Chapter 130: Speaking for the Injured

The victim's husband also saw that Wu Jun and Jiang Yuan didn't seem to believe it, and explained in a low voice: "I just blocked it once, the injury is not heavy. That person turned and ran away."

Blocking it once should have splash injuries. Blocking it a few times should have a few times, unless there is no injury.

Wu Jun and Jiang Yuan laughed even more weirdly.

This shows that this man doesn't know any bloodstain science at all.

As everyone knows, splash injuries are very easy to see. If you want to simulate it, take a cup of blood... if not, you can use urine as a substitute, fill a large cup, and splash it at the white wall. The bloodstains revealed by this, or the yellow urine stains, are the appearance of splash injuries.

Of course, if you only want to see it for a short time, you can also use water as a substitute.

And the man in front of him was obviously lying with his eyes open. The place he pointed to, although there was blood, was not the appearance of splash injury bloodstains at all. This was not poked through at once.

Don't even know bloodstain science, and dare to hack people?

The development of modern criminal investigation has long raised the threshold of violent crime.

If you run away after hacking, it may take a while for the police to lock the criminal suspect. This return to the crime scene, still in the capacity of an eyewitness, turned out to not even have the foundation of bloodstain science, so how can he make it up?

Wu Jun raised his chin and signaled to the two criminal police officers behind him.

The criminal police who came out of the scene were smarter than dogs. Their noses wrinkled, and they paid attention to the position of their companions with the remaining light of their eyes, and then took two steps forward, immediately grabbing the man's arm.

"Don't move." The old police officer said, and the younger one clicked and put on the handcuffs.

The cold handcuffs were slightly heavy, like the feeling of being forced to hold the handle.

The face of the victim's husband turned into a sauce color.

"I really... I just blocked a knife. Why are you catching me?" The victim's husband struggled uneasily, wanting to shout, but didn't dare to shout.

The villages in North Ningtai are very particular about unity, including Jiang Village, which is a situation where someone will jump out to help if you shout in the village.

But the man hesitated, still defending himself: "If you don't believe it, you can find a portrait master, and I will tell you what that person looks like."

Wu Jun naturally wouldn't follow his train of thought and asked along the weapon: "The person you mentioned, did he run away with a firewood knife, or did he run away after dropping the firewood knife."

The man thought for a while and said: "Ran away with a firewood knife."

"What route did he run out, from where to where, you point it out?"

The man then drew a line in the courtyard casually.

Jiang Yuan went up to see, this is not right, the line you ran, there is no bloodstain brought by the weapon.

Of course, the murderer can also wipe the blood on the knife. But what to wipe with? His own clothes are obviously too stupid, the paper he carries with him is probably not enough, and where to throw the paper after wiping? Carrying it with him is another trouble.

If you really want to wipe the blood on the knife, a more suitable plan is to use your own underwear, wipe it and put it on, which does not affect the action, and is not easy to be noticed by others on the road.

But even if you do this, you must have a place to stay to change clothes and pants.

Wu Jun waved his hand: "Full of lies, take it back."

"I didn't lie, I didn't lie!" The man shouted loudly this time.

The villagers who had gathered nearby slowly surrounded them.

The criminal police who clamped the suspect were afraid of pulling, so they stopped wisely.

Wu Jun shouted: "Through our preliminary investigation, we currently believe that Liu Xiuying was hacked by her husband. We also collected DNA evidence. After returning to the police station, we will give further conclusions based on the evidence."

The villagers were a little curious, standing still, wanting to say something, but not saying anything, just looking at the man and the criminal police in the circle.

The suspect got support, and his waist became much harder, shouting again: "I didn't lie, you caught the wrong person."

"Police can actually see many things from bloodstains." Jiang Yuan turned around, entered the courtyard, and prepared to give the villagers a set of legal popularization.

He was too familiar with these villages and villagers in North Ningtai. The villages here generally have ancestral halls, close social relations, and a tradition of armed fighting. Even in the face of power, they will not easily bow their heads.

On the other hand, villagers don't reason, and they reason. To be precise, there is a set of reasons in the village, and it will not be regarded as a sacred code because you have changed a law outside.

Jiang Yuan could only choose the side they reasoned, entered the courtyard, stood in front of the splashing bloodstains, and said: "This is the position where the case started. According to the shape of the blood, we can find that the victim's arm position is here, and the murderer held the knife with his right hand..."

Jiang Yuan introduced what splashing bloodstains were like telling a story.

Then, Jiang Yuan came to the pool of blood again and said slowly: "After the victim was hacked, she retreated to this position. She was very painful and very scared, and with the blood loss, her strength decreased, and she might have given up, so she sat here, with her hand on the steps. Everyone can see the appearance of the blood flow."

Jiang Yuan looked at the man again and said: "The murderer still had the action of waving the weapon at this time, so here, there are throwing bloodstains..."

He pointed to the wall, and sure enough, there were small tadpoles dotted on it.

Bloodstains formed by tadpoles will release many tails under low speed or large angles.

And under high speed and small angles, its tail will merge, and then become a thick spindle shape, as well as a slender spindle shape.

In short, bloodstain analysis has started since the 1950s and was quickly studied by people. Looking at the blood in the room for those who are good at this, it is equal to countless slow-motion actions, which can give many conclusions.

Jiang Yuan explained to the villagers how to analyze bloodstains, and didn't care about spending more time.

This is not just legal popularization, but also solving problems.

Rather than both sides sending a group of people, scolding each other, insisting for several hours, and relying on the anti-riot team to take their own side back, Jiang Yuan would rather spend time telling everyone about the situation at the crime scene.

It is also a disguised report to Wu Jun and other colleagues about his ability in bloodstain analysis.

Anyway, it is an LV5 skill, and there will definitely be opportunities to use it in the future. Proving it now will also help later work.

And for the villagers, Jiang Yuan's explanation is one thing. With the passage of time, everyone's tough attitude will naturally soften.

Since ancient times, the people have not fought with officials. The villages in North Ningtai are relatively tough, but they are not fearless.

What should be feared is actually feared.

If it is a strong confrontation, the villagers who came around are better to persist. Now it has become a soft introduction, and the villagers are inexplicably peaceful.

In the end, under the onlookers of the villagers, Jiang Yuan completed a simple reconstruction of the crime scene—in terms of case analysis, it was unnecessary. But he did it easily, and the result made everyone feel happy.

Except for the victim's husband.

When he was taken into the police car under the eyes of the villagers in the same village, the whole person was close to collapse.

He now also knows that what he did, although not captured by the camera, is better than being captured by the camera.

The police have determined that he was the one who hacked, and the victim's husband couldn't think of a reason to overturn the case, so he could only say angrily and fearfully: "My wife has forgiven me. I will be good to her in the future. Why are you catching me? Why are you catching me?"

"Heavy injury is criminal responsibility. Whether your wife pursues it or not does not affect it." The criminal police who sat with him glanced at him with disdain.

"My wife's hand is broken, and I was caught again. Then what should my baby do? Do you raise it? Do you care?" The man struggled and twisted, his tone full of anger.

The criminal police pressed him down and roared louder: "Your wife's hand is broken, wasn't it broken by you? You want to go to jail, isn't it because you hacked your wife's hand?"

The man's courage was just that moment, and he shrank into a ball when he was roared by the police.

Jiang Yuan and Wu Jun each had a cigarette, sitting in the car without air conditioning, and the Zhonghua cigarette was not so fragrant.

The man's last words didn't make sense, but it was indeed a problem.

It was strange and unreasonable.

Jiang Yuan also gained knowledge.

Old forensic doctor Wu Jun puffed out Zhonghua and opened his mouth in the smoke: "Although we solved the case, the victim whose hand was hacked might not be grateful to us, but will scold us like that man."

Jiang Yuan nodded helplessly. He knew about it from the fact that the victim didn't say the murderer.

"But what we did is useful. We forensic doctors don't have to talk about so much human feelings. Speak for the dead and the injured, do our best, do our own things, let there be fewer unjust cases in the world, cases that are not clear, die clearly, live, and live clearly."

Jiang Yuan listened to his master's words, nodded seriously, and said: "In our first class in university, the teacher said, doing forensic medicine, the best thing is to make people open-minded, see the alternation of life and death, no problem is a problem, living well is better than anything."

Wu Jun was choked by his own second-hand smoke, coughed a few times, and then praised: "Your bloodstain analysis is really good, really solid, which shows that you listened to the class and learned well. There are not many young people like you now. Work hard, and you will definitely be better than your master in the future."

Jiang Yuan silently took out a pack of cigarettes again and handed it to his master...

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road and met people he knew, and they would greet each other, or nod.

But no matter who it is.

Everyone has no extra expression on their faces, as if they are indifferent to everything.

For this.

Shen Changqing is already used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an institution that maintains the stability of the Great Qin. Its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course, there are some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has stained a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to life and death, then many things will become indifferent.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon Suppression Division is very large.

People who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people with the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

The Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the Guardian, and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of Demon Slayer,

And then promoted step by step, and finally has the hope of becoming a Guardian.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee Demon Slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and also the lowest level of Demon Slayer.

Possessing the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of a pavilion.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division full of murderous spirit, this pavilion seems to be like a crane standing among chickens. In the Demon Suppression Division full of blood, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the gate of the pavilion is wide open, and people come in and out from time to time.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped in.

Enter the pavilion.

The environment changed suddenly.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with a faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brows wrinkle instinctively, but soon stretched out.

The smell of blood on everyone in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean up.

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