Chapter 1283

The black Rolls-Royce drove lightly into a bustling small alley and stopped in front of a shadow wall.

The driver trotted down from the front seat and pulled open the rear suicide doors, causing Huang Qiangmin, who was in the back, to grin broadly and step out elegantly.

"Can't do this, can't do this." Huang Qiangmin patted the hand of the old man who followed him down and said repeatedly: "This car isn't suitable for us, it's not suitable."

"I actually think it's too suitable. You are so tired from handling cases; the seats in this car are softer, and it's more comfortable to lie down and sleep. And look, God Jiang's legs are so long; he's not comfortable sitting in an ordinary car, so only an extended Rolls-Royce is suitable." The old man Hasan praised him insincerely, like a patient drinking Kangfuxin liquid to treat oral ulcers, only talking about how beautiful the American twin ponytails are.

Huang Qiangmin resisted his inner satisfaction, touched the door frame of the Rolls-Royce, and sighed: "Forget it. If someone takes a picture and sends it back to the country, it might cause a stir. It's best if we sit in a domestic car, or just sit in the existing vehicles of the Malaysian police."

"How can that be."

"It's fine. Chinese people sitting in Chinese cars—this is also suitable."

"Then I'll think of a way." Seeing that Huang Qiangmin wasn't just being polite, the old man finally stopped.

Jiang Yuan got out of the extended Rolls-Royce behind them and came to Huang Qiangmin's side.

"Go, go, go, let's go inside and talk." Huang Qiangmin immediately pulled Jiang Yuan along, not giving the old man a chance to speak.

This guy's identity was too complex, and Huang Qiangmin didn't want Jiang Yuan to have too much contact with him.

The old man Hasan actually knew Huang Qiangmin's thoughts, or rather, Huang Qiangmin had already expressed them in plain language during the previous intense conflict. The old man was still following along, just pestering the investigation team by relying on his age and refusing to leave.

If this were back home, it naturally wouldn't be allowed, but in Malaysia, this was a matter of the local police station's values.

However, Hasan was also following Huang Qiangmin, Jiang Yuan, and the others as much as possible. Besides observing, he rarely nagged or expressed opinions, so it could only be said that he wasn't too annoying.

As the group talked and merged into the shadow wall, they saw that in the hall inside, two rows of attendants were already standing neatly, and several hot pot tables in the middle had already been prepared.

"Everyone, let's eat while we talk..." Hasan greeted Jiang Yuan and the others politely, saying: "I had these hot pot tables shipped from Chongqing yesterday. The soup base, ingredients, and seasonings were all shipped together by plane. And the kitchen staff and waiters were also borrowed from local partners..."

While speaking, attendants stepped forward to turn on the heat, letting the hot pots all boil.

In the luxurious hall with complex patterns, the full set of hot pot utensils from a certain mountain city hot pot restaurant blankly and helplessly ushered in a second spring.

"Sit." Huang Qiangmin said, pulling Jiang Yuan to sit with several local high-level officials.

The old man Hasan hurried forward to help Jiang Yuan and the others prepare seasonings, and then, over the hot pot, prepared to talk slowly about the case.

Jiang Yuan listened to Huang Qiangmin exchanging pleasantries with the others. He first ate a few bites to pad his stomach and let his Chinese stomach accumulate some strength, then looked at Huang Qiangmin and, according to the plan, said: "The case is actually not complex. The cause of death is basically clear; it should be a homicide without a doubt."

The people at the tables in front were all sitting upright, listening to Jiang Yuan speak, letting the hot pot bubble away.

Jiang Yuan had said the same thing to several waves of people before, but explaining it uniformly now had the significance of forming a consensus. In terms of investigating a case, this was equivalent to an informal case analysis meeting, clarifying the reasons and finally defining the direction of the investigation.

If there were any dissenting opinions, this was also a suitable time to raise them. The members of Jiang Yuan's cold case task force had already completed a small meeting, so what really mattered was the old man Hasan and the several local high-level officials he brought.

Several people quickly exchanged glances, two of them even whispered to each other for 10 seconds. Then, the person sitting in the middle said: "No autopsy needed?"

"An autopsy is of course better and would be more accurate; an autopsy is the gold standard." Jiang Yuan expressed his opinion first. Seeing the expressions of the few change slightly, thinking there might be a reversal, he added: "Looking at it now, the MSCT plain scan, 3D reconstruction, and MRI scan done last night are at least enough to clarify the cause of death of the deceased and bring some clues."

MSCT is a multi-slice CT, which is also a type of CT commonly used clinically now. MRI scan is magnetic resonance imaging, which is also an instrument that ordinary people often use when seeing a doctor.

A non-invasive autopsy mainly uses these imaging instruments to make judgments. It also has some advantages that an autopsy does not have. For example, parts like the mandible are generally not done during an autopsy because it's hard to look at after it's done, which many family members find hard to accept. But doing imaging is very comprehensive.

But on the other hand, even in surgical medical treatment, opening it up for visual operation is still the most accurate way to check, which is the so-called "surgical exploration."

Hasan was visibly relieved. Then, his expression began to become solemn, and he still had to be careful, saying: "Please go ahead."

Jiang Yuan put down his chopsticks, took out his notebook on the spot, and said: "I won't go into such detail, I'll just talk about the clues I've judged. The deceased's left shoulder and right outer chest have skin abrasions, and there is a skin contusion under the left scapula, about 10*4 in area. It's a relatively large area. To explain it purely by a high-altitude fall, I can't say it's impossible to explain, but it's slightly forced."

"Scalp injuries and fractures in various locations, I won't mention for now. I noticed a thoracic spine fracture occurring at the T11 position. Because this fracture was not caused by direct violence, and combined with the fact that there were no injuries to the skin on the back, it is easily considered an indirect injury from impact. But in my view, the injury in this area is more like it was caused by restraint and struggle."

As Jiang Yuan spoke, he stood up directly, pulled over Shen Yaowei, wrapped his arm around his chest with one hand, and lifted him up.

Jiang Yuan was more than a head taller than Shen Yaowei, and his left arm's wingspan was enough to wrap from his left chest to his right chest.

Jiang Yuan gestured and said: "Applying force here, if one is strong enough, combined with the fact that the deceased was relatively thin and weak, it is possible to cause a fracture in a suspended state. Moreover, judging from the direction of the fracture, the force did not come from below, but from the side. Therefore, I am more inclined to believe it was caused by a person, rather than a high-altitude fall."

Jiang Yuan then signaled Wang Chuansheng to take out the CT plain film and said: "From this cross-section, you can directly observe the morphology and distribution of the vertebral fracture. This point is actually relatively difficult to do in an autopsy."

A very professional explanation. Hasan himself naturally couldn't understand it, but he brought professionals, and several local high-level officials also needed these professional explanations to make a determination.

"Will you write an autopsy report and sign it based on this?" One of the people Hasan brought asked.

"I can." Jiang Yuan didn't hesitate.

Compared to footprint evidence, he himself also needed this forensic evidence.

The expert Hasan brought asked a few more shallow questions, then nodded to Hasan.

Jiang Yuan, however, didn't wait for Hasan and the others to make another decision and said directly: "Now let's talk about the issue of how to investigate."

After Jiang Yuan finished speaking, he stuffed his notebook back, picked up his chopsticks again, and started to swish meat.

The beef, covered in sesame oil, burst with full juices.

Hasan and the others sat up straight again, and all picked up their chopsticks to put on a show.

Jiang Yuan chewed the beef hard a few times, swallowed it, exhaled, and said: "I looked at the photos of the scene and also used a survey light to scan the scene. On the rooftop, especially at the edge of the rooftop, there were only the deceased's footprints, as well as the footprints of two people inside the building. The time of the footprints of the two people inside the building does not match the deceased's footprints, and the footprint positions do not overlap. They should have been left behind from smoking earlier."

Jiang Yuan: "After carefully analyzing other traces on the rooftop, I believe the number of murderers is unknown, but they should have worn foot covers."

"Foot covers?" Hasan and the others all seemed a bit confused.

Wang Chuansheng opened a picture on the side for them to see.

Jiang Yuan didn't explain much, but skipped this topic and said: "Next, there are several investigation directions. Let's see how you hope to investigate, and then see how the luck goes. First, start from the deceased's related persons; second, start from the deceased's interest relationships; third, start from the deceased's movements... Which one will you choose?"

He could never say such things back home, even as a guest army, but abroad, facing powerful people, he had no special scruples.

More importantly, no matter which investigation direction it is, it requires the cooperation of the investigated personnel. If communication cannot be achieved and cooperation cannot be reached, this case can only end here and be handed over to the Malaysian police to handle.

Just in terms of demand, Jiang Yuan clarified that the deceased was a homicide, which could be considered as completing Hasan's first small question, worthy of his hot pot and Rolls-Royce, plus Chu Guanliang's early holding.

Hasan and the others listened and didn't feel there was any problem at all, exchanging glances on the spot.

"Back home, we always carry out several clues together, and sometimes we still can't find the murderer..." Jiang Yuan added another sentence, then began to eat the hot pot seriously.

(End of chapter)