Chapter 117

"Don't dissect me. Don't dissect me!" Mu Zhiyang wailed and opened his eyes.

For a human being, being dissected alive is absolutely the terror of terrors. Even criminal police who understand relevant information, thinking of such things, will only feel more terrified.

For Mu Zhiyang, yesterday's experience could be described as the most tragic in his life, so that the dream constantly emerged in this scene.

"No one is dissecting you. It's fine." The comforting voice came from his ear.

Mu Zhiyang breathed a sigh of relief, and felt something was wrong, looked closely, this big face in front of him was indeed forensic doctor Jiang Yuan!

"Damn..."

Mu Zhiyang's soul was scared to jump up.

"It's fine, it's fine, we are here to see you." Jiang Yuan gently pressed him down, just like smoothing a corpse.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

The monitor beside Mu Zhiyang started to beep first.

A nurse poked her head in to look, frowned and criticized: "What are you doing? The patient has just had surgery, don't mess with him, and don't make excessive jokes."

"Okay, okay." Wei Zhengguo promised on the side.

Mu Zhiyang's soul slowly floated back into his body, looking at Jiang Yuan pitifully, and said: "Wu Wu Fa Yi Jiang, I'll call you Brother Jiang, please don't come to see me, I'll take your heart, my heart really can't bear it..."

"Fine." Jiang Yuan sighed.

Wei Zhengguo said on the side: "This time thanks to Jiang Yuan for stopping your bleeding, the doctor said, if you lost more blood, it would be quite troublesome."

"Many thanks, Brother Jiang." Mu Zhiyang said hurriedly: "I'm not ignorant, I'm really scared."

"It's fine." Jiang Yuan nodded.

Wei Zhengguo patted Jiang Yuan's shoulder and said earnestly: "As a forensic doctor, there is always a moment to be disliked, which is normal."

"Well." Jiang Yuan nodded slowly.

Mu Zhiyang said anxiously: "I'm not disliking, I don't mean that..."

"It's fine, you will always be disliked by others." Jiang Yuan patted Mu Zhiyang's good arm, looking very open-minded.

If it weren't for seeing the corners of Wei Zhengguo's mouth smiling involuntarily, Mu Zhiyang would almost have taken it seriously.

After seeing Mu Zhiyang, Jiang Yuan and Wei Zhengguo rushed to Qinghe City for a meeting.

Among the five-person group, Old Hu was unconscious, and the remaining four were not tough guys.

Or rather, the prisoner's dilemma after separate interrogation made the four people unwilling to let others take advantage.

When they killed people, they did it happily, and when they confessed others, they also confessed happily.

Of course, everyone only wanted to confess the one they didn't participate in; the four people fed shit in a cycle, forming a perfect closed loop.

In just two days, the four confessed to 6 homicide cases involving 12 lives.

Among them, the one with the most murders killed three people at once.

The case developed to this extent, and the special task force under Liu Jinghui also expanded step by step to a scale of hundreds of people, half of whom entered the old hunting trails to find corpses and physical evidence.

They wouldn't be back for a month.

Jiang Yuan felt tired just thinking about it.

When he saw Liu Jinghui again, he also looked tired.

"Is Mu Zhiyang okay?" As the police officer who was most seriously injured in the operation, Liu Jinghui also remembered his name.

Jiang Yuan nodded and said: "A bit of impact on the spirit, the body is fine."

"That's good, that's good." Liu Jinghui rubbed his temples and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I actually want to lie in the hospital now, no one gives me this opportunity."

"Is the situation complicated?"

"It's not complicated, it's just that there are many things. Just now I received a few members of a backpacker association from a certain city and showed them a few photos that could be seen." Liu Jinghui shook his head and said: "There are already 8 backpackers who have proven to be dead, and the higher-ups are also afraid of causing panic."

Wei Zhengguo curled his lips and said: "Aren't they going for adventure? Serial killers should be part of the dangerous situation."

Liu Jinghui's mouth twitched, and he said slowly: "Your words are quite logical, but you can't say that; the main thing is that we didn't bring these people to justice in time."

Wei Zhengguo shrugged.

Jiang Yuan coughed twice and asked: "Are there any corpses sent back?"

"No?"

"No. So far, not a single corpse has been found." Liu Jinghui nodded lightly and said: "These guys don't just discard corpses. They will throw some tempting soup ingredients on the corpses, which is what Old Guo boiled himself; it is said that it is easy to attract wild boars and dogs and bears."

"So the corpses can't be found?"

"Not only that, they also come back to see the situation after a while, and then deal with the remaining corpses, not like we thought, completely discarding them and ignoring them."

Jiang Yuan thought a lot and asked: "Then how do they deal with the remaining corpses?"

"Re-throwing soup ingredients, often trying to move the corpses. However, more people went this time, see if they can find any remaining corpses."

To determine a homicide, it is better to find the corpse.

Although in some cases, cases can be judged without corpses, but those are a minority after all.

Liu Jinghui, who is used to working in large units, is actually not willing to be a person who breaks the rules. Being able to solve the case under existing conditions is what he likes to do most.

Jiang Yuan was slightly regretful; if he could personally dissect and analyze the corpses, he might be able to read more information. Maybe he could get two more legacies.

Liu Jinghui saw it; if another police officer expressed regret, Liu Jinghui would definitely tell him to go wherever he came from. But for Jiang Yuan, Liu Jinghui still had to comfort him.

He took a bottle of mineral water for Jiang Yuan and Wei Zhengguo each, smiled happily and said: "Now even if the corpse comes, you probably don't have time to perform an autopsy. In a few days, I plan to hold a swearing-in rally; at that time, I will award medals to those of you who have made contributions."

Jiang Yuan had enough meritorious performance in the fingerprint battle, so he was quite looking forward to it and asked directly: "Is it confirmed?"

"Confirmed. You are a second-class merit, that sniper is a second-class merit, Mu Zhiyang is a third-class merit, in addition, do you remember Zhu Huanguang during the fingerprint battle? He is also a third-class merit." After Liu Jinghui finished speaking, he specifically pointed out: "Yours doesn't count this time. After the whole case is over, there should be another opportunity."

Jiang Yuan was surprised: "Can I get it again?"

"Not counting this time, you can definitely get it again." Liu Jinghui laughed and said: "When the time comes, look at your results; if you make new contributions, maybe you can merge into another second-class merit, if not, then look at this case, how much more stuff can be dug out."

The second-class merit of the police system is not as difficult as the military system, but it is also extremely simple. Like Mu Zhiyang, if his arm was broken and he became seriously injured, he might be able to get a second-class merit.

Or, Mu Zhiyang faced the criminals alone at that time, didn't retreat when slightly injured, and pressed the bandit leader alone, then he could also get a second-class merit; otherwise, just like now, it can only be a third-class merit.

Of course, a third-class merit is also extremely good; most police officers stop at the third-class merit.

And those who can get a second-class merit, although there is no written document, will basically be prioritized for promotion and given considerable attention. And the part with written regulations is that you can get a full pension, you can add 5 points to your children's college entrance examination, and get a bonus of 10,000 yuan...

Just from the addition of the pension and the extra points for children's college entrance examination, one can imagine that the explosion rate of this thing is really not high.

Jiang Yuan thanked Liu Jinghui, and the process of getting the commendation last time flashed through his mind. This time, he really had to think carefully about the system's rewards.