Chapter 803 A Better Person

"Didi!"

"Dudu!"

The police officers’ cell phones were ringing one after another, and so were the reporters on the scene.

"Hello?"

"Please say!"

At this time, no one went out, they were all on the phone in the anatomy room.

Jacob frowned, doing this was somewhat challenging his authority.

Jacob looked back and saw a certain director sitting in the corner talking on the phone, um... a certain mayor's assistant standing by the door talking on the phone, um... a certain news producer facing the window looking into the distance and talking on the phone, hiss. ...a certain political activist walking upright with his arms folded and talking on the phone, calling...

After touching the cold body with his hand, Jacob calmed down.

It’s not necessary. We are forensic doctors who do autopsies. Forensic doctors only need to do autopsies. Normal forensic doctors only need to do autopsies. It doesn’t matter what others do!

Jacob then continued to lower his head and dissect the body.

Each of the 85 wounds on this corpse must be carefully photographed and documented, and special attention must be paid to the important fatal wounds. Otherwise, when the time comes, the lawyer will take out wound No. 63 and say that it was actually caused by another weapon, indicating that there was a second person at the scene, probably the main messenger Balabala. By then, the bodies had been disposed of, but there would be no explanation. .

"Forensic Medical Examiner Jacob, what do you think of the suspect?" The reporter who had been photographing Jacob finished the phone call and started running over to dig up Jacob's ancestral grave.

Jacob glanced at him and asked, "Who is the suspect?"

"Hey, no one has notified you about the suspect yet?" the reporter said without emotional intelligence, which immediately aroused Jacob's anger.

But soon, Jacob calmed down.

According to the known conditions, the murderer is a minor. The murderer may have left the apartment building before the victim actually died. In addition, the murderer was familiar with the victim...

These three conditions, relying on acquaintance relationships to screen minors, and adding a time of death to screen out alibi evidence, are not a fantasy to derive the identity of the murderer.

when.

Jacob put down the scalpel he was holding tightly, and the stainless steel handle collided with the stainless steel plate, making a crisp sound.

The reporter's youthful face suddenly stiffened.

"What's the situation with the suspect?" Jacob asked again.

The reporter quickly said: "He is indeed a minor. He is 15 years old. He is a courier by profession. He is familiar with Aziza because he often delivers couriers to Aziza's apartment. Usually, Aziza will also give him It’s a good tip. Sometimes, Aziza will ask him to do other tasks, such as changing the position of the flowerpot, or asking him to buy some things for her.”

Looking at Jacob's eyes, the reporter continued: "It is said that the suspect owed a lot of money this time due to gambling. He had no choice but to borrow money from Aziza, but Aziza refused. The conversation between the two It must have been a bit unpleasant, so the suspect moved his hands. Unexpectedly, Aziza was in good health and almost beat the suspect. The suspect then took something casually and stabbed Aziza. Later, he was afraid of Aziza. Sha called the police and stabbed her to death..."

When this reporter talked about the case, he was more cautious at the beginning, and became more and more specific later on, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Jacob was dubious after hearing this, but one thing was basically certain, the suspect had probably not run away.

Apart from anything else, judging from the body of the deceased Aziza, she had obvious defensive wounds, and she could pick up things between her fingernails. If she went back to the DNA laboratory and rolled it up, she might be able to get DNA for comparison.

In this way, the murderer can be easily identified. Furthermore, there was something between Aziza's fingernails, indicating that the murderer was probably injured, especially if he stabbed her 85 times. In an emotional situation, he might have actually broken his hand. There is no need for a forensic doctor to identify this kind of injury. A criminal police officer with a little experience can understand it at a glance.

Moreover, Azizah’s murder case has attracted so much attention, the Malaysian police will definitely fulfill their duties, and the special criminal may be a minor. If there is no strong evidence, even if the police dare to arrest someone, they will not. Dare to announce it immediately.

If you think about it this way, it seems that it is natural for this case to be solved.

Jacob sighed secretly, picked up the scalpel again, and continued working.

Even if the case is solved, the autopsy must be completed.

Next comes the litigation phase. In this kind of case, there may be lawyers who want to become famous and help them for free. Everyone knows that the starting point must be to exclude evidence one by one...

Jacob's attention refocused and he dissected the body step by step.

The people next to me began to feel bored. They originally came here to get first-hand information, but now that the case has been solved...

Bang...

when……

The door opened and closed again, and the people who had been crowded in the anatomy room left one by one.

After Jacob completed all the autopsies, only his colleagues and a camera were left around.

"Why didn't you leave?" Jacob asked the last photographer curiously.

"I make documentaries." The photographer smiled.

"Documentary photographers are better at waiting, right?" Jacob sighed.

Photographer: "The tripod is too heavy. I can't move it alone. I have to wait for help."

…

"Zhong Renlong, try this." The policewoman handed Zhong Renlong a cup of milk tea, and enthusiastically helped him poke the tube and stuffed it directly under his nose.

Zhong Renlong was a little embarrassed and had to take a sip. He couldn't help thinking: If she had bit the straw with her mouth beforehand, the service would be in place.

"Renlong..." The policewoman's voice was soft and a little bit choked.

Zhong Renlong said "yeah": "Thank you. The milk tea is very sweet."

"Well, Renlong... Can you please help me talk to forensic doctor Jiang Yuan and take a look at my case." The policewoman's voice was even more choked.

But when she mentioned Jiang Yuan, Zhong Renlong couldn't help but be alert. After thinking for a while, he said: "I can ask forensic doctor Jiang Yuan, but I can't guarantee whether forensic doctor Jiang Yuan can agree."

"Enough." The policewoman nodded happily, her eyes that could speak seemed to say a lot in an instant.

Zhong Renlong's eyes stuck to her back as she walked away, and when he came back to his senses, there was another shiny face in front of him.

"Renlong..." This time it was Maulana, the leader of the serious crime team, who spoke. His voice was also choked, his eyebrows were choked, and his chest muscles were choked.

Zhong Renlong, who was drinking milk tea, turned his neck with difficulty, and frowned more than Maulana: "You don't have to talk to me like this..."

"As long as you can ask forensic doctor Jiang to help us look at the case, I can keep talking to you like this." Maulana gently bumped Zhong Renlong and knocked Zhong Renlong two meters away.

Zhong Renlong wanted to run away in the chaos, but was hugged back by Maulana.

"Let me make a call." Zhong Renlong tilted his neck back to avoid touching Maulana's chest hair, and tried his best to take out his mobile phone.

Maulana's face changed slightly: "Don't be so anxious..."

Zhong Renlong's hand tightened even more, I... What am I grabbing?

...

Qinghe City.

Dinner was light seasonal vegetables, casually stir-fried, with a little braised food, and with Qinghe Daqu, Jiang Yuan, Lei Xin, Wu Junhao, Liu Jinghui and others drank back and forth.

The reason why today's dishes are different is that there is a Cantonese chef in the detention center of Qinghe City. Of course, his labor was not exploited. He was just transferred from the position of operating the sewing machine to the position of the kitchen. From this point of view, the chef's life did not change much after committing a crime.

Because he was a real chef, the stewed food that Jiang Yuan and others ate was also made by the chef. There were goose, meat and tofu, and they all tasted very good.

Lei Xin even explained specifically: "Lao Zhang's cooking skills are really getting better and better. Don't tell me, we have set up a teaching class for him in the detention center. He can sit in prison without distraction and practice cooking skills with one mind."

"The prisoners in the detention center have not been sentenced for long." Jiang Yuan took a bite of the green vegetables and nodded with satisfaction. This kind of taste that was just fried to the point of being cooked, as well as the perfect seasoning and soup, is really difficult to make in home-cooked dishes.

Lei Xin also nodded with regret, and then said: "It's okay. We are trying to catch his apprentice. I heard that his apprentice's skills are also very good. If he comes here, he can improve his skills and maybe the dishes he makes will be more delicious."

"What crime are they charged with?" Liu Jinghui asked.

"The crime of opening a casino." Lei Xin said: "They set up a restaurant and provided automatic mahjong machines in the private rooms. Many people played mahjong after dinner, and they played a lot. He also provided chips to these people. Later, to reserve his private room to play mahjong, you must be a VIP with a deposit of more than 30,000 yuan. The restaurant only returns 5% for VIPs with a deposit of 30,000 yuan, which is not a small amount."

"The food is so delicious, and you still want to open a casino."

"They cook delicious food, but they are not good at doing business. They are not willing to lose all their life savings." Lei Xin said here, blinked, and smiled: "Captain Jiang, do you want to try to find Lao Zhang's apprentice? Lao Zhang's apprentice is a specialty in cooking wild boar meat."

"Too busy." Jiang Yuanyou He looked down on the criminals with such a minor crime. While flipping the pages on the PAD in front of him, he clinked glasses with Lei Xin and said, "Qinghe City has accumulated a lot of cases recently. I'll see if I can find a few death row inmates who are chefs."

"There's no way to cook for death row inmates." Lei Xin smiled bitterly: "Besides, the prison is also strict, which doesn't work with us."

Wang Chuanxing smiled and said, "Then we can only check more drunk driving around the restaurants we like."

"In fact, some people are not chefs, but they are also very good at cooking..." Liu Jinghui said this, slapped his forehead, and said, "Wouldn't it be better to analyze the case just now from the time analysis?"

Jiang Yuan then handed the PAD to Liu Jinghui, and let Liu Jinghui output it.

After completing the analysis, Lei Xin followed Liu Jinghui's inference and began to send people to verify.

When Liu Jinghui and others were free, they also helped Lei Xin clean up the cases. As he said, after the Jianyuan Group was finished, the public security situation in Qinghe City was indeed more complicated. Now only Ningtai County is particularly good, and Qianjin District within the urban area is particularly chaotic.

Jiang Yuan was also considering whether to pick a serious case to start with, or to deal with a series of cases first, and then arrange the investigation from the perspective of public security management.