828: Chapter 769: A Fine and Sunny Day 828: Chapter 769: A Fine and Sunny Day Afternoon.
The sun was bright, the weather pleasant.
Not long after Jiang Yuan arrived at the autopsy center, Qi Changye ca with three bodies.
“Newly excavated bodies, letting you have a look,” Qi Changye said cheerfully, his smile as warm as the cooling water flowing from a nuclear power plant, and as humble as a lone wolf begging by the roadside, awkwardly aiming to please.
Jiang Yuan was sowhat surprised, “Weren’t these supposed to be examined by your own forensic doctors?”
“I thought about it and still preferred you.
It’s better not to bother too many people with one matter.
Plus, for long-standing cases with skeletonized bodies, our forensic doctors also recomnded that you take a look.” Qi Changye wasn’t lying.
He was mainly here today to apologize again to maintain their cooperating status.
Additionally, their forensic doctors had a smaller workload and primarily focused on current cases; they indeed lacked experience with skeletonized bodies.
“I don’t really mind, but you need to talk to Commissioner Huang,” Jiang Yuan said, echoing what Huang Qiangmin had emphasized the day before.
Qi Changye hurriedly replied, “I was planning to give Commissioner Huang a good explanation.
It really was an accident this ti.
When I received the call, I was stunned…
Hey, I was still thinking about the follow-up at the hospital, right?
The other party could drink a lot, I thought since relationships also need to be maintained, why not drink…
I never left the table, directly went to be observed, I was almost up for a stomach wash…”
“That’s all in the past,” Jiang Yuan said, with no intention nor basis to pursue it.
“If Commissioner Huang can think so, then good…”
“Did Chu Yanqin explain the details of the murders?” Jiang Yuan interrupted Qi Changye.
“Oh, she confessed to two cases, the rest are still under interrogation,” said Qi Changye, hastily grabbing a file from his briefcase, “I was thinking of showing it to you in a bit.”
“Which two cases?”
“Number Two and Number Five.”
“Hmm, I’ll take a look at the bodies first.
Commissioner Huang might co by in a bit, feel free to have a walk around.” Jiang Yuan had people bring over the bodies of Two and Five, which included the body of a dog from case Number Two.
Qi Changye stood by pitifully, scratching his head, pondering how to chat with Huang Qiangmin when he arrived.
Normally, he could speak eloquently, especially to Huang Qiangmin, where Qi Changye even felt sowhat psychologically superior since after all, they were the wealthier clients.
But tis were different now.
If you say Jiang Yuan, like a big combine harvester, suddenly says no use, would it not an that the whole team has to return to the era of harvesting with sickles?
How could they handle the days of bending over, starting early, working late with no efficiency?
Qi Changye didn’t even want to think about it.
Jiang Yuan quickly arranged the bones on the dissection table, then began to stare blankly at them.
Forensic Anthropology is a job that tests one’s patience or could also be referred to as ‘endurance’.
Many might wonder what those archaeology students and teachers, who ticulously brush graves, think about during their work, as their job is indeed rather boring.
In fact, at tis, it’s all about contemplation.
To notice changes in the bones, recognize the reasons for these changes, and then connect them to lifestyle, occupation, and even society, the chain of difficulty is still extrely long.
Forensic doctors faced slightly lesser difficulties compared to anthropologists, but unlike anthropologists, forensic doctors had pressing tasks with real societal pressures, sothing anthropologists don’t often face.
Jiang Yuan just kept looking, kept looking…
When Huang Qiangmin arrived, Jiang Yuan was still looking.
Huang Qiangmin didn’t disturb Jiang Yuan and instead pulled Qi Changye aside for a long conversation.
It wasn’t long before Tao Lu also hurried over.
As a diator, he felt sowhat embarrassed by the situation.
Of course, he also had nurous complaints against Qi Changye.
Tao Lu stood alongside Huang Qiangmin, reprimanding Qi Changye almost to the point he wished he could disappear into the floor.
Qi Changye bore it silently, making it awkward for Tao Lu and Huang Qiangmin to press harder.
At this mont, Qi Changye had sowhat of an artistic aura—like dancing soaking wet while praising the boss’s elegant laughter…
“Bodies Two and Five don’t have any issues, of course, if the murder weapon is found, another analysis could be done,” Jiang Yuan spoke, shifting the atmosphere back in the room.
“So, Chu Yanqin didn’t lie?” Qi Changye quickly turned back.
“I can only say she was at the scene.
The details are accurate, probably witnessed by her own eyes, not recounted from others,” Jiang Yuan spoke as he took notes.
“Chances are she didn’t kill him, either.
Her height and weight don’t really match.”
Jiang Yuan’s Level 5 cri scene inspection includes cri scene reconstruction and Level 6 tool mark examination, along with Level 4 forensic pathology, all of which allow him to deduce the status of the perpetrator.
The perpetrator’s strength, the angle of force used, the tools utilized…
However, when the basis is skeletal remains, the effectiveness of these skills inevitably gets discounted.
Paired with Chu Yanqin’s confession, it greatly simplifies matters, effectively turning an open-ended question into a true-or-false question.
Especially when the answer is “true,” there’s much less to verify.
Qi Changye nodded repeatedly, “That should be enough; we are still making detailed inquiries.
By the way, the corpses sent over by us might have so special circumstances…”
His tone grew a slight bit heavier as he ntioned this.
The deceased have passed away; Qi Changye had also pushed himself to his limits.
A blue, rolling sphere rolled out from the dissection table.
Jiang Yuan waved his hand and retrieved the item.
Li Jian’s legacy: Nunchucks (Level 3)—Li Jian had spent a lot of ti on the nunchucks, ultimately earning him the title of King of Nunchucks at KTV.
Since Li Jian had genuinely apprenticed to practice nunchucks, as long as the KTV private room was big enough, he could sing “No matter the dagger, gun, or club, I wield them all with style,” while swinging the nunchucks softly yet firmly, garnering a chorus of cheers.
If he had chosen another profession, he would have preferred to be a yoga instructor, teaching female students, exercising by day and singing by night…
Jiang Yuan slowly gathered up two sets of skeletal remains, without calling for an assistant’s help.
In the evening, Qi Changye invited everyone to eat mutton hot pot.
As is known, among Beijing cuisine, which can barely be counted as part of its own camp yet can still be considered delicious, that would be mutton hot pot.
Especially, the hand-sliced mutton is really tasty.
In fact, the cooking of any at, if it can be quickly poached in water and still taste good, then it is probably really delicious.
The problem is that it’s too expensive.
A plate of at costing seventy, eighty, or even one hundred renminbi disappears into the pot in ten seconds, making Qi Changye cringe at the cost.
This ti, to show his sincerity, he was treating everyone on his own behalf.
“We can…
wait for it to cook before eating,” Qi Changye added another plate of at and then stirred it with the serving chopsticks, appearing a bit guilty.
Three minutes into the al, nearly the entire table had been cleared, and his wallet was practically screaming.
“It’s about done,” Wu Junhao said, his expression serious as he grabbed a third of the at in one go and dipped it into the sesa sauce, not caring at all about sparing Qi Changye.
He’d taken three bullets to the chest; not poaching Qi Changye’s at today was already civilization.
Liu Jinghui’s chopsticks were still clean; he just silently picked up a plate of at and poured it into the pot.
When eating hot pot, if soone prefers their at half-cooked in the first half, then others either join them or go without.
“Waiter, another portion of each!” Qi Changye called out in pain.
“I’ll go get so sauces,” Liu Jinghui stood up to begin his pre-dining warm-ups.
Upon returning with the bowls, Qi Changye frowned even more at Liu Jinghui’s bowl, which was even worse than Wu Junhao’s.
“What did you put in it?” Qi Changye’s Mandarin took on an even stronger Beijing accent.
“Sriracha as the base, added so oyster sauce and soy sauce, then more fernted tofu and chili oil, topped off with sesa paste and peanut butter, then vinegar,” Liu Jinghui mixed his sauce and said, “It tastes good with Chaozhou beef as well.”
“Just sesa paste is fine,” Qi Changye sighed.
“I’ll get you a bowl of it specially.”
“No need.
Mutton tastes good dipped in sesa paste only for the first few bites,” Liu Jinghui looked at Qi Changye and said, “Sesa paste is just an obsession of Beijing people.
Back then, there was a shortage of food, and the common taste was too rich.
This is a modified sauce for eating Chaozhou beef, as Chaozhou has been wealthy for a long ti and their sauce bowls are more abundant.”
“You’re just going to offend both Beijing and Chaozhou people like this,” Qi Changye insisted on getting Liu Jinghui a bowl for the sesa paste.
Jiang Yuan silently picked up a chopstick of at, holding onto it even as it dipped into the hot water, and only let go once the at was cooked, safely retrieving it.
The hand-sliced lamb was a bit thicker, giving a faint sense of juice when chewed.
Not to ntion the taste, the toughness was like the back muscles of a body just beginning to skeletonize, slightly firm, but tearing easily.
“The bodies at the scene probably weren’t killed by Chu Yanqin,” Jiang Yuan suddenly remarked, then said, “Based on the evidence seen earlier and Chu Yanqin’s description, the thod of the victims’ deaths is essentially confird.”
“We don’t need to compare the details of the killings anymore?” Qi Changye was sowhat surprised.
“No need to compare them anymore.
After ruling out a few previous suspicions, other thods of killing couldn’t have been achieved by Chu Yanqin’s height and weight,” Jiang Yuan swished a few more pieces of lamb in the pot, eating them and saying, “The subsequent bodies are the sa; the murderer who killed them is mostly buried in the forest.
Chu Yanqin’s thod is quite clever…”
“It’s good she hasn’t killed anyone; it makes it more flexible for us to deal with,” Qi Changye breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly.
“Waiter, another six plates of this at,” Six feet calling over the waiter, having also taken three bullets to the chest.
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