Chapter 4: The Seventeenth Uncle's Legacy

Neither Jiang Yuan's nor Wu Jun's expressions changed in the slightest.

Wu Jun just glanced at the floor to ensure that the family member's vomit hadn't contaminated it, and he was satisfied.

Jiang Yuan had opened the chest cavity, flipped open the abdomen, and exposed the deceased's intestines...

He worked slowly and orderly. What he learned in school was, after all, what he learned in school. This was Jiang Yuan's first real battle, and to him, it felt like an exam.

Wu Jun cooperated with his movements while doing the recording work, but more importantly, he was observing Jiang Yuan's operation.

At his age, autopsy had become a heavy physical labor. Now that he had a new colleague to take on the most arduous work, Wu Jun couldn't be happier. However, he also had to ensure that the work was passed on in an orderly manner; at the very least, it couldn't affect the case itself.

Seeing that Jiang Yuan was doing well, Wu Jun let him proceed further. He watched Jiang Yuan perform organ examinations inside the deceased's body step by step. After checking each organ, he removed it, weighed it, and extracted tissue samples for subsequent laboratory tests.

In the end, all the organs were removed, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm cutting the stomach now," Jiang Yuan said, took his seventeenth uncle's stomach, and cut it open with a knife.

The food spilled out, and the sour, rotten smell drifted directly, raising the strange odor by another level.

The uncle, who had just recovered a bit, only took one look before going back to hug the trash can, creating an even richer smell.

However, compared to the smell he vomited, the smell drifting from the corpse was always superior.

To describe it more specifically, vomiting is just a living person spitting out part of the contents of their stomach and intestines, while an autopsy is digging out everything in the stomach and intestines of a dead person. The two are not on the same order of magnitude at all.

Wu Jun turned to take a flask, preparing to hold the stomach contents. The things inside can not only help mark the deceased's time of death but also help judge information such as the place of death.

Jiang Yuan shook the somewhat heavy stomach bag, and at this moment, a glowing lump floated up, looking a bit like a glowing bun.

Jiang Yuan subconsciously touched it with his hand, and a line of information appeared in his mind:

Obtained Seventeenth Uncle's Legacy: Egg Fried Rice Production (LV3)—This is Jiang Jianfeng's most specialized dish. After years of thinking and improvement, Jiang Jianfeng can make a bowl of fragrant egg fried rice with standard one-third oil, one-third vegetables, and one-third eggs. Its material cost is far lower than the market average cost, the taste is still good, healthy and environmentally friendly, satisfying many customers.

The glowing lump flickered twice and disappeared in an instant without the slightest hesitation.

"Did you see that?" Jiang Yuan asked Wu Jun without rhyme or reason.

Wu Jun didn't understand: "What?"

Jiang Yuan immediately knew that the glowing lump could only be seen by himself, so he casually changed the subject and said, "The stomach contents look like a lot, and the digestion is not very sufficient."

"Indeed." Wu Jun nodded in agreement and then said, "I'll do the rest."

At this time, it was impossible for Wu Jun to hand over all the forensic work of a homicide case to a newcomer. Especially when it came to determining the cause and time of death, he didn't trust Jiang Yuan enough.

Jiang Yuan was a bit reluctant to give up his position. After all, it was his seventeenth uncle, and he felt he could be more attentive if he cut it himself...

In comparison, Wu Jun worked much faster.

He quickly performed a few sutures, found a corpse brick, cushioned it under the deceased's neck, and began to check the neck.

The wound on the cervical spine was soon exposed to everyone.

Wu Jun observed carefully and said, "Hangman's fracture. Take a photo, multi-angle. This is the fatal wound."

Jiang Yuan didn't need to take off his gloves, rinsed them slightly, picked up the camera on the table, and snapped away.

In this situation, his seventeenth uncle probably didn't care about infection anymore.

After taking the photos, Jiang Yuan carefully observed the cervical spine.

Hangman's fracture is actually a fracture of the axis, the second cervical vertebra, named because it was commonly seen in hangings in the early years.

However, hangman's fracture does not only occur during hanging. The fragile structure of human beings makes various traumas possible to cause fractures of the axis. In the case before us, it was a fruit knife stabbing into the neck, resulting in the fracture of the axis.

"A small fortune in misfortune." Wu Jun clicked his tongue twice.

Hangman's fracture is one of the fastest ways to die. Most of the time, the axis split in two will pierce the brainstem, bringing death in an instant without taking away a trace of fear. From this point of view, it seems to be a little bit lucky.

Wu Jun finally removed the deceased's brain tissue, checked it, and took the autopsy sheet for the uncle to sign: "It's over. You sign again, and you can go back."

The uncle had also vomited clean by this time, didn't dare to look, asked a few questions with his head down, wrote his name, and fled the autopsy room.

Wu Jun had seen similar scenes many times, smiled indifferently, and called Jiang Yuan to clean up together, and put the stitched corpse back into the ice coffin.