Chapter 1282

The old man from the Rolls-Royce was dressed luxuriously and had a blunt tone, which perfectly matched people's stereotypes of extravagant aristocrats.

Jiang Yuan did not know him, and certainly wouldn't follow his lead. As a criminal police officer, answering such questions was a professional skill, so he only said, "The Sultan did not tell me about the specific case."

The old man was stunned, then frowned and said, "Of course the Sultan wouldn't tell you about the specific case, but he has already expressed his concern, understand?"

"I don't understand." Jiang Yuan wasn't just playing dumb. If he agreed here, he would obviously be manipulated by the old man who was "holding the Emperor to command the vassals," constantly having new demands put forward. Seeing that the first demand he pulled out was a non-invasive autopsy, one could imagine that this old man was clearly not a simple person to deal with.

On the other hand, this was also a basic interrogation technique. Friends who have often recorded statements in interrogation rooms know that telling the truth refers to the original words, not inferences, and certainly not speculation.

What the Sultan said to Jiang Yuan was "I hope you can make more contributions to Malaysia" and "I believe you can find the truth." Jiang Yuan also promised these two points. If the old man wants to use this relationship, he still needs to provide more evidence.

Huang Qiangmin walked up at this time; he was here to ask for evidence.

Although Malaysian Police Chief Kumar was sparring with the old man, the direction he was considering clearly did not fully align with Jiang Yuan and the Ningtai County Bureau, and Niza and the others were basically unable to help at this time.

Police Liaison Officer Chu Guanliang also hurried up and acted as Huang Qiangmin's translator.

Several people stood at the door, and after the first two sentences, the conversation became intense.

"No autopsy!" In the conversation, this was the sentence repeated the most.

However, except for the old man himself, whether it was Huang Qiangmin, Chu Guanliang, or Chief Kumar, they all seemed indifferent.

It is not new in the police world for powerful victims' families to demand privileges. But whether this privilege can be granted does not depend solely on the status of the victim's family.

Because the premise of the victim's family making excessive demands actually implies that you have a duty to solve the case. To be precise, the victim's family feels that solving the case is a basic requirement that doesn't need special mention—it's what you should do—and the additional demands they make are what they want to exchange for their privilege.

But for the police, solving a case is never foolproof. Especially under various constraints, the difficulty of solving a case increases significantly.

Sometimes, such cases involving politics are even impossible to solve, and the reason is politics.

Rather than that, it's better to refuse. Because if you agree, you only get the other party's momentary reserved smile; if you fail, you will receive the other party's thunderous retaliation.

Being in Malaysia, Huang Qiangmin didn't have that many scruples, so he simply headed toward a breakdown in negotiations, and his attitude became increasingly aggressive.

The momentum of the old man from the Rolls-Royce visibly faded, and he soon became a broken record, repeating nothing but "No autopsy."

After the two sides said a few more words, Huang Qiangmin paused the conversation, turned back, and said to Jiang Yuan: "High-altitude fall. The Malaysian police initially determined it was suicide, but the old man doesn't accept it. The deceased is the old man's son. Because of religious reasons, he doesn't want his son to undergo an autopsy. The local police's stance is that no autopsy means the current conclusion stands. After reaching this stalemate, the old man discovered you and felt you could do it, so he went to the Sultan—that's about it. It's up to you whether you take it or not."

Mu Zhiyang listened from the side and rolled his eyes: "Didn't the high-altitude fall already shatter him?"

Huang Qiangmin said: "A fall from 5 stories, about 20 meters. The body is basically intact, with one leg bone poking through. The forensic doctor's preliminary estimate is that the cause of death might be that after landing on one foot, the shattered bone punctured a blood vessel, leading to death from massive hemorrhage. But now there's no autopsy, and the forensic doctor doesn't dare to issue a formal appraisal report."

Mu Zhiyang looked at Jiang Yuan, who was silent on the side, and said: "If he landed on his feet, it's very likely suicide."

"The old man doesn't accept this result." Huang Qiangmin said, then added: "However, I listened to the old man talk, and his son really didn't have a reason to commit suicide. The old man has a deep background and is doing extremely well in political, business, and religious circles. His son also constantly changed girlfriends and had no clear mental illness. Jumping off a building suddenly really doesn't make sense."

Huang Qiangmin has been a criminal investigation brigade captain for over a decade, and his judgment on a case is still very accurate. People from different countries may have differences, but the dilemmas faced by those who commit suicide are the same.

Correspondingly, the old man drives a Rolls-Royce and can find Jiang Yuan through the Sultan; how could his son commit suicide when he had no mental health problems?

"Then can't we just investigate it as a murder case?" Jiang Yuan replied at this time, looked in the direction of the old man, and said: "With his ability, he should have a way to force the police to file it as a murder investigation without an autopsy."

Huang Qiangmin nodded and added: "Privately, the local police should have done some investigation, but they didn't find anything small or big, so they stopped on their own."

Jiang Yuan's expression became a bit more serious: "No findings at all? And not sure if it was an accident? Was there no one following the deceased at the time?"

"No." Huang Qiangmin's voice became a bit softer: "It is indeed a bit strange, so what the old man wants is for the police to intervene comprehensively, but the police are worried they won't be able to solve it."

This was a private conversation among several Chinese people, so it was relatively blunt.

If the deceased did not commit suicide, then this is a meticulously arranged murder case, which is not easy to solve. Considering the identity of the deceased, the cause of death is very likely to have overlapping political or religious factors. If you want to talk about complexity, it is absolutely very complex.

Huang Qiangmin deliberated before expressing his thoughts: "In my view, this case is a muddy pool for the Malaysian police. We, on the other hand, don't care. The worst result is that we fail to solve the case and get whipped by them, damaging our reputation. However, reputation is something that depends on how you look at it."

No matter how loud Jiang Yuan's reputation is in Malaysia, the substantive benefits are very few; sometimes, it might even have the opposite effect. Of course, this also depends on how Jiang Yuan views this matter, so Huang Qiangmin didn't say it definitively.

As soon as Jiang Yuan heard this, he knew Huang Qiangmin was inclined to take the case, so he said: "Then bring the relevant materials over for us to look at?"

"Can do. I'll go over and talk properly. If nothing else, Chu Guanliang wants it." Huang Qiangmin had long since thought through the relevant chain.

A while later, a police officer brought over a box of physical evidence.

Huang Qiangmin was stuck in the crowd, chatting enthusiastically with the old man, the chief, and others.

Jiang Yuan unfolded the existing evidence and quickly began to examine it.

The local police only did the most basic on-site survey, obtaining mainly photos of the rooftop and the ground. The forensic doctor also only did a surface examination of the body and did not provide many powerful conclusions, mainly focusing on descriptions.

Jiang Yuan didn't need the people before him to provide conclusions; he took the photos and quickly flipped through them.

Whether a high-altitude fall is suicide or homicide—such cases are a difficult and key point in cause-of-death investigations for forensic doctors. Similar to cases of hanging being suicide or homicide, they are all types that never go out of style.

However, just like how conservation of momentum is a difficult and key point in high school physics, and essay writing is a difficult and key point in high school Chinese, yet still stumps so many people during the college entrance exam, it is not very easy to judge whether a simple high-altitude fall is suicide or homicide using forensic means.

In fact, if difficulty is the standard, judging whether a high-altitude fall is suicide or homicide is much more difficult than judging whether a hanging is suicide or homicide.

Because if a murderer wants to create the illusion of a hanging suicide, they must either kill the person first by strangulation or smothering, then arrange the deceased's body to look like a hanging, or they must forcibly hang the victim while they are still alive. These processes, as long as the victim resists, easily leave traces. And if drugs are used, it's easy for them to show up in toxicology.

In general, hanging suicide and hanging homicide are two different processes.

As for a high-altitude fall, whether it is suicide or homicide, it is one process.

Looking at the body alone, it's not very easy to tell, not to mention that the body hasn't undergone an autopsy.

As for the rooftop, the footprints were exceptionally chaotic. People went up there to smoke on weekdays, and since the frequency of cleaning was low, a large number of footprints were left behind.

At first glance, besides the fact that the deceased's footprints were indeed on the edge of the rooftop, there were no other clues.

Jiang Yuan looked at the footprints on the edge of the rooftop photographed by the local police again and again, and finally simply used his temporary +1 skill. After confirming, he beckoned and called Shen Yaowei over.

"Team Leader Jiang?" Shen Yaowei was eager to try, having an urge to jump off the rooftop at any moment.

"You tell Political Huang Zhengwei, don't let anyone else hear, just say the deceased is definitely a homicide." Jiang Yuan said as he stood up.

Shen Yaowei's eyebrows jumped: "Do I need to give a reason?"

"Political Huang Zhengwei might not ask. If he asks, you just say it was seen through the footprints. The victim's footprints at the edge of the rooftop are faint and insubstantial, with uneven force distribution, and do not conform to the characteristics of self-standing; they look more like they were made by someone pressing them down." After Jiang Yuan finished speaking, he walked toward the parking lot.

The group had already stood here long enough. As for the negotiation issue, Jiang Yuan believed that once Huang Qiangmin got this information, he would definitely be able to make full use of it.

(End of chapter)