Chapter 107: Discovery

In the funeral home in the middle of the night, the sound of the wind was like a group of ghosts passing by. The fallen leaves danced all over the sky, neither willing to leave nor willing to fall, as if there were many unfulfilled wishes.

In the funeral home in the middle of the night, the lights were swaying. Looking from outside the window, the intertwined patterns of light and shadow were like a gorgeous cage set by fate. Turning to look behind him, it was pitch black night and gray sky. He always felt that something would jump out coldly and say to you: Hi!

In the funeral home in the middle of the night, there is always the sound of doors and windows shaking, the sound of locks opening and clicking, and the sound of water dripping forever, winter, winter, winter. Even if it was carefully repaired during the day, various unexpected situations always appeared at night.

In the autopsy room on the negative first floor, the heroic music never stopped:

"Running naked, running naked, running around the street..."

A song "Shanghai Bund" brought Li Zhen into his youth, making him intoxicated and nostalgic.

At that time, it was still young forensic doctor Xiao Li, who was assigned to Langgu County, a junior college student who was the focus of the whole county!

In the first month of work, Xiao Li performed autopsies on 9 bodies. When he went to the restaurant to eat, the boss had to give him two more braised ribs.

Listening to the song, Li Zhen seemed to return to the past.

Thinking that the conditions were simple at that time, and when encountering some cases, the conditions were not available, and they had to perform autopsies on the spot. From time to time, they had to open the chest, abdomen, and skull on the floor of the deceased's bedroom. At that time, kneeling in front of the body to work, and being tired and backache at a young age, if

Unlike now, where I can even have an office in the funeral home; no wind, no rain, just a bit cold. Hiss~~~

"This is all the stuff dug out of the grave." Jiang Yuan looked over the last piece of fabric, put it back into the large evidence box on the small table, and couldn't help but stand up to stretch his back, slowly turning and moving around to loosen up.

He didn't dare move too much, worried about waking the neighbors in the surrounding boxes.

Li Zhen had long since collapsed from exhaustion. He was sprawled very casually on the autopsy table next to him, even doing a strange, non-standard yoga pose. It was a bit comical, like a corpse that had been forcibly positioned.

He had been focused on listening to music, but upon hearing Jiang Yuan's voice, he lifted his chin, looking like an arrogant, elderly, dry, and thin old cat that didn't like to be bothered.

"Just sleep when you're done. There's a folding cot inside; you can just open it and sleep. You're too tired."

Jiang Yuan:...

"... There's a folding cot, why are you sleeping on the autopsy table? This is too cold." Jiang Yuan hadn't noticed while he was focused on organizing evidence, but now that he turned his head to look, he felt like he was chatting with a long-dead corpse.

He stared at that stainless steel autopsy table and couldn't help but shiver!

Li Zhen smiled and said, "You didn't look closely; I have a military overcoat padded underneath."

"That military overcoat of yours just sits in the autopsy room, and you're always padding the autopsy table with it; it's probably marinated in the smell. Plus, it's too big; it would be more appropriate to put it on a corpse."

"This was originally for covering corpses. The family didn't want it, and I happened to be dating at the time and had no money, and it was almost the New Year, and I didn't have money to buy new clothes..."

Wu Wu Fa Yi Li himself couldn't figure it out. Actually, he was still young at the time; he autopsied the person under the military overcoat, found the cause of death, and soon helped solve the case and caught the killer.

The family came to claim the body and threw the military overcoat away.

Because normally when encountering this kind of thing, the family wishes they could burn everything belonging to the deceased and doesn't want to see anything related to them; they probably feel sad just thinking about it.

He kept this military overcoat, and as a result, he kept it ever since. He wasn't afraid; he even found it quite intimate.

Jiang Yuan calculated Li Zhen's age, then estimated the age when he was dating, and was suddenly filled with reverence for the military overcoat beneath him. This thing was no longer an overcoat; it was a magical artifact!

"Are we really not going home?" Jiang Yuan asked again.

Li Zhen poked outside with his thumb and said, "If you're scared, you can go out and stroll around!"

Jiang Yuan thought about it: the room inside was an autopsy room, managed by the police bureau; outside the room was the funeral home, managed by the civil affairs department. No matter how he thought about it, he felt the autopsy room was safer.

"It's not that I'm scared, it's just that sleeping here feels uncomfortable." Jiang Yuan found the folding cot and measured it slightly, only to find that the length was indeed not enough.

"Then let's keep working." Li Zhen gave a suggestion, turned over, and started playing "Sweet Honey" for his wife.

"Sweet honey, sweet honey..."

The sound of Wu Wu Fa Yi Li's pinched-voice singing rang out in the autopsy room, and Jiang Yuan couldn't help but shiver again!

Lying on an autopsy table singing "Sweet Honey"—no matter how you think about it, it feels a bit full of corpse aura.

Jiang Yuan brought another box of evidence to the table, spread out the record book, and put on a new pair of gloves—Li Zhen was preparing to sleep and couldn't attend to him.

Compared to the evidence in the large evidence box just now, the importance of this box of evidence was much lower.

The evidence in the large evidence box was all dug out from that sloppy grave, including the victim Sun Jingyi's clothes, several personal items, and the soil under the corpse's abdomen, etc. These pieces of evidence had also been sampled and sent for inspection; they were the most highly-watched evidence most likely to produce results.

The box of evidence Jiang Yuan now brought to the table came from outside the grave, items found within a one-kilometer radius starting from the grave.

"Sword of Coming"

There were four such boxes in total. If placed elsewhere, they would be the results of picking up trash, but here, every item had to be repeatedly scrutinized before being passed over.

Among them, the most eye-catching evidence was a cigarette butt. If it were the criminal's cigarette butt, it would be equivalent to the criminal voluntarily reporting their ID number.

As it turned out, the facts proved it was just caused by the unprofessionalism of the search team.

Someone had secretly smoked during the search and casually threw the cigarette butt into the woods, and carefully stepped on it to extinguish it.

Actually, there was nothing to say; the search had been going on for more than a day, and it was impossible to stop the smokers from smoking, especially since it was in the wild.

In addition, the search team was just a professional search and rescue team, including semi-official organizations like the local Blue Sky Rescue Team, but they were not a professional police force. They had neither received relevant training nor had corresponding obligations, and in such a harsh environment, it was not easy to manage.

When they were smoking, they didn't know that a corpse might be dug up here.

Jiang Yuan put the cigarette butts, toilet paper, etc., that had been claimed by someone aside first.

There were still quite a few things left in the box, including unclaimed plastic bags, lighter shells, mineral water bottles, shoe soles, fishhooks and fishing lines, nets, cloth bags, torn clothes, food packaging bags and boxes...

Jiang Yuan took them out one by one to examine them.

Afterward, he brushed for fingerprints one by one, then wiped for DNA.

If this work were handed to other crime scene investigators or technicians, they could still do it, but those who could do it well were indeed very, very few.

Just when wiping for DNA, dipping the cotton swab in a little water to make it semi-dry and semi-wet before wiping—there were not many people willing to do such a small action. They might have all learned that it was good, but in reality, they usually just took a cotton swab and did it.

As for the wiping action, suitable evidence bags, and timely delivery for inspection—even fewer people could do these well. These were all very trivial and complex matters that might not necessarily yield results.

Similar to trace evidence, the core of DNA testing actually lies in the extraction of the specimen.

Speaking of extraction, there was actually no high difficulty, nothing more than carefulness, patience, and proficiency, but in reality, not many people could achieve it.

Some people were truly too lazy to do it, and some people actually couldn't finish it and had to rush the operation.

In this regard, crime scene investigators or technicians were actually no different from elementary school students. Teachers and parents would repeatedly exhort them to write neatly, be serious and meticulous, and not be careless, and then hope the children would be more proactive and do more homework.

In fact, among the children in a class, it was very likely that not a single one could achieve all of these. Even with crazy "chicken parenting," those who could maintain it were few and far between.

And at this moment, Jiang Yuan was the most proactive and serious elementary school student in the elementary school class.

His emotions and state were very high-spirited.

He used the newly acquired sketching skill to draw a picture, marking the distribution of evidence around Sun Jingyi's grave. Although it was a tool diagram, it actually looked very comfortable.

Then he began to process the evidence itself.

Out of habit, he scanned for fingerprints first.

Whether to scan for fingerprints or DNA first was occasionally debated. Everyone criticized each other for not being careful enough, and under normal circumstances, whoever arrived first would inspect first.

Jiang Yuan was still more familiar with fingerprints.

He scanned items one by one: scanned past Baishui Mountain, scanned past Wahaha, scanned past Ice Dew, and when he scanned a bottle of Nongfu Spring, Jiang Yuan fell into deep thought while looking at the scanned fingerprints.

He took the fingerprint off and held it in his hand, gazing at it quietly.

This fingerprint was about three-quarters the size of a normal fingerprint and was taken quite completely, with relatively clear papillary lines—with such clear fingerprints, if there were a corresponding one in the database, any trace examiner could easily make a match.

It didn't look like a fingerprint encountered during a fingerprint battle either.

But he felt a sense of déjà vu.

A fingerprint expert's impression of fingerprints is probably like a scumbag's impression of an ex-girlfriend.

Jiang Yuan kept pushing his thoughts forward, pushing forward.

As he thought, a fingerprint suddenly popped into Jiang Yuan's mind!

The Wenxiang Arson Case!

After multiple cases were linked together back then, multiple arson cases that occurred in Wenxiang were solved, except for one case.

That arson case involving forest land was not solved.

Jiang Yuan immediately took out his phone and started checking.

In his memory, that arsonist had confessed to several cases back then, but only denied this one, so this case was temporarily shelved.

And the fingerprint extracted from that case was blurry, but compared to the fingerprint in front of him... it actually had many similarities!

Damn it!

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Sure enough, the teacher was right; every effort will not be in vain.

Jiang Yuan excitedly pushed Wu Wu Fa Yi Li, who had just dozed off on the autopsy table!