Monthly Votes)

475: Chapter 437: Composed (Seeking Monthly Votes) 475: Chapter 437: Composed (Seeking Monthly Votes) Changxin Village.

Incoming vehicles, one after another, circled the southeast of the village and found gaps to park in.

Villagers who were excited at the prospect of collecting parking fees got pulled aside for a little education.

Two technical officers from the criminal investigation team, along with the forensic doctor Ye, entered a courtyard in the southeast corner and hadn’t come out until they saw Jiang Yuan—only then did their furrowed brows relax.

“Come in and take a look, it’s a bit of a gruesome scene.”

When Ye saw that Jiang Yuan had really come, his whole demeanor changed.

From the moment he entered the scene, he had been insisting that Hou Lejia invite Jiang Yuan over, not only because he lacked confidence, but also because the atmosphere of the scene was different.

Though Ye’s capabilities were limited and his expertise average, he had worked as a forensic doctor for years and had seen many crime scenes.

Crime scenes created by criminals could immediately indicate to you whether the perpetrator was a novice or, upon a single glance, someone not to be underestimated.

As soon as Jiang Yuan donned his protective gear and equipment and entered, he saw bloodstains starting at the door.

“Was it a killing on the move?

Was the weapon left behind?” Jiang Yuan knew from the bloodstains on the ground and by the wall that it was the work of a rather sharp and heavy long blade.

That single judgment had already reached Level 6 tool mark examination and Level 5 bloodstain analysis.

“It wasn’t left behind, we specifically searched for it,” Ye said with a hint of regret.

This was also a sign of an experienced criminal.

Many novice murderers like to leave the weapon at the scene, as it’s cumbersome to carry something while fleeing, or they fear being caught with the weapon and reported by passersby, or they don’t know how to dispose of the weapon correctly.

In reality, any method of disposal is better than leaving it at the scene.

Because in any homicide case, even with Jiang Yuan’s expertise, it would be difficult for him to immediately determine the type of the weapon, let alone its specific appearance.

Initial judgments are mostly based on guesswork.

Later on, in order to ensure the integrity of the evidence chain, the police will expend great effort to find the weapon.

The investigation of criminal cases is, in essence, a resource contest between the police and the criminals.

Exhausting more police resources theoretically decreases the risk of arrest.

Of course, most criminals don’t consider this far ahead.

If they did, they would understand that avoiding high-violence crimes and not creating a grisly scene would be more advantageous in reducing police involvement.

But most criminals tend to do the opposite.

Ultimately, when they choose to commit crime, their opposition to authority swells.

Doctor Ye, in front of the Hou family, continued, “It feels very composed.

Look, with so much blood spilled, there isn’t even a single bloody footprint on the ground.

There’s even more blood inside, but none stepped in.”

“Indeed,” Jiang Yuan agreed, proceeding along the laid-out planks while observing his surroundings.

This house in Changxin Village was newly built in recent years.

The large entrance courtyard was paved with anti-corrosion wood, and the four-story building, while not huge, had an impressive and bright atmosphere, with an entry hall followed by a large living room with floor-to-ceiling windows.

Of course, now the floor was scattered with lots of blood, the male homeowner’s upper body sprawled against the floor-to-ceiling windows, his waist nearly severed.

The design of the living room was somewhat obscured, but it had an increased sense of style.

There were still no bloody footprints in the bloodstains of the living room.

Jiang Yuandao said, “The murderer avoided walking in the blood that was left.

Indeed, very composed.”

Though the blood that bursts out during a slashing wouldn’t be as much as there was now, avoiding it would still require great care.

Great care meant the murderer was rather calm during the act.

Just this fact alone was extraordinary; most murderers, regardless of their previous planning, would be in a state of agitation at that moment, barely refraining from shouting out, let alone considering consequences.

One of the secret techniques for ancient covert troop movements was to “bite on a piece of wood and remove the horse’s bells,” intended to prevent novices from losing their head and making noise.

At the same time, Jiang Yuan also noticed the numerous footprints in the living room and sighed, asking, “Did villagers come in?”

“Yes, the villagers who discovered it ran out and called for others, and someone even poked the body with a walking stick,” Ye reported, his expression darkening.

Accompanying them was Wang Zhong, the evidence technician, who was taking photographs.

Looking at the state of the body, he said, “It’s this bad, and they still can’t tell the person is dead?”

“They just wanted to touch, what can you do about it,” Ye snorted and said, “There’s also the village elders who are not that innocent.”

The scene’s police officer said, “We took a statement from the old man with the crutch, and videotaped it.

He said he wanted to see if the body was soft or hard, so he poked it a few times.”

“The old man is over sixty, nearly seventy, probably just curious,” Hou Lejia’s face darkened.

This type of incident was the most disgusting, belonging to those problematic cases that are difficult to handle properly but also irritating if not handled.

He naturally didn’t want any complications, so his mindset was to smooth things over and keep the peace.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Jiang Yuan said, having looked through the living room, kitchen, and bathroom, and continued towards the upper floor.

The second body, which was the female homeowner, died at the top of the stairs on the second floor.

The body faced down, forming a pool of blood.

Beyond that was the master bedroom, tossed and turned upside down, along with clothes and shoes scattered all over the floor of the dressing room.

“Some cash was missing, a bit of gold, and the diamonds from the wedding.” Aside from Ye, the other two technicians, who were also older officers, were looked after by Hou Lejia and not sent on business trips out of town.

To their surprise, they encountered an even more brutal crime scene.

However, their technical skills were not bad, and they had ample experience in crime scene investigation, so…

they also suggested to Hou Lejia that Jiang Yuan be asked to return—if useful fingerprints and DNA were not swept up in the initial phase of the crime scene, then instead of hoping to find some later, it was more realistic to wish for the appearance of a crime scene investigator who knew bloodstain analysis, like Jiang Yuan.

Hou Lejia did want to hold out a bit longer, but the situation on the scene was not optimistic, and he dared not let the crucial first 24 hours slip away unfruitfully.

“Collect footprints from everyone who has been to the scene, including the police and civil servants,” Jiang Yuan ordered first and then began to conduct the external examination of the bodies.

“Any findings?” Hou Lejia hurriedly leaned in, eager to know.

“It’s all down to luck,” Jiang Yuan meant a stroke of bad luck would entail a large-scale search, while good luck would make things easier.

From his own perspective, Hou Lejia couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed.

If solving a case depended on luck—though he himself often relied on luck, he knew only too well how unreliable it could be after depending on it so many times.

“Let’s sweep the scene.”

Jiang Yuan didn’t find any clues at the scene that could directly point to the killer, so he had to proceed methodically.

Employing Level 4 crime scene investigation techniques, even if the killer was extremely cautious, Jiang Yuan felt confident he could find traces of their presence.

Even a seasoned criminal’s ability to conceal evidence had its limits.

Even those criminals who had undergone several bouts of training developed their skills at a slow pace.

The main reason was that the cost of training was too high.

If an average of three or four practice attempts resulted in a prison sentence, it was very difficult for a criminal to reach a higher level of proficiency than the police.

Moreover, criminal behavior is competitive.

Given this, criminals, who generally have lower education levels compared to generally higher-educated police officers, especially detectives, were likely at a disadvantage.

This was especially the case for serious crimes where everyone involved took the matter seriously; detectives guided by theory often performed much better than criminals without such guidance.

The latter truly depended on luck to survive.

“Get me a few more cotton swabs, and some evidence bags,” Jiang Yuan said while scanning the area.

Hou Lejia, who had been aimlessly looking around the house, immediately walked over and asked, “Did you find something?”

“There’s a sweat stain in the drawer where the jewelry was kept, it might have been left by the perpetrator,” Jiang Yuan indicated the edge of the jewelry box.

In the light-colored wood-grained drawer, two marks resembling sweat stains could be seen, which were not easily noticeable.

Jiang Yuan had carefully inspected the drawer, which held the jewelry, to make sure of the finding.

The victim’s master bedroom was thoroughly ransacked, including some winter bedding that had been tossed out.

Coupled with having just killed two people, the perpetrator’s emotions were most likely agitated, and sweating was almost certain.

The victim stored their jewelry in drawers beneath the wardrobe.

Now, some of the larger pieces of jewelry packaging remained, but the rings, necklaces, and the like had vanished.

This type of drawer isn’t easy to dismantle; it’s quite likely that the perpetrator crouched and pocketed each piece of jewelry one by one.

After vigorous activity, pausing often leads to sweat droplets falling easily.

Wang Zhong brought more cotton swabs and small evidence bags.

Jiang Yuan moistened a swab on the spot and, while half-kneeling, collected the sweat stain.

Seeing this, Hou Lejia felt a mix of happiness and a strange sadness.

With such a huge expenditure, he thought a few more years of savings could have possibly brought him a private plane, and was this it?