civil forensic

Chapter 1311 Jiang Shen is like this

Chapter 1311 Jiang Shen is like this

The feeling of cutting fat and cutting muscle is very different.

If the knife is sharp, cutting through muscle feels crisp and satisfying, without any sense of hardness. The muscles of a bodybuilding champion in a drug-using league have the same texture; as long as the knife is fast enough, it's over in a flash, just like an A4 sheet of paper cutting your finger. Only after the knife is gone does the body realize it has been cut.

However, cutting fat with a sharp knife is a different story. Fat is greasy, or rather, sticky. Even with a very sharp knife, the fat on both sides will stick to the blade, making it difficult to cut and requiring more force.

Because the scalpel is very thin and sharp, it cannot be used with brute force. If it breaks, not only will the user be easily injured, but the embedded blade will also directly damage the autopsy results.

Therefore, when dealing with obese politicians, performing an autopsy alone would be extremely tiring. Ideally, someone should be able to hold the cut fat in place. The chief forensic surgeon only needs to make a light incision, the assistant then gathers the fat, makes another incision, and the assistant then holds it in place again. The movements are as simple as holding up a buttock or wiping it. The core of the procedure is to be light and clean, while the outer parts require more effort.

This is a unique kind of pleasure for senior forensic doctors, and the more people they break apart, the more comfortable they feel.

Ideally, you should make a single cut, have two people stand on each side and hold them in place, then make another cut, and have one or two more people assist. This will make the movement very smooth and comfortable.

In such situations, even forensic doctors who don't usually like to dissect corpses themselves are often willing to make an incision.

Of course, nobody likes the heartfelt parts that come later.

Because the fat layer is very thick, and you can't cut the fat off, you have to reach in with your arm to scoop it out. For a layer of fat about four fingers deep, you have to reach in with your arm about four fingers deep. When you pull on the internal organs with force, your taut arm will inevitably rub against the taut internal organs of the corpse. As we all know, four fingers of fat is the limit for a pig with a body fat percentage of 18%, but it is only the starting point for ordinary humans, because an ordinary man's abdominal muscles will be visible if his body fat percentage is 15% lower...

The fat councilor had only recently died, and his body was still warm, much like the steaming hot beef that the Twin Tails district liked. His internal organs were also in very good condition; apart from the pancreas, which had dissolved, the rest were fine. Jiang Yuan had Jacob remove them all, weigh them, and slice them. During this process, he made sure to collect extra blood from the heart for testing.

While Jacob was busy with his work, Jiang Yuan focused his attention on the corpse's neck.

While a backhand slash may look impressive, a casual slash reveals the positional relationship between the killer and the victim at the moment of the strike, depending on the angle and force used.

In many cases, if it is determined that both individuals are standing, forensic experts can use this information to deduce the perpetrator's height and arm span.

However, this time the victim was unable to stand upright when he was stabbed, so Jiang Yuan could deduce the extent to which the perpetrator's knees were bent based on the known height of the assailant...

It's just not very useful.

Most of the information obtained from forensic examinations is actually useless. But with artillery fire, you never know which shell will ultimately have an effect.

While the precision of a sharpshooter is certainly commendable, it is ultimately just a choice made out of necessity.

Anyone with a bit of capital would be willing to use an iron will to fight against airplanes and cannons.

The autopsy is complete.

Jiang Yuan put down the scalpel, and Jacob immediately stood up and began to clap his hands.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Jacob led everyone in a collective bow, and even while bowing, he looked up and said, "Jiang Shen's guidance has enlightened us."

"Uh, not really." Jiang Yuan raised his hands slightly, a little unaccustomed to the change in Jacob's British style.

Jacob wasn't embarrassed at all. He straightened up, leaned closer to Jiang Yuan, and whispered, "Jiang Shen, I've been learning about the Chinese forensic doctors' procedures in the autopsy room online. If there's anything I'm doing incorrectly, please give me some pointers."

Jiang Yuan's expression shifted from surprise to contemplation. After a moment, he slowly said, "Perhaps you should first distinguish between Chinese and Japanese styles?"

……

Back at the police station, I felt a blast of cold air as soon as I entered.

Looking around, the uniformed police officers were all moving quietly and hurriedly. The usually bustling lobby coffee bar was almost empty, and there was no loud conversation coming from it.

Jiang Yuan and Mu Zhiyang exchanged a glance, both sensing the unusual atmosphere.

Similar tense atmospheres frequently occurred during Huang Qiangmin's tenure at the Ningtai County Public Security Bureau. This was the kind of atmosphere that would arise whenever there were major cases that were difficult to investigate, or when orders from higher authorities were given to solve cases within a specified timeframe and things were not going smoothly.

This is similar to a company experiencing business decline and a sharp drop in revenue, or a class falling behind in academic performance and being left behind. Even if subordinates and students lack ambition, a capable leader will inspire them to strive.

"Has the case taken a turn for the worse?" Jiang Yuan didn't rush upstairs, but grabbed a familiar-looking person instead.

He couldn't recall the other person's name, but the other person recognized Jiang Yuan at a glance. After a slight hesitation, he said, "The director has identified a suspect, but his attempt to arrest him was thwarted, and now it's said that the person has escaped."

"Where is Nicha?" Jiang Yuan asked.

"I don't know, they went to hunt them down?"

"Okay, thank you." Jiang Yuan let the man go, then turned around and relayed the message to Huang Qiangmin in Chinese.

Huang Qiangmin simply grunted twice, then picked up his phone and said, "I'll call Cui Xiaohu over and ask Chu Guanliang what's going on. You can call Nicha and ask him."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Nicha had already run down from the second floor.

"Jiang Shen!" Upon seeing Jiang Yuan, Nicha was overjoyed, as if he had risen from the dead.

Huang Qiangmin stopped Nicha first, saying, "We're getting ready to go back."

"Huh?" Nicha was taken aback, and quickly said, "You're in too much of a hurry. This...this case isn't over yet, is it?"

"Solving cases is one thing, but as for apprehending fugitives, that's your job." After witnessing the two young men's frantic and bloody escapes, Huang Qiangmin didn't want Jiang Yuan to take on any more cases like this. Moreover, this case clearly had political elements involved.

“No, no, no.” Nicha waved his hands repeatedly and said, “It’s not about chasing a fugitive. We’ve already identified the suspect, but we’re worried that we don’t have enough evidence to arrest him now.”

After speaking, Ni looked at Jiang Yuan and said, "I hope you understand that although I personally believe the footprint analysis is flawless and absolutely sufficient to prove the other party's innocence, including the chief, all the officers involved in this case agree. However, to apply for a search warrant and an arrest warrant, we need other evidence..."

Nicha stared at Jiang Yuan expectantly, trying to figure out how to explain further as he spoke.

Jiang Yuan waved his hand, "Where to say it? To whom?"

"Uh... there are a few people, including prosecutors and several superiors, in the conference room..."

"Let's go." Jiang Yuan nodded. To him, it was all about describing evidence, so there wasn't much difference.

Nicha hurriedly asked, "Do you have another plan?"

"Of course." Jiang Yuan couldn't help but smile.

Mu Zhiyang, standing beside him, offered a mocking smile.

Go upstairs.

Around the conference table, several people were having a heated argument, but when they saw Jiang Yuan through the transparent double doors, they all stopped.

As Jiang Yuan entered, someone stood up first, and then everyone else stood up as well.

“Mr. Jiang Yuan has new evidence.” Nicha, worried about misunderstandings, quickly stepped forward to explain, then said to Jiang Yuan and the others, “Let me introduce you, this is our renowned prosecutor, Yahos… this is Representative Lazi’s representative… this…”

“That’s great.” The first member of parliament to stand up said eagerly, “We were just discussing… the suspect’s identity is special, and we need enough evidence to make an arrest. Otherwise, at least for now, we can only watch.”

Mu Zhiyang pursed his lips and said, "I should at least bring it back and ask..."

"This sentence doesn't need translation," Huang Qiangmin said, pretending to be serious after the translators had already done so.

Mu Zhiyang shrugged and smiled, then took a step back.

Jiang Yuan once again became the center of everyone's attention.

Jiang Yuan didn't intend to keep everyone waiting. He looked around and said, "I just finished the autopsy. Simply put, during the investigation phase, the judgment made through footprint identification is supported by both the autopsy and the trace evidence. For the same conclusion, I can provide new evidence that is not based on footprint identification. If that's enough..."

This left not only the police officers like Nicha stunned, but also the prosecutor Yahos, who frequently handled cases.

Nicha recalled past scenes and, taking a break, said to the person next to him, "This is how Jiang Shen is."