Chapter 5: Suspect

The corpse was discovered in the morning, and it was almost afternoon after the autopsy.

After changing clothes, Wu Jun pulled Jiang Yuan, found a place where no one was, and said in a low voice, "Find some cardboard or something and start a fire."

"Start a fire?" Jiang Yuan's mind was still full of autopsy scenes, and he couldn't turn the corner for a while.

"Find it and I'll tell you." Wu Jun waved his hand.

Jiang Yuan went out to find two cardboard boxes and handed them to Wu Jun.

Wu Jun tore them up, lit them with a lighter, and waited for the flames to rise before rubbing his hands and saying, "Let's cross the fire pile to get rid of the bad luck."

"This... is it necessary?" Jiang Yuan hesitated.

"Don't believe it, I've seen a lot of things..." Wu Jun said, running over from one side like a Corgi, and jumped over the fire pile with effort.

"You come too." Wu Jun waved, signaling Jiang Yuan to cross the fire pile too.

Jiang Yuan said helplessly, "Today is my seventeenth uncle, it's not necessary... My seventeenth uncle is usually a good person. Every time he goes back to the village, he smiles at everyone he knows and doesn't know..."

"Then what if he made a new friend last night." Wu Jun stood on the other side of the fire pile, the firelight reflecting on his face, and the shadows were shaking.

Jiang Yuan pondered for two seconds, took two steps of run-up, and crossed the fire pile in one stride.

It wasn't until both cardboard boxes were burned out that Wu Jun lit a cigarette, looked at the fire pile dying out, and said to Jiang Yuan, "I'm going to report to Team Huang. You clean up here, go to the cafeteria and see if there are any dishes left. If not, buy some instant noodles or something, and take them to the office next to the autopsy room. Let's make do with some food. Being a policeman is like this, you'll get used to it in the future."

"Okay." Jiang Yuan didn't talk nonsense and agreed.

"The cafeteria is this way." Wu Jun pointed to the location, and just as the call was connected, he nodded to Jiang Yuan and grabbed the receiver, saying, "Team Huang, it's confirmed to be a second cervical vertebra fracture, no other injuries. The time of death is about 7 o'clock in the morning... There are no other pre-mortem wounds, but there are signs of post-mortem movement..."

Jiang Yuan listened for a few ears, and until Wu Jun finished reporting the autopsy situation, he went to borrow tools to clean up the ashes and went to the cafeteria.

Autopsy is also a physical job, and he was already hungry.

The funeral home has a cafeteria, a restaurant, and a small supermarket.

The restaurant and supermarket are aimed at the families of the deceased, and the prices are expensive. Many people who come early go up the mountain before dawn and wait until noon. Those who can't stand it have to be slaughtered.

The cafeteria is for employees to dine, the area is small, and the fees are not high. Forensic doctors are considered out-of-system personnel of the funeral home. When Jiang Yuan entered, he showed his ID and got a temporary meal card.

When he arrived at the kitchen, he saw a little girl with a long ponytail serving food. She stood up, didn't wear a mask, and gave a smile: "There's only this much left, and I don't know you were coming. You're the new forensic doctor from the county bureau, right?"

"Yes. How did you know?" Jiang Yuan smiled, then looked down at the meal. There was only a little stir-fried green vegetables and stir-fried bean sprouts left, and the appearance didn't look very good.

"I heard that the new forensic doctor is particularly tall, and besides, those who come to our cafeteria, except for the funeral home, are people from the Civil Affairs Bureau and the Religious Affairs Bureau, all of whom are counted." The little girl with the long ponytail smiled with dimples and said, "If you're not in a hurry, shall I cook some noodles for you?"

Jiang Yuan's gaze fell on the small kitchen at the back of the cafeteria. It was just two sets of simple stoves, and some side dishes were placed in the basket next to them.

Looking at the environment of the back kitchen, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but move his heart: "Is there rice? Can I make some fried rice myself?"

The little girl with the long ponytail hesitated, looked up at Jiang Yuan, who was tall and gentle, and smiled in an instant: "Our small unit doesn't pay attention to that. However, there are not many people willing to cook by themselves. Can you use this kind of stove?"

"Yes."

"Then come in." The little girl lifted the cover on the right and looked up at Jiang Yuan, smiling: "Even if you cook fried rice yourself, you have to swipe your card according to the price of egg fried rice."

"Okay." Jiang Yuan responded, entered the small kitchen, picked up the big spoon, and felt inexplicably handy for a moment.

The long ponytail helped take rice and eggs over. Jiang Yuan took the egg yolk by alternating the eggshells, beat it and poured it into the rice for four or five bowls, then turned on the fire, poured oil, and stir-fried...

Jiang Yuan's cooking skills in school were at most adding an egg to instant noodles. At this moment, playing with the spoon, he was quite skilled.

The little girl with the long ponytail watched his movements, frowned slightly, and when she saw Jiang Yuan putting vegetables, she couldn't help but say: "It doesn't matter if you use more ingredients."

Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment, hooked and put down the big spoon, and still only took a little bit of radish cubes, saying, "No need, it's enough."

Long ponytail: "Don't be so polite."

Jiang Yuan: "Not polite."

The conversation between the two ended inexplicably.

Jiang Yuan focused on making fried rice. He didn't have any cooking skills himself, all relying on the legacy of his seventeenth uncle. At this moment, he was completely repeating his seventeenth uncle's approach... using ingredients very stingily.

The girl with the long ponytail watched and watched, and actually felt a bit of sadness... Such a saving egg fried rice, the past life must have been very hard. What a pity.

"Leave a portion for you to taste." Jiang Yuan calculated and made three portions of egg fried rice, scooped his and Wu Jun's portions, and scooped a bowl for the little girl.

"Actually, no need... I've already eaten." The girl with the long ponytail looked at the golden and translucent egg fried rice in the bowl, and was even more moved. An egg fried rice made with an egg was enough for three people to eat, which was truly outrageous.

"Don't be polite." Jiang Yuan smiled, didn't say much, and left with the lunch box.

Watching Jiang Yuan walk out of the cafeteria door, the girl with the long ponytail looked down at the egg fried rice again, and felt that the appearance was good. She turned around, took a spoon, took half, put it in her mouth and chewed, but couldn't help nodding.

"I didn't expect it to be quite delicious." The girl with the long ponytail muttered to herself, and decided to leave a small half for the chef to taste. After making the decision, she happily picked up the other half and "tasted" it wantonly.

"The taste is quite good. Has the level of the funeral home chef improved?" Wu Jun took a bite of the fried rice Jiang Yuan brought back and praised it.

"There was only a little green vegetable left in the cafeteria, so I stir-fried the fried rice." Jiang Yuan ate two mouthfuls of fried rice and raised his bowl towards the mortuary, expressing respect to his seventeenth uncle.

Wu Jun's eyes lit up: "You should have said you had this talent earlier..."

"I only learned fried rice. And I learned it from my seventeenth uncle." Jiang Yuan interrupted Wu Jun.

Wu Jun was stunned, looked at the fried rice again, hesitated for a few seconds, shook his head, wolfed down the fried rice, drank two sips of tea, and said, "When we go back in a while, you organize the photos, fill in the autopsy sheet, and take the initiative to help when colleagues come back."

Jiang Yuan responded.

Wu Jun looked at Jiang Yuan and said slowly, "Team Liu found traces of detergent in the deceased's restaurant kitchen, and later found bloodstains. Currently, the biggest suspect is the deceased's wife..."

"Seventeenth aunt?" Jiang Yuan's face carried some surprise, but it wasn't heavy.

The husband died, and the killer was the wife. In any country, it is a high probability event, and Jiang Yuan could only sigh.

Wu Jun saw that Jiang Yuan's mood was still stable, nodded, and said, "The second team took people to find the murder weapon, and the colleagues in the team all went to the scene. Let's go back and guard the house."

"Okay." Jiang Yuan responded and finished the remaining rice in the bowl in two or three mouthfuls.