National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 477 - 477 438 Anxiety (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_2

477: Chapter 438: Anxiety (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_2 477: Chapter 438: Anxiety (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_2 Moreover, conducting autopsies on cadavers every so often can also lead to new skills, which is quite nice.

Choosing the male corpse was because it was the first victim; theoretically, it should reveal more information.

Combined with Bloodstain Analysis, it would make it easier to understand what happened on the first floor.

Doctor Ye didn’t expect Jiang Yuan to work that efficiently, clicking his tongue twice before turning his head to say, “Doctor Wang, then shall we work on this female corpse?”

He often collaborated with Wang Lan, so there was no need for formalities.

Wang Lan acknowledged him with a nod and laughed, saying, “Let’s get two more gentlemen then.

It’s not often we have this many people, so I won’t be moving the bodies today.”

She was quite slim, probably not even 100 pounds.

When she first started working, moving bodies was difficult, but even if it was tough, she would grit her teeth and do it.

Now, as a senior forensic doctor, she still had to grit her teeth and do it herself.

That’s also why she liked to travel to different places for work.

Each county had its own forensic doctor.

When she went to help out, it added to the forensic workforce, and the local doctors wouldn’t let her move bodies on her own.

The two bodies were laid out separately on two side-by-side autopsy tables, and everyone chose a body to work on according to their preference.

Belch…

Jiang Yuan had just turned the male corpse over when it let out a long belch.

The belching lasted three to four seconds, forceful and with a bit of an odor.

The forensic doctors in the morgue tried to remain as serious as possible, but some couldn’t help wanting to laugh.

With so many people, it was impossible for a spooky atmosphere to take hold.

“My back’s about to break, but the fart sure is long,” Medical Examiner Zhai muttered.

A corpse’s intestines still produce gas, which can’t easily be expelled from the bottom and must come out the top.

Of course, many gases don’t escape through existing orifices and wait until the forensic doctor cuts them open to dissipate.

“Still better than postmortem fetal extrusion,” Wang Lan shook her head and said, “Let’s talk about something more cheerful.

Ye, what were you saying you’d treat us to?”

“Stir-fried pig intestines and chicken gizzards,” replied Doctor Ye as he turned to take the large clay pot from the rack.

“If you don’t want to go there, we can have them deliver takeout.

After all, Captain Hou is paying, and I might as well save some pots.”

“Two pots are enough, what do you need so many for?” Doctor Wang said as she put the organs into the clay pot, and then added, “Did your Captain Hou suddenly become generous?”

“It’s all thanks to Doctor Jiang’s face,” said Doctor Ye, who obviously couldn’t mention that Director Huang had specific requirements for the meal allowances.

Changing the subject, he continued, “It’s rare to get to use public funds, and I think these pots are quite handy.

I’m planning to get a couple for home use too, good for making soup or pickling vegetables.”

“True, they are sturdy and big,” Wang Lan tapped on the pot, producing a clear sound.

All the forensic doctors nodded in agreement.

…

Early morning.

Jiang Yuan got up after just four or five hours of sleep and, upon arriving at the criminal police team, found the place as bustling as if no one had slept.

Indeed, no one had.

It’s common for detectives in the criminal police team not to sleep for 72 hours when a murder has just been discovered.

Sleep late, solve the case early; sleep early, no new year’s celebration.

The life of a forensic doctor is slightly better.

Once the body is thoroughly examined, it’s okay to take a break and sleep without anyone giving you a hard time.

Jiang Yuan hadn’t even eaten the stir-fried pig intestines and chicken gizzards last night before taking a rest.

Now, checking in, he saw that the criminal police officers of Longli County indeed appeared as if injected with chicken blood, even busier than the day before.

“Did you catch someone?” Jiang Yuan asked as soon as he entered.

“Caught him.

It’s a local, spent some years out of town, has a criminal record, and is under interrogation,” replied the officer who was asked, just before a group of people ran down from upstairs.

“Captain Jiang!” Among the crowd was Hou Xiaoyong, who hurried over upon seeing Jiang Yuan, eagerly reporting, “We’re preparing to go find the murder weapon.”

“Has the murder weapon been disclosed?

What is it?” Jiang Yuan needed to verify his own judgment.

“A firewood knife.

He brought it from his house, said he wrapped the handle in cloth, and buried it in the soil near the slope when he left,” explained Hou Xiaoyong in detail, his tone excited.

Jiang Yuan nodded upon hearing this.

A firewood knife was a common tool in the area, with a long handle and a thick blade, matching the traces seen at the crime scene.

Both from the perspective of Bloodstain Analysis and the wounds on the bodies, a firewood knife was consistent.

Jiang Yuan then asked, “Was the motive robbery?”

“Yes, he came back from out of town, heard the victims were in the grain buying business and often lent money to grain farmers, so he wanted to rob a large sum.

He ended up stealing over twenty thousand in cash, and the value of the jewelry hasn’t been appraised yet.

He planned to take it out of town to sell, which would serve as evidence.”

“Just for those tens of thousands of dollars, taking others’ lives and sacrificing his own; so young, better off going out to work,” Jiang Yuan shook his head.

Even without considering the viewpoint of the Jiang Village People, this sum wasn’t worth killing for.

With that courage and physical strength, it would be better to…

find some work with lesser punishment under “Criminal Law,” such as…

right?

Hou Xiaoyong chuckled upon hearing this, and said, “Being young is not an option anymore; the guy is 52 years old.

It’s tough to find a job out there at his age unless he’s willing to work on a construction site, which he’s definitely not.

These people, after all, are just lazy…”

“Hold on, he’s 52?” Jiang Yuan interrupted Hou Xiaoyong.

“Yes.”

“Did he mention any accomplices?” Jiang Yuan inquired.

“No, he claims that he acted alone,” Hou Xiaoyong said with a low voice, noticing Jiang Yuan’s serious expression, and asked, “Is there a problem?”

“There is,” Jiang Yuan didn’t mince words, recalling what he had seen during the autopsy the day before, “The murderer’s strength, the muscle power, is a bit too far-fetched for a 52-year-old.

What’s the suspect’s physical condition?

Very strong?”

“That…

not particularly strong,” Hou Xiaoyong admitted.

“Then do you think he has enough strength to have severed the spinal column of victim number one?”

Hou Xiaoyong, having seen the photos from the crime scene, immediately remembered the sight of the male victim found on the first floor, sprawled in front of the French window, his waist almost completely severed, and shook his head, “He couldn’t have, he’s just an average man in his fifties, has some strength, but not that much explosive power.”

An indolent murderer didn’t sound like someone who would stay fit into their fifties.

“I’ll call Captain Hou,” said Jiang Yuan as he took out his phone.

Given what was known, there was no need to interrogate the suspect further.

The first thing to do was to expand the investigation.

Starting with the current suspect, check his contacts, social relationships, and so on.

Time was of the essence.

Hou Xiaoyong felt a sudden unease, recalling the suspect’s tearful confession in the interrogation room.

If they missed an accomplice, it could be serious.