Chapter 746: Fair Winds and Beautiful Scenery

In the afternoon.

The sun was bright, and the wind was gentle.

Not long after Jiang Yuan arrived at the autopsy center, Qi Changye brought over three bodies.

"The newly dug-up bodies, for you to take a look at." Qi Changye smiled heartily. The smile on his face was as warm as the cooling water flowing out of a nuclear power plant, its temperature rivaling the main pipeline of the Mohe Thermal Power Plant. His expression was as humble as a lone wild wolf begging for cuteness from tourists on the side of the road, focusing on a not-so-skilled attempt to please.

Jiang Yuan was a bit surprised: "Didn't you take them to your own forensic doctors?"

"I thought it would still have to be you. One matter shouldn't trouble two masters. Moreover, for these skeletonized bodies from cold cases, our forensic doctors also suggested you take a look." Qi Changye wasn't lying.

His main purpose today was to apologize again, to maintain a state of reconciliation.

Secondly, their own forensic doctors had a small workload and focused daily on current cases, so they did indeed have issues with experience regarding skeletonized bodies.

"I don't mind, but you'll have to explain it to Political Huang Zhengwei." Jiang Yuan was referring to what Huang Qiangmin had repeatedly emphasized yesterday.

Qi Changye hurriedly said, "I'm prepared to explain it properly to Political Huang Zhengwei. This time it really was an accident. When I received the call, I was numb... ai, I was thinking about the follow-up hospital, right? The other party could drink too much, and I thought, if the relationship isn't handled well, that won't do, so let's drink... I didn't even get off the drinking table, I was carried straight over for observation, almost had to get my stomach pumped..."

"The matter has passed." Jiang Yuan had no intention of pursuing it, nor was there any way to pursue it.

"If only Political Huang Zhengwei could think that way..."

"Did Chu Yanqin confess the details of the murders?" Jiang Yuan interrupted Qi Changye.

"Oh, she confessed to two cases, the rest are still being interrogated." Qi Changye hurriedly took a file out of the briefcase beside him: "I was thinking of showing it to you in a while."

"Which two cases?"

"Number two and number five."

"En, I'll take a look at the bodies first. Political Huang Zhengwei might come later, you can move around freely." Jiang Yuan had people bring over the bodies of number two and number five, including the body of the dog that came with number two, as well.

Qi Changye stood pitifully on the side, scratching his ears and cheeks, pondering how to chat once Huang Qiangmin arrived.

Originally, he was still eloquent, especially with Huang Qiangmin; Qi Changye even had some psychological advantage, after all, we are the wealthy Party A.

Times are different now. You say Jiang Yuan, such a large combine harvester, suddenly says it can't be used—doesn't that mean the whole team has to go back to the era of sickle harvesting?

How could those days of hunching over, working from dawn to dusk, and being inefficient be lived? Qi Changye didn't even dare to think about it.

Jiang Yuan used an extremely fast speed to lay out the bones from the box on the autopsy table, and then began to stare blankly at the bones.

Forensic anthropology is a job that particularly tests patience, or it can also be called 'liver-grinding'.

Many people might be curious about what archaeology students and teachers who hold brushes and brush the cemetery bit by bit are thinking about when they work; after all, their work is truly boring.

Actually, sometimes, it's just thinking.

To discover the changes in bones, recognize the reasons for the changes in bones, and then associate them with life, occupation, and even society, this difficulty chain is still very long.

Compared to anthropologists, forensic doctors face lower difficulties, but unlike anthropologists, forensic doctors have imminent tasks. The pressure brought by human society here is real and exists, which anthropologists have never had.

Jiang Yuan just kept looking, kept looking...

Huang Qiangmin came, and Jiang Yuan was still looking.

Huang Qiangmin didn't disturb Jiang Yuan at all; he just pulled Qi Changye and talked for a long time.

Not long after, Tao Lu also rushed over.

As a middleman, he was also a bit embarrassed about this matter. Of course, he also had many complaints about Qi Changye.

Tao Lu and Huang Qiangmin stood in a line, scolding Qi Changye so much that he wished he could drill into the floor.

Qi Changye swallowed his pride, making Tao Lu and Huang Qiangmin unable to press step by step. At this moment, Qi Changye had some artistic aura on him—raindrops the size of lutes hitting his face, he was dancing all wet, and still had to praise the boss for smiling elegantly...

"Number two and number five have no problems. Of course, if the murder weapon is found, another analysis can be done." Jiang Yuan spoke, adjusting the atmosphere in the room.

"That is to say, Chu Yanqin didn't lie?" Qi Changye hurriedly turned back.

"I can only say she was at the scene. The details are correct, it should be what she saw with her own eyes, not like it was relayed. En... it's highly probable that she didn't kill them either; the height and weight don't quite match." Jiang Yuan said while making records himself.

Jiang Yuan's LV5 crime scene investigation includes crime scene reconstruction, as well as LV6 tool mark inspection, plus LV4 forensic pathology, all of which have corresponding speculations about the state of the murderer.

The murderer's strength, the angle of force, the tools used, etc... However, when based on bones, the effects of these skills have to be discounted.

It's much better with Chu Yanqin's confession; this is equivalent to changing a solution question into a true-or-false question. Especially when the answer is "yes," there is much less to verify.

Qi Changye nodded repeatedly: "This is enough, other situations are still being inquired in detail. By the way, the bodies sent over here, there might be special informants..."

Speaking of this, Qi Changye's tone was only slightly lower.

The deceased are gone, and Qi Changye basically did his best.

A blue ball rolled out from the autopsy table.

Jiang Yuan waved his hand and collected the ball.

Li Jian's Legacy: Nunchucks (LV3) — Li Jian spent a lot of time on nunchucks, eventually achieving the title of King of Nunchucks in KTV. Because Li Jian had truly apprenticed to practice nunchucks, as long as the KTV room was big enough, Li Jian could hum "What knives, guns, and sticks, I play them all with style" while playing the nunchucks with a mix of softness and hardness, winning a round of applause. If he could afford such a big room in another profession, Li Jian originally wanted to be a yoga teacher, take some female students, do exercises during the day, and sing at night...

Jiang Yuan slowly collected the two skeletons, without calling an assistant to help.

In the evening, Qi Changye treated everyone to mutton hot pot.

As everyone knows, among Beijing cuisine, what barely counts as its camp and can be called delicious is mutton hot pot. Especially the hand-cut mutton slices, which are truly delicious.

In fact, for the preparation of any meat, if it's delicious when swished in water, it's mostly truly delicious.

If there's any problem, it's that it's too expensive.

A plate of 70 yuan, 80 yuan, or even 100 yuan of meat disappears into the pot in 10 seconds, and Qi Changye's heart aches just looking at it.

This time, to show sincerity, he was treating as an individual.

"We... can swish it until it's cooked before eating." Qi Changye poured in another plate of meat, stirred it with public chopsticks, and felt a bit guilty.

Three minutes into the meal, the table was almost cleared, and his wallet was roaring.

"It's about cooked." Wu Junhao's expression was serious as he gripped his chopsticks and suddenly clamped out a third of the meat, stuffing it into the sesame sauce, not feeling sorry for Qi Changye at all. He took 3 bullets in the chest; he didn't swish Qi Changye's meat today, which was already civilized society.

Liu Jinghui's chopsticks were still clean; he just silently picked up a plate of meat and poured it into the pot.

When eating hot pot, if someone is willing to eat half-cooked meat in the first half, others either follow suit or can only not eat.

"Waiter, another portion of each!" Qi Changye called out in pain.

"I'll go get some sauce." Liu Jinghui stood up and began warm-up preparations before eating.

Returning with the bowl, Qi Changye glanced at Liu Jinghui's bowl, and his brows furrowed even deeper; this was even worse than Wu Junhao's.

"What did you put in it?" Qi Changye's Mandarin became even more Beijing-flavored.

"Satay sauce as a base, added some oyster sauce, light soy sauce, then put in more fermented bean curd and chili oil, finally added sesame paste and peanut butter, and then vinegar." Liu Jinghui stirred it and said, "This kind of dipping sauce is also delicious for Chaoshan beef."

"Sesame paste is fine." Qi Changye sighed: "I'll get you a special sesame paste."

"No need. Mutton hot pot dipped in sesame paste is only delicious for the first few bites." Liu Jinghui looked at Qi Changye and said, "Sesame paste is just the obsession of Beijingers themselves. At that time, there was little food, and the public taste was too greasy. Mine is an improved sauce for eating Chaoshan beef. Chaoshan has been rich for a long time, and the sauce bowl is also richer."

"You will only offend both Beijingers and Chaoshan people at the same time." Qi Changye insisted on getting Liu Jinghui a bowl of special sesame paste.

Jiang Yuan silently clamped a chopstick of meat, didn't let go when the chopsticks fell into the hot water, until the meat was roasted, and then safely brought it back.

Hand-cut mutton is thicker, and there is a very slight juice when chewed. Not to mention the taste, that kind of toughness is like the back muscle of a corpse that has just begun to skeletonize, slightly tough, but tears apart as soon as it's pulled.

"The few bodies at the scene shouldn't have been killed by Chu Yanqin." Jiang Yuan suddenly said, and added: "According to the evidence seen before, as well as Chu Yanqin's description, the victim's method of death is basically certain."

"This... no need to compare the murder details again?" Qi Changye was a bit surprised.

"No need to compare, after excluding the previous suspicious points, Chu Yanqin's height and weight could not achieve the other murder methods." Jiang Yuan swished a few more pieces of mutton, ate them in one bite, and said: "The subsequent bodies are the same, the murderer who killed them is mostly also buried in the woods. Chu Yanqin's methods are quite clever..."

"It's good if she didn't kill them, we can handle it more flexibly." Qi Changye breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly.

"Waiter, another 6 plates of this meat." Liuchi beckoned to call someone; he also took three bullets in the chest. ===== CHAPTER 747 =====