Chapter 1297

Cutting fat and cutting muscle feel very different.

If the knife is sharp, cutting muscle feels crisp and smooth, not hard at all—even the muscles of a fitness champion who takes performance-enhancing drugs feel like that; as long as the knife is fast enough, it passes through in a swipe, just like slicing a finger with A4 paper, and the body only realizes it's been cut after the knife has passed.

But cutting fat with a fast knife is not like that. Fat is greasy, or rather sticky; even with a very sharp knife, the fat on both sides sticks to the blade, making it harder to move, and thus requiring more force.

Since the scalpel is very thin and sharp, you cannot use brute force when using it—if it breaks, not only are you easily injured, but the broken blade flying in will directly ruin the autopsy results.

So when dealing with obese corpses like this, an autopsy is very tiring for one person; it's best if someone can hold the separated fat, so the lead forensic doctor only needs to make a light cut, the assistant then hugs the fat, then makes another cut, the assistant pulls it apart again— the motion is just like parting the buttocks to wipe, the core part emphasizes lightness and cleanliness, while the periphery requires strenuous effort.

This is also the pleasure unique to senior forensic doctors, and the more people pulling, the more comfortable it feels.

Best is to make one incision and immediately have two people, one on each flap, holding it apart, then another cut, then one or two more people coordinating—the motion becomes especially smooth and especially comfortable.

At such times, even forensic doctors who usually dislike personally performing autopsies often willingly make the first cut.

Of course, the part afterward involving removing the heart and lungs is disliked by everyone.

Because the fat layer is very thick, at this time the fat cannot be cut off, so one must reach in with the arm to scoop out; the fat of four fingers' thickness requires the arm to go in four fingers deep, and when the arm pulls with force on the internal organs, the tensed arm necessarily rubs against the tensed internal organs of the corpse—it is well known that four fingers' thickness is the limit for a pig with 18% body fat, but merely the starting point for ordinary humans, since ordinary males show abdominal muscles when their body fat drops below 15%...

The obese councilor had just died not long ago, so the body was still warm, much like the hot beef noodles liked by the double-ponytail crowd, and the condition of the internal organs was also very good, except the pancreas had already dissolved, while the rest were fine. Jiang Yuan had Jacob take over, removing everything entirely, then weighing them together before making slices, during which he deliberately took extra samples like heart tip blood for testing.

Meanwhile, while Jacob was busy, Jiang Yuan focused his attention on the neck of the corpse.

A backhanded slash may look cool, but if it's a casual slash, the angle and force, etc., reveal the exact moment of the strike, exposing the positional relationship between the killer and the victim.

Often, if it's confirmed both were standing, the forensic doctor can infer the killer's height and arm span from that.

However, in this case, the victim was not upright when struck, so Jiang Yuan, based on the known killer's height, can also infer how much the killer's knees were bent...

It's just not useful, really.

Most of the information obtained from criminal identification is actually useless. But with firepower coverage, you don't know which shell ultimately made the difference.

The precise marksmanship of a sharpshooter is certainly pleasing, but ultimately it's just a choice made out of necessity.

Whoever has even a bit of capital would not want to oppose aircraft and cannons with steel-like will.

The autopsy ended.

Jiang Yuan put down the scalpel, Jacob immediately stood up and began clapping, pap-pap-pap.

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

"Eh, not really." Jiang Yuan raised his hands slightly, feeling a bit unaccustomed to Jacob's British-style change.

Jacob felt no embarrassment, straightened his back, approached Jiang Yuan, and whispered: "Jiang Shen, I learned the Chinese forensic ritual in the autopsy room online; if I did anything wrong, please guide me."

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

……

Returning to the police station, upon entering, I felt a blast of cold air.

Looking around, the uniformed officers were moving lightly and hastily, as if rushing past; the usually bustling hall coffee bar had basically no one seated, and no sound of loud discussion could be heard.

Jiang Yuan exchanged a glance with Mu Zhiyang beside him, both sensing the unusual atmosphere.

Such low pressure had also occurred during Huang Qiongmin's era at Ningtai County Bureau—whenever a major case was hard to solve, or a superior's deadline was issued, and the investigation wasn't going smoothly, the bureau would have this atmosphere.

It's like when a company's business declines, income plummets, class grades fall behind, you get left behind—even if subordinates and students aren't striving, capable leaders will make you want to strive.

"Any new developments in the case?" Jiang Yuan didn't rush over, found someone familiar, and grabbed them.

He couldn't recall the other person's name, but the other naturally recognized Jiang Yuan at a glance, hesitated slightly, then said: "The bureau chief has locked onto a suspect here; after going to arrest him, they encountered obstruction, and now it's said the person has fled."

"What about Ni Cha?" Jiang Yuan asked.

"I don't know, went to pursue him?"

"Alright, thanks." Jiang Yuan let the person go, then turned around and reported to Huang Qiongmin in Chinese.

Huang Qiongmin only grunted twice, then picked up his phone and said: "I'll call Cui Xiaohu over, then ask Chu Guanliang what's going on. You call Ni Cha to check."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ni Cha had already run down from the second floor.

"Jiang Shen!" Seeing Jiang Yuan, Ni Cha was overjoyed, as if he'd risen from the dead.

Huang Qiongmin first blocked Ni Cha, saying: "We're preparing to leave."

"Huh?" Ni Cha was startled, then hurriedly said: "You're in too much of a hurry—this…… this case isn't even over yet?"

"Solving the case is one thing, but if it's about pursuit, you handle it yourselves." Huang Qiongmin, having experienced the previous two youngsters' frenzied bloody escapes, didn't want Jiang Yuan to take on such cases again, and besides, this case clearly involved political factors.

"No no no." Ni Cha waved his hands repeatedly, saying: "It's not about pursuit—we've already locked onto a suspect, but we're worried that arresting him now would lack sufficient evidence."

After saying that, Ni Cha looked at Jiang Yuan and said: "Hope you understand—although I personally believe footprint identification is flawless and absolutely sufficient to indict him, including the bureau chief, all officers involved in this case also think so, but to apply for a search warrant and arrest warrant, we still need other evidence..."

Ni Cha looked at Jiang Yuan pleadingly, speaking while thinking how to explain further.

Jiang Yuan also waved his hand: "Where to say it? And to whom?"

"Um…… there are a few people, including the prosecutor and several superiors, they're in the conference room..."

"Let's go." Jiang Yuan nodded— to him, it's all just describing evidence, no real difference.

Ni Cha hurriedly said: "Do you still have a plan?"

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

Mu Zhiyang beside him accompanied it with a mocking smile.

They went upstairs.

By the conference table, several people were in heated argument; seeing Jiang Yuan through the transparent double doors, they all stopped.

Jiang Yuan entered, someone stood up first, then everyone stood up.

"Mr. Jiang Yuan has new evidence." Ni Cha worried about misunderstanding, rushed forward to explain, then said to Jiang Yuan and the others: "Let me introduce—this is our renowned prosecutor Ahuos... this is the representative of Councilor La Zi... this is..."

"Great." The first to stand, the councilor representative, eagerly said: "We were just discussing... the suspect's identity is special, we need sufficient evidence to arrest him, otherwise, at least so far, we can only watch."

Mu Zhiyang pouted: "We still need to bring him back for questioning..."

"This sentence doesn't need translation." Huang Qiongmin and the translator had said before, then put on a show.

Mu Zhiyang spread his hands, smiled, and stepped back.

Jiang Yuan returned to the center of everyone's attention.

Jiang Yuan had no intention of making everyone wait; he looked around and said, "I just finished the autopsy. Simply put, during the investigation phase, the judgment made through footprint analysis is supported by the autopsy and trace evidence. The same conclusion—I can provide new evidence not based on footprint analysis. If that is enough..."

Now, not to mention Nicha and the other police officers, even the prosecutor Ahuos, who often handles cases, was stunned.

Nicha recalled a past scene in his mind, taking advantage of the gap, he said to the person beside him: "Jiang Shen is like this."