Chapter 137: Autopsy

Since he was going to see his master, it naturally wouldn't do to go empty-handed.

Jiang Yuan thought the pork intestine, pork stomach, and chicken were quite good, so he called the boss to make another portion. After paying extra, he took the whole clay pot, bowls, and chopsticks away.

Hou Xiaoyong received the captain's order to take Jiang Yuan to the funeral home, bringing the pork intestine, pork stomach, and chicken along the way.

The clay pot was warm, and it was particularly noticeable in the small car in the early morning.

As they were almost at the funeral home, Hou Xiaoyong's expression changed slightly, and he asked, "Where are you planning to eat the pork stomach and chicken?"

"I haven't been to this funeral home either..." Jiang Yuan replied halfway, then saw Hou Xiaoyong's expression, understood, and smiled: "Don't worry, we won't eat it next to the corpse."

"Is that so? Hahaha, I might have thought too much." Hou Xiaoyong had also just finished eating and had seen corpses before. Thinking of the appearance of the pork stomach and chicken, his stomach couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

Jiang Yuan felt uncomfortable for him too and gave a definitive answer again: "Corpses all contain germs, and you can't sterilize them. So, like our gloves, after touching a dead person, it's not good to touch living people. It's unhygienic and not respectful enough."

"That's true." Hou Xiaoyong smiled self-deprecatingly: "I was just saying, I saw forensic doctors eating at the autopsy table before; it must have been staged."

"Uh..." Jiang Yuan pondered.

Hou Xiaoyong waited for a while, didn't get the answer he wanted, and couldn't help but look at Jiang Yuan. His stomach churned again: "You guys really eat at the autopsy table?"

"It depends on what kind of autopsy table you're talking about. When that autopsy table isn't holding a corpse, it's washed clean with detergent. So there's definitely no problem with contamination." Jiang Yuan smiled.

If he had just started his job, he might have thought more about it, but now he wouldn't; he was already used to the autopsy room as a daily existence.

Hou Xiaoyong, of course, couldn't get used to it. With a wooden expression, he followed Jiang Yuan's words and said: "If there's no corpse on the autopsy table, then there's no issue of disrespect. By that logic, can one eat at the autopsy table?"

Jiang Yuan chuckled twice and used words his master, Wu Jun, had once said: "Actually, it's nothing; it's mainly because there's no cafeteria arranged in the forensic office."

Hou Xiaoyong didn't know how to answer. When they arrived, watching Jiang Yuan carry the pork intestine, pork stomach, and chicken into the elevator, he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for the food stall boss. Fortunately, Jiang Yuan had paid for the pot and utensils; otherwise, what would he have done if he had to take the clay pot back?

Autopsy room.

Wu Wu Fa Yi Ye from Longli County, Wu Wu Fa Yi Wang Lan from the Qinghe City Bureau, and his master, Wu Jun, were all waiting eagerly for the pork intestine, pork stomach, and chicken.

Upon meeting, Wu Jun smiled and said: "Just a moment ago, Old Ye was telling me for a long time how delicious the pork intestine, pork stomach, and chicken were. I was worried that if you spilled this stuff on the road, I would have died of craving in the autopsy room today."

Jiang Yuan also laughed, then quickly composed himself and said: "If these words of yours get out, it's easy to cause misunderstandings."

"No, it really smells quite fragrant." Wu Jun led Jiang Yuan into the autopsy room.

Upon entering, he saw a corpse lying on the stainless steel autopsy table. The hair, beard, and other body hair had already been shaved off. The scalp was now peeled back, covering part of the head and face from top to bottom. The skull had been sawed open horizontally, and the brain was already gone.

Jiang Yuan took a look, didn't look again, and asked: "Is there a conclusion?"

"Beaten to death with a stick." Wu Wu Fa Yi Ye said casually, then hurriedly placed the clay pot on the adjacent autopsy bed.

The autopsy room in Longli County was even larger than the one in Ningtai County, with three autopsy beds inside and a large area separated in the middle, which could be considered a relatively comfortable layout.

Wang Lan from the city bureau followed the rules and said: "Died from blunt external force acting on the head, leading to craniocerebral injury."

These were words that could be written directly into the appraisal report, but it was clearly not as clear as what Wu Wu Fa Yi Ye said.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but look at Wu Wu Fa Yi Ye, then at his master, and asked: "The weapon shouldn't have been found, right?"

"En, the corpse is covered in marks; they were beaten severely, with the intention of venting anger." Wu Jun said while spreading out the bowls and chopsticks, putting dipping sauce in each, sitting down, and saying: "We guess it's something lighter and more resilient than a steel pipe, like a thin wooden stick."

Jiang Yuan nodded and said: "You guys eat first, I'll take a look at the corpse."

As he spoke, he went to change his clothes and took out his own gloves, lying on the corpse to study it.

The cause of death of the corpse was relatively clear, and the intracranial injuries were all clearly reflected.

But because the weapon wasn't found at the scene, determining the type and appearance of the weapon became the top priority of the forensic work.

Because the weapon was held in the perpetrator's hand, finding the weapon would make it easier to prove the perpetrator's identity. Sometimes, a special weapon can directly solve a case.

Jiang Yuan followed the normal autopsy sequence and examined the corpse bit by bit.

If it weren't for the fact that he was coming over to look, Wu Jun and the others would have pushed the corpse in several hours ago.

The traces of the corpse being beaten covered the whole body.

Not only the arms, legs, and back, but the chest and stomach were also beaten, and even the crotch area was hit many times.

"The beating lasted a long time?" Jiang Yuan said slowly.

Wu Jun was chewing a piece of pork intestine and, hearing Jiang Yuan's question, said while chewing: "This is also the reason for guessing it's a relatively lightweight weapon. If it were too heavy, the person would have died long ago."

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but recall the scene in the scavenger's small courtyard in his mind. He had turned over everything inside repeatedly, and it was all vivid in his mind.

Subconsciously, Jiang Yuan said: "PVC pipe?"

"Hmm... possible." Wu Jun was drinking soup, paused, nodded, and said: "Very possible..."

Wang Lan also looked over in surprise and asked: "Did you see a PVC pipe?"

"There were some pressed down inside the courtyard. And there was a small pile at the entrance." Jiang Yuan said, connecting the dots: "It's very likely that after the perpetrator entered the door, they took the PVC pipe on the spot to beat them."

"Possible." Wu Wu Fa Yi Ye also expressed agreement.

However, it couldn't be determined that it was a PVC pipe for sure, but putting it at the top of the list was no problem.

At the same time, a shiny dumpling also flowed out from the corpse's head.

Jiang Yuan reached out to catch it and saw a system message brush out:

Zhang Hong's Legacy: Garbage Classification (lv4) — Garbage is the thing Zhang Hong is most familiar with. He is good at placing items in his small courtyard by category. Usually, he classifies them according to the value of the items, but after the government promulgated the regulations on garbage classification, he also quickly learned this classification method. The learning method is also very simple: just turn over enough trash cans and remember the various types of garbage inside. In Zhang Hong's eyes, not only are the things in the trash cans garbage, but the things outside the trash cans are too. ===== CHAPTER 138 =====