Chapter 237: A Flatbed Cart

"Excuse me, please."

"The pot is boiling."

"Add more water."

"You trim that meat."

In the autopsy room, everyone was shouting while doing things, and the environment was slightly noisy.

Encountering such a big case, with many forensic experts, doing things was actually relatively easy. The main thing was that the mental pressure was relatively large.

Like now, a full six forensic experts were huddled in one autopsy room, and there were people who could replace them in the lounge. Even big work like boiling bones became easy.

For big bones that couldn't be picked up with one clamp in normal times, two people clamping together, wasn't it very simple?

Ordinary forensic experts didn't love forensic anthropology; besides the difficulty being too high and the success rate being too low, the excessive workload was also one of the reasons.

Unless what was obtained was a skeletonized corpse, otherwise, for most corpses that had only been buried for a few years, or floating corpses fished out of water, etc., wanting to apply the knowledge of forensic anthropology to analyze, one had to go through the process of boiling.

Not to mention the impact of the whole process on psychology, just the physical labor part was already very tiring.

And most grassroots units only had one forensic expert.

Like a thin female forensic expert like Wang Lan, if she were working in a unit with only one position, boiling a person alone was indeed a bit too difficult.

She couldn't dismember and then boil first either; the knife tip easily left marks on the bone accidentally, and by then, whether it was her own or the killer's, it couldn't be explained clearly.

Lifting big pots, loading water and pouring water, etc., every one wasn't easy.

Of course, what was said above were all ordinary forensic experts.

In the criminal investigation industry, for any position, if one truly achieved technical height, enjoying a bit of special treatment was no problem at all.

Like why Jiang Yuan could apply for the forensic expert position in Ningtai County, it was because Comrade Wu Jun made a big fuss, demanding respect for the old and love for the young, increasing manpower, and reducing workload.

And Jiang Yuan running out day by day to do work elsewhere was because Jiang Yuan was strong enough, and the Ningtai County Criminal Police Team was thus looked at differently by the superiors.

In fact, one didn't even need to reach Jiang Yuan's technical level; any forensic expert who could have a lv2 forensic anthropology technique could apply for a forensic assistant or something, and could still achieve it.

Like those like forensic expert Zhai, his forensic anthropology skill was about lv2plus, likely never reaching lv3 in his life, but he guided work everywhere in the province and could still be as comfortable as a fish in water.

It was still that the skill of anthropology was too difficult.

The difficulty coefficient of this skill was about the same as the imaging involved in image investigation. Moreover, unlike imaging, at least there were high-value talents in the market.

Forensic anthropology was not only difficult, but few people learned it. And there weren't many opportunities to use it.

Forensic expert Zhai originally felt that Jiang Yuan's forensic anthropology level was at most a bit past entry-level, which was stronger than ordinary forensic experts, and was in a state of being almost usable--this was already him looking highly at Jiang Yuan.

After all, Jiang Yuan was still very young, and anthropology happened to require a large amount of accumulation.

After Jiang Yuan discovered the particularity of the corpse bag, forensic expert Cheng already appreciated Jiang Yuan's sharpness a bit.

However, when the bones were boiled out and placed on the autopsy table one by one, forensic expert Cheng discovered that Jiang Yuan's strength was really far from entry-level.

From the first step of piecing together the corpse, forensic expert Zhai fell far behind Jiang Yuan's progress.

Speaking of which, piecing together a corpse was work that medical students could do, but this thing, when doing it, still had three, six, and nine grades.

The weakest students might have to piece it according to the order from top to bottom, finding bones one by one, and then constantly adjusting.

The strong ones like Jiang Yuan just took a bone and placed it on the autopsy table, and the position was basically just right.

This kind of operation of lifting weight as if it were light, forensic expert Zhai could do it himself, but in reality, it wasn't easy either.

Forensic expert Zhai's age was also old, his energy and physical strength couldn't keep up, and after a few trances, he heard Jiang Yuan already beginning to give conclusions:

"Corpse source one, age between 35 and 40, female..."

"Height around 160..."

"Shoulder injury, cervical spondylosis, knee joint injury..."

Forensic expert Zhai was originally piecing together the bones of another pot, but hearing Jiang Yuan begin to give conclusions, he simply stopped piecing and turned to flip through Jiang Yuan's bones and verify.

Naturally, they couldn't be wrong.

Like judging age, gender, etc., Jiang Yuan now took a bone and could almost judge seven or eight out of ten.

This sounded like the basic requirement of anthropology, but it was actually difficult to the point of flying.

Ordinary forensic experts, if they weren't good at anthropology, usually needed the pelvis to make judgments.

Giving a head wasn't useful.

Some people, you look at their head when they are alive, and you can't tell the gender; after they die, if you give a skull, you want to judge the gender, which is actually quite difficult.

It wasn't completely impossible to judge, but if a forensic expert judged four times and got the gender wrong once, would the criminal police team dare to use such a conclusion?

Therefore, for ordinary forensic experts, the pelvis was stable, and it could also give information such as age and whether they had given birth.

The pelvis could be said to be the treasure basin for academic scumbags.

Here, one could actually complain about the poor knowledge system of ordinary killers. Dismembering and hiding the head was really unnecessary. Besides when the head was fresh and the face could be recognized, after being hidden for a few days, without adding preservatives, even the person in the same bed couldn't call the name of this head.

As for skull restoration, besides the few big shots in big cities who could do it, how could ordinary criminal police teams have this resource.

Therefore, if a killer wanted to counter-investigate, hiding the head was not as good as hiding the pelvis. But this provocation was a bit heavy--the thieves in the south village bullied me for being old and weak, killing and removing arms but not the head, publicly dismembering and abandoning me.

The final result must be an ordinary forensic expert with forensic anthropology lv0.8, calling friends and companions, and even calling a lv3 anthropology big shot.

Reaching the lv3 level, almost every bone could provide a large amount of information.

Not to mention judging gender, even a rib could judge the time of death.

However, the limitation of anthropology was also here.

Besides judging gender, age, height, and other basic information, the judgment of time of death was never particularly accurate.

For more information, accuracy and difficulty were two extremes that went in opposite directions.

"That's about it." Jiang Yuan finished piecing together a skeleton, and the information that could be given was given.

Just in terms of the current criminal investigation progress, what could be used wasn't much.

Forensic expert Zhai nodded slightly. He couldn't say more either.

"Then let's look at the second one?" Jiang Yuan still looked at forensic expert Zhai.

"Can, I'll leave it to you." Forensic expert Cheng decisively yielded.

What he was good at wasn't looking at bones either. Encountering a ruthless person like Jiang Yuan, he simply yielded.

Jiang Yuan wasn't polite either, pieced together the bones in minutes, and then did the analysis, saying:

"Corpse source two, age between 30 and 35, female, height around 165. Time of death, 3 to 5 years ago. Hallux valgus, likely often wore high heels, had childbirth marks, had given birth..."

Forensic expert Zhai nodded in agreement.

Forensic expert Niu said: "That is two females, both relatively young."

Forensic expert Cheng Zhai, who had been expressing "I am the same," shook his head this time, saying: "It's unnecessary to give such a conclusion now. Is the next one boiled?"

"Still need a while." Forensic expert Niu wrinkled his nose, touched his stomach, and sighed: "Today, just treat it as losing weight."

Jiang Yuan then continued to look at the two corpses just now.

Information like age, gender, etc., had been studied very thoroughly by predecessors, and it was through different bones, repeatedly compared and studied.

But wanting to get conclusions like work, etc., which were more complex, was very difficult. It wasn't something that could be given by just looking, and it often required comparing and arranging different situations.

Looking like this, he looked until late at night, and then they dispersed to sleep.

When Jiang Yuan dreamed, his brain was full of white bones.

And boiled corpse pieces.

Floating corpse oil.

There was more corpse oil in the dream, because modern people were generally overweight, boiling out a large amount of fat, which was more in line with probability theory.

The next morning.

The sixth day of Liu Jinghui's disappearance.

Someone came to notify: "The motorcycles have been delivered."

The forensic experts who had been stuck in the meat-boiling room for a day all rushed out.

Xu Taining directly got a semi-trailer and drove it into the funeral home.

The car was covered with a black cloth, and it couldn't be seen what was loaded inside.

People who came to the funeral home early to handle affairs and see people off saw such a large car and began to discuss it one after another.

"Something big must have happened."

"Serial car accident?"

"Haven't heard of it, whose family could die a flatbed cart of people."

The driver listened, felt it wasn't appropriate himself, and drove the car to park inside the funeral home.

After a while, the funeral home leaders who heard the news also came to look.

At this time, they saw several motorcycles turning circles in the yard, fast or slow, and on each motorcycle, there was a white ghost swaying... ===== CHAPTER 238 =====