Chapter 637: Under the Skin

Three o'clock in the morning.

Thousands of lights.

Dots of stars above, sparks of fire below, the newly built areas dotted with factories seem to be brewing with great power, doing push-ups on the ground.

Qian Tongyi had a cigarette in his mouth, Liu Cheng had a cigarette in his mouth, and Jiang Yuan had a cigarette in his mouth...

After the lime was peeled away, the stinky smell that had accumulated for many days burst out. Even a forensic doctor would find it smelly. It's just that he has a stronger tolerance. The body had just been transported out, and a few people came out for some air.

The work is not finished yet. In theory, so much lime is still evidence. The bricks must also be taken back. Testing is part of it, and a few pieces must be taken as evidence.

In addition, there were several walls built in the room. Qian Tongyi wanted to pry open them and take a look.

Jiang Yuan was not ready to go in for the time being. After smoking a cigarette, Jiang Yuan took out his mobile phone and sent a message while saying: "I am going to book a Cantonese morning tea. This restaurant also has Chaoshan casserole porridge. The one with various ingredients is quite fresh and delicious. ”

Qian Tongyi frowned: "Is the Chaoshan casserole porridge you're talking about the kind with a lot of offal in it?"

Several men who were smoking showed signs of retching.

Jiang Yuan sighed and said: "There are also ones with seafood, and there are other types. Everything can be made into casserole porridge. I don't understand it very well, but it probably looks like this..."

"It doesn't matter if it's not offal. It doesn't matter if it's pig brains. Pig brains can't stand it either." Liu Cheng waved his hand. He was a pure northerner and he always ate simply.

Jiang Yuan agreed and asked: "How many people are ordered?"

"Just the whole team, let's control the funding, 30 yuan per person." Qian Tongyi said.

30 yuan is about the price of a super order and a pot of tea. If an old man has morning tea by himself, it's no problem. It will definitely not be enough for a group of hungry wolf-like guys.

Jiang Yuan waved his hand: "Today's situation is special. Brothers have worked hard. I'm treating you."

"This... is not good." Qian Tongyi was really embarrassed and said hurriedly: "It would be better to increase the funding. It is better to settle the public accounts. I will reimburse you in your name later."

"Well, then I'll order first. I'll ask Bureau Huang to find the remaining portion for reimbursement later." Jiang Yuan said, and sent a message to the boss: "50 portions of each over-order."

Of course, there are not 50 people this time, but there are only two or three of each Cantonese-style dim sum, and four or five is considered a lot. Double or triple the amount, and you will still not be full.

After finishing breakfast three hours later, Jiang Yuan took a long breath, took out another round of Chinese food, and then returned to Shang Geyong's new house with the others, smelling of cigarette smoke.

It stinks, it still stinks.

Fortunately, the scene was almost cleaned up. Jiang Yuan turned around to look at the crime scene and quickly fell into thinking.

The level of crime scene investigation has increased, and more information can be obtained. A lot of things can be seen in a rough house like this.

But on the other hand, there are more people coming to decorate, leaving more footprints and so on. The most troublesome thing is that in this kind of room, the decorators will always stand, squat, lie down, and ride on all kinds of strange things. In the corners and positions of the crime scene, people who do crime scene analysis will be covered in gray.

A bit asking for trouble, but also a bit fun.

When everything was completed and the police left one after another, it was already six o'clock in the morning.

There were older police officers who couldn't help but want to go home at this time. Even if there were free refreshments, the middle-aged and elderly people who had stayed up all night couldn't bear it anymore. On the other hand, the young police officers were very active and enthusiastic, as if they wanted to make the police station poor.

Qian Tongyi is really afraid of being poor. As the saying goes, if you are a young man, you will be poor. I am not talking about such a group of brats.

He deliberately stood in front of Jiang Yuan and whispered: "Let's not order anything too expensive."

"It's already ordered." Jiang Yuan explained: "There are so many of us. If we don't make a reservation in advance, we won't have food when we arrive."

"That's right..."

Fortunately, the teahouse was right in front of the criminal police detachment, so we didn't waste any time. When we got there, the owner showed his warm and hospitable side, making everyone's meal quite enjoyable.

Only Qian Tongyi was thinking about how to explain to Yu Zhi.

After dinner, Jiang Yuan went home and took a nap. In the afternoon, he returned to the police station and followed the forensic doctors from the Changyang City Bureau to dispose of the body.

For the police, the current focus has shifted to tracing the wall workers.

Nowadays, the police don't even know this person's real name, which is relatively rare in this era of big data. Of course, it is not surprising that the Sanhe masters were originally heavy participants in various incidents.

The corpse treated with quicklime is another strong taste experience.

As we all know, a very important task in forensic work is to take samples and slices of the internal organs of the corpse. If there are no internal organs, or if the internal organs have been left for too long and have become rotten, there is nothing we can do, but if there is a way...

Jiang Yuan didn't know whether he could successfully sample the internal organs that had been treated with quicklime, but he still took them. It just took a lot of time and effort.

The tender internal organs were brutally pulled out by the murderer, then sprinkled with quicklime and rubbed...

If it were a normal internal organ, after such treatment, none of it would be usable. However, if it is used for sampling, even if it has been rubbed with quicklime, there will still be usable tissue.

Jiang Yuan used a lot of solvents to clean the quicklime, mainly various oils, until the internal organs were almost clean, then he used water to clean them, and then continued to wax and spread them.

Waxing the internal organs is difficult in the first place, and when spreading them, they will break if you are not careful. The internal organs that have been abused by quicklime are even softer, and it is only when Jiang Yuan's LV4 forensic pathology and LV4 forensic evidence science work together that they can make them beautiful.

Apart from other things, forensic doctors with this technology can open a central kitchen and specialize in kung fu dishes such as big knife waist slices, which is definitely a cross-border crushing level.

Especially LV4 forensic evidence science, which is more helpful when dealing with internal organs. Jiang Yuan estimated that it would take a half-step LV3 forensic evidence science to deal with this level of internal organs clearly. To apply it on a large scale, I am afraid that real LV3 forensic evidence science is needed.

Several cooperating forensic doctors felt that they had learned something.

Daily dissection of corpses, especially the dissection process, is not difficult. The main problem is disgusting and smelly. It is difficult to make further judgments based on this point. Slicing is a project with relatively high technical requirements and is more time-consuming and energy-consuming. Many forensic doctors spend a lot of time under the microscope, which is also due to this.

For Jiang Yuan, dissecting corpses is not difficult at all.

At this time, only a part of the flesh and skin of the corpse is left, but it is not pure bones. The trouble is mainly the mummy-like flesh and skin on the outside. Forensic doctors don’t know much about this form of corpse, and there is not much relevant data support. It is difficult to make an effective judgment just by looking at them.

"Let’s cook it." Jiang Yuan said as he prepared to check the corpse and then throw it into the pot.

The conditions of Changyang Municipal Bureau are good, and there is a cooking pot like a Japanese bathtub. That is, a bathtub with a height greater than the length and width.

This bathtub or pot can better gather heat, the temperature rises quickly, and the heat required to maintain the temperature is also low. It is a green and environmentally friendly product.

Several forensic doctors were busy turning on the machine to add water - the principle is actually similar to that of an ordinary kettle, with a built-in heating function at the bottom, but adding water is more time-consuming.

While busy, Jiang Yuan put down the pelvis of the corpse and said, "How old is Shang Geyong?"

A forensic doctor without gloves immediately tapped the PAD and said, "Around 40 years old, let me check... 38 years old seems to be."

"The age is a bit inconsistent." Jiang Yuan looked at the pelvis that seemed to be nitrated, directly removed a part of the remaining meat on it, and then looked at it and said, "At most 33 years old, it should be 32 or 33 years old. There is a difference of 5 years."

"Changed the age? 5 years is not an exaggeration." Some forensic doctors are knowledgeable.

Jiang Yuan said "hmm", looked at the twisted corpse again, and said, "The DNA has been sent for examination, right? Urge for the results. Let's move the body and measure the height and length of the legs..."

The expressions of several people present became much more serious, and several people quickly stepped forward to straighten the body as much as possible.

"The height is about the same. The feet should be slightly different."

Jiang Yuan had doubts and looked more carefully. After peeling off the skin and flesh of the leg with a knife, he found a clue: "Shang Geyong was a skier. His fibula had a fracture. There is no similar mark on this body."

Jiang Yuan did not hesitate any more. He took off his gloves and called Qian Tongyi: "The deceased is not Shang Geyong!"