300: Chapter 270: Secret 300: Chapter 270: Secret The eting room gradually quieted down.
Several mbers of the elite team, after staring at the daydreaming Jiang Yuan for a while, turned their eyes to Wan Baoming, their gazes flickering with questions: What does this guy an by not speaking?
Wan Baoming realizes that the whole ti Jiang Yuan had spent not talking was barely the length of a few Japanese movies, and even that, the sort watched in a fast-forward manner.
How could he possibly know what Jiang Yuan was really up to?
Therefore, Wan Baoming turned his gaze to Wei Zhenguo.
Wei Zhenguo, who had been lounging back waiting for the results, had to sit up now, hesitating for a mont, he whispered, “Wait a bit, Jiang Yuan might have thought of sothing.”
Actually, Wei Zhenguo was already quite familiar with Jiang Yuan.
In his understanding, the current Jiang Yuan was definitely not just thinking of sothing — it was very likely that in his mind, he was already getting closer and closer to the murderer.
However, this was sothing he couldn’t say to others.
The statent itself was fine, but such speculations were too provocative.
This was also a common issue encountered in working on cold cases: the effort and ti you invest into this work is actually sothing others can’t achieve, even with all their might.
Especially when others working on this have better conditions, simpler tasks, and more ample resources, the imbalance of this comparison, this overstepping of abilities, is sothing difficult to accept internally.
Comparatively speaking, if everyone were to see Jiang Yuan exhaust himself in a deep contemplation, it would be a bit easier for them psychologically.
But Jiang Yuan also couldn’t pretend every ti just to make everyone feel better.
Additionally, this kind of feigned behavior, once seen through, carries quite a backlash.
Thereby, the eting room fell into a strange silence.
Fortunately, it didn’t last too long.
Jiang Yuan exhaled a breath, breaking the silence:
“These are all very calm bloodstains.”
Wan Baoming, already impatient, hurriedly asked, “What do you an by calm bloodstains?”
“Look at these bloodstains,” Jiang Yuan pointed and a police officer promptly zood in on the images from the projector.
Jiang Yuan said his thanks, then continued, “Mostly round blood drops, those with tails are very small-tailed, very plump blood drops.”
The crowd nodded.
Soone with so knowledge comnted, “This indicates that the victim was either stationary or moving very slowly and lightly.
Were the injuries very serious?”
“Not likely.
It was only a single stab wound, and in the abdominal area at that, bodily functions wouldn’t be significantly affected.
Plus, right after being stabbed, the adrenaline would be surging.
Many wouldn’t feel pain at all.
Such calm blood drops are actually abnormal.”
Wan Baoming instantly understood and said, “She should have moved quickly, either to resist or hide?”
“Sothing like that, it shouldn’t have been this calm,” Jiang Yuan said.
Just then, Tang Jia, who had been quiet in the back, said softly, “Suicide?”
Jiang Yuan looked at Tang Jia and shook his head slightly, “That doesn’t quite fit either.
First off, the murder weapon is missing, which ans soone definitely took it.
Secondly, if it were suicide by a knife in China, it’s more likely to be a wrist-cut.
Stabbing the abdon…
one might not even manage to kill oneself.
Uh…
the victim didn’t have a dical background, right?”
“No.” The detective who had been giving the briefing chid in decisively:
“We’ve considered this angle too, but this girl studied Chinese Language and Literature; nobody in her family studied dicine or had access to anatomical expertise.
Her social circle was mainly classmates from her own faculty, and according to them, she was a very quiet girl.”
“Moreover, the cause of her death was a sliced artery; the forensic doctor explained that it’s not easy to accurately hit that spot.
Right, you’re a forensic doctor too…”
Jiang Yuan nodded and said, “Please continue.”
“Also, the angle of penetration doesn’t look like it was self-inflicted.
Besides, the victim had no suicidal tendencies; her shopping records indicate she made online purchases and collected a delivery on the day of her death,” the detective explained: “That’s all.”
Jiang Yuan nodded again and said, “You’ve covered everything very thoroughly.
Let’s set aside the suicide suspicion for now.”
Several people frowned.
“Let describe the scene again,” Jiang Yuan stood up and moved to the front of the screen.
He stepped back slightly, then with his right hand covering his abdon, he gestured with his left hand and said, “Here, the assailant stabbed the victim.
From the location of the wound, I believe the assailant’s objective was not to take the victim’s life.”
“The victim, injured, clutched onto part of the blade with her right hand.
Blood started to flow…
but not much, only staining the right side of her pants.”
“The victim took a few slow steps, seemingly starting to feel the pain.
At that point, the victim must have stopped, standing very relaxed.
I infer the victim was talking with the assailant, not under coercion or threat.”
“Up to this point, it can be deduced that the assailant and the victim were quite familiar with each other, or even very familiar.
And then…”
Jiang Yuan paused, his body tilted a bit more as he continued, “The bloodstains here suggest the victim’s body was at a slight angle.
I believe, at this ti, the assailant was helping the victim onto the bed.
Hence, there were no blood drops here, because the blood had transferred to the assailant’s body.
And during this process, the victim didn’t struggle, otherwise, there would have been blood drops flung out.”
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