Chapter 5 Suspects

The body was discovered in the morning, and it was almost afternoon after the autopsy was completed.

After changing clothes, Wu Jun took Jiang Yuan, found a place where no one was around, and whispered: "Find some cardboard or something and make a fire."

"Make a fire?" Jiang Yuan's mind was still full of autopsy images, and he couldn't turn around for a while.

"I'll tell you." Wu Jun waved his hand.

Jiang Yuan went out, found two cardboard boxes, and handed them to Wu Jun.

Wu Jun tore it apart, then lit it with a lighter. When the flames started, he rubbed his hands and said, "Let's step across the fire to get rid of bad luck."

"This...it's not necessary." Jiang Yuan hesitated.

"Don't believe it, I've seen a lot of things..." Wu Jun said, trotting from one side to the other, like a corgi, stepping over the fire with all his strength.

"You come too." Wu Jun beckoned, signaling Jiang Yuan to step across the fire as well.

Jiang Yuan said helplessly: "It's my Seventeenth Uncle today. It's not necessary... Seventeenth Uncle is usually a very nice person. Every time he goes back to the village, he smiles with everyone he knows or doesn't know..."

"Then what if he made a new friend last night?" Wu Jun stood on the other side of the fire, the firelight printed on his face and the shadows were shaking.

Jiang Yuan thought for two seconds, took two steps, and crossed the fire with one step.

It wasn't until both cardboard boxes were burned that Wu Jun lit up a cigarette, watched the fire go out quietly, and then said to Jiang Yuan: "I'm going to report to Team Huang. You clean up this place and go to the cafeteria to have a look." Are there any dishes? If not, just buy some instant noodles and take them to the office next to the autopsy room. We’ll eat some when you’re a policeman. You’ll get used to it.”

"Okay." Jiang Yuan agreed without saying anything.

"Go this way to the cafeteria." Wu Jun pointed to the location, and the call happened to be connected. He nodded to Jiang Yuan, grabbed the phone, and said: "Captain Huang, it is confirmed that the second cervical vertebra is fractured, and there are no other injuries. The time of death was around 7 a.m.… There were no other pre-mortem wounds, but there were signs of movement after death…”

Jiang Yuan listened for a few times, and when Wu Jun finished reporting the autopsy, he went to borrow tools to clean up the ashes, and then went to the cafeteria.

Autopsy and dissection were also physical work, and he was already hungry.

The funeral home has a canteen, a restaurant, and a small supermarket.

Restaurants and supermarkets only target the families of the deceased, and the prices are high. Many of those who came early would go up the mountain before dawn. By the time there were many people there at noon, those who couldn't stand it would be slaughtered.

The canteen is for employees to eat. It is not large and the charges are not high. The forensic doctor was considered a non-staff member of the funeral home. Jiang Yuan went inside, showed his ID, and got a temporary meal card.

When I arrived at the kitchen, I saw that the cook was a little girl with a long ponytail. She just stood up and without wearing a mask, she gave a smile: "There are only a few dishes left, and I didn't know you were coming. You Is he the new forensic doctor from the county bureau?"

"Yes. How did you know?" Jiang Yuan smiled and looked down at the meal. There was only a little fried vegetables and bean sprouts left, and they didn't look very good.

"I heard that the new forensic doctor is very tall. Besides, in addition to the funeral parlor, there are also people from the Civil Affairs Bureau and the Religious Affairs Bureau who come to our cafeteria." The little girl with the ponytail smiled and said again. : "If you're not in a hurry, can I order some noodles for you?"

Jiang Yuan's eyes then fell on the small kitchen at the back of the canteen. It's just two sets of simple stoves, and some side dishes are served in frames next to them.

Looking at the environment in the kitchen, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but think: "Is there any rice? Can I make fried rice myself?"

The little girl with long ponytail hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Jiang Yuan, who was tall and elegant, and said with a smile: "Our small unit is not particular, but there are not many people who are willing to cook by themselves. You will use this Grow a stove?”

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"Then come in." The little girl lifted up the cover on the right side, looked up at Jiang Yuan, and said with a smile, "Even if you make fried rice yourself, you still have to swipe your card according to the price of egg fried rice."

"Okay." Jiang Yuan responded, entered the small kitchen, picked up the big spoon, and for a moment felt inexplicably taking advantage of it.

Chang Ponytail helped to fetch the rice and eggs. Jiang Yuan took the egg yolk by alternately inverting the two eggshells, scattered it and poured it into four or five bowls of rice, then turned on the heat, poured in oil, and stir-fried...

In school, Jiang Yuan's cooking skills were mostly limited to adding an egg to instant noodles, but now he is quite skilled at playing with the spoon.

The little girl with ponytail looked at his actions and frowned slightly. When she saw Jiang Yuan putting the vegetables, she couldn't help but said, "It doesn't matter if you use more ingredients."

Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then he hooked and released the large spoon, still only taking out a few diced radish, and said: "No need, it's enough."

Long ponytail: "No need to be so polite."

Jiang Yuan: "You're welcome."

The conversation between the two ended inexplicably.

Jiang Yuan concentrated on making fried rice. He himself had no cooking skills, so he relied on Uncle Seventeen's legacy. At this time, he was completely repeating Uncle Seventeen's methods...using the ingredients extremely stingily.

The girl with the long ponytail felt a little bit sad as she looked at it... Life must have been very difficult in the past for such frugal egg fried rice. Pity.

"Leave one for you to try." Jiang Yuan calculated and made egg fried rice for three people, scooped out his and Wu Jun's portions, and then scooped out another bowl for the little girl.

"Actually, no need...I've already eaten it." The ponytail girl looked at the golden and translucent egg fried rice in the bowl, and even sighed. The egg fried rice made from one egg was enough for three people. It was outrageous.

"You're welcome." Jiang Yuan smiled, said nothing more, and left with the lunch box.

Watching Jiang Yuan leave the canteen, the girl with long ponytail looked down at the egg fried rice again, and thought it looked good. She turned around and took a spoon, took half of it, put it in her mouth and chewed it, but nodded involuntarily.

"I didn't expect it to be so delicious." The girl with long ponytail muttered to herself and decided to leave a small half for the chef to taste. After making the decision, she happily picked up the other half and "tasted" it.

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"It tastes good. The chef of this funeral home has improved his level?" Wu Jun took a bite of the fried rice that Jiang Yuan brought back and praised it.

"There are only a few vegetables left in the canteen, so I fried the fried rice." Jiang Yuan took two bites of fried rice, raised the bowl to the morgue, and expressed his respect to Uncle Seventeen.

Wu Jun's eyes lit up: "You said you had this talent earlier..."

"I only learned how to make fried rice. I learned it from Uncle Seventeen." Jiang Yuan interrupted Wu Jun.

Wu Jun was stunned, looked at the fried rice again, hesitated for a few seconds, shook his head, wolfed it down, drank two sips of tea, and said: "We will go back later, you organize the photos, fill in the autopsy form, and then see if there are colleagues who come back, take the initiative to help."

Jiang Yuan responded.

Wu Jun looked at Jiang Yuan, and then slowly said: "Captain Liu found traces of detergent in the kitchen of the deceased's restaurant, and then found blood. At present, the biggest suspect is the deceased's wife..."

"Aunt Seventeen?" Jiang Yuan's face was a little surprised, but not strong.

The husband is dead, and the murderer is the wife. In any country, it is a very likely thing, and Jiang Yuan can only sigh.

Seeing that Jiang Yuan was still in a stable mood, Wu Jun nodded and said, "Team Two has taken people to look for the murder weapon. All the colleagues in the team have gone to the scene. Let's go back and guard the house."

"Okay." Jiang Yuan responded and ate up the remaining rice in the bowl in a few mouthfuls.