Chapter 781: Better People

"Beep beep!"

"Toot toot!"

The mobile phone ringtones of the police officers came one after another, and the reporters at the scene were about the same.

"Hello?"

"Please speak!"

At this time, no one went out, and they were all making phone calls in the dissection room.

Jacob frowned. Doing this, it was a bit challenging his authority.

Jacob looked back. A certain bureau chief who was huddled in the corner making a phone call, um... a certain mayor's assistant standing at the door making a phone call, well... a certain news producer looking at the distance from the window and making a phone call, hiss... a certain political activist who stood upright with his arms folded and made a phone call, hoo...

Jacob touched the cold corpse with his hand, and he calmed down.

No need, I am a forensic doctor who does autopsy. Forensic doctors only need to do autopsy—normal forensic doctors only need to do autopsy, don't care what others do!

Jacob continued to dissect the corpse.

This corpse has 85 wounds, each of which must be carefully photographed and filed. Important fatal wounds must be paid extra attention. Otherwise, when the lawyer takes out the 63rd wound and says, this is actually caused by another weapon, indicating that there is a second person at the scene, which is likely the mastermind, etc., and the corpse has been processed, there is nothing to explain.

"Wu Wu Fa Yi Jacob, what do you think of the criminal suspect?" The reporter who had been filming Jacob finished the call and began to dig Jacob's ancestral grave.

Jacob glanced at him and asked: "What kind of person is the criminal suspect?"

"Eh, hasn't anyone notified you of the situation of the criminal suspect?" The reporter was very emotional, which immediately aroused Jacob's anger.

But soon, Jacob calmed down.

According to the known conditions, the murderer is a juvenile. 15 years old. The murderer might have left the apartment building before the victim actually died, and the murderer is familiar with the victim...

These three conditions, screening juveniles through acquaintance relationships, plus a death time to filter out the alibi, and then deriving the murderer's identity, is really not a fantasy.

Clang.

Jacob put down the scalpel he was holding tightly, and the stainless steel handle collided with the stainless steel tray, making a crisp sound.

The reporter's youthful face stiffened suddenly.

"What is the situation with the suspect?" Jacob asked again.

The reporter hurriedly said: "It is indeed a juvenile. 15 years old. The profession is a courier. Because he often delivers express to Aziza's apartment, he is relatively familiar with Aziza. Usually, Aziza will also give him good tips. Sometimes, Aziza will also ask him to do other work, such as moving a flower pot, or asking him to buy something on his behalf."

Looking at Jacob's eyes, the reporter continued: "The suspect is said to have owed a lot of money due to gambling this time, and there was no way. He wanted to borrow money from Aziza, but was rejected by Aziza. The conversation between the two should be a bit unpleasant, so the suspect started his hand. Unexpectedly, Aziza's body was good, and she almost beat the suspect. The suspect then picked up something and stabbed Aziza, and then was afraid that Aziza would call the police, so he simply stabbed her to death..."

When this reporter talked about the case, he was a bit cautious at first, and then he said more and more specifically, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Jacob listened with suspicion, but one point was basically certain. This suspect was mostly not running away.

Not to mention anything else, judging from the corpse of the deceased Aziza, she had obvious defensive wounds, and things could be mentioned under her fingernails. If you roll it into the DNA laboratory later, you might be able to have DNA for comparison.

In this way, the murderer is very easy to determine. Furthermore, Aziza's fingernails have things, indicating that the murderer is likely to be injured, especially after stabbing 85 times. In an emotional state, it is actually very likely that he has broken his own hands. This kind of injury does not need forensic identification, and a criminal police officer with a little experience can understand it at a glance.

Furthermore, Aziza's murder case is so eye-catching, the Malaysian police will definitely perform their duties, especially since the perpetrator may be a juvenile. If there is no hard evidence, even if the police dare to arrest people, they dare not announce it immediately.

Thinking this way, the case being solved, etc., seems to be reasonable.

Jacob sighed secretly, picked up the scalpel again, and continued to work.

Even if the case is solved, the autopsy must be done.

Next, it will reach the litigation stage. This kind of case may also have lawyers who want to become famous to help fight for free. You can think about it, the opening must be a sentence to exclude evidence...

Jacob's attention focused again, and he dissected the corpse step by step.

The people around started to feel bored. They were originally here to get first-hand information. Now that the case is solved...

Clang...

Clang...

The door opened, and the door closed. The people who were crowded in the dissection room left one after another.

When Jacob finished the entire autopsy, only colleagues and a camera were left around.

"Why didn't you leave?" Jacob couldn't help but ask the last photographer curiously.

"I'm shooting a documentary." The photographer smiled.

"Documentary photographer, so you are better at waiting?" Jacob sighed.

Photographer: "The tripod is too heavy, I can't move it alone, I have to wait for someone to help."

"Zhong Renlong, try this." The police flower handed Zhong Renlong a cup of milk tea, and enthusiastically helped him poke the tube, and stuffed it directly under his nose.

Zhong Renlong was a little embarrassed and had to take a sip, thinking in his heart: If she had bitten the straw with her mouth in advance, the service would be in place.

"Renlong..." The police flower's voice was soft, and she was a little bit clamped.

Zhong Renlong "um" a sound: "Thank you. The milk tea is very sweet."

"Well, Renlong... can you, please help me tell Wu Wu Fa Yi Jiang Yuan, and see my case." The police flower's voice was more clamped.

But she mentioned Jiang Yuan, and Zhong Renlong couldn't help but raise his vigilance. After thinking about it, he said: "I can ask Wu Wu Fa Yi Jiang Yuan, but whether Wu Wu Fa Yi Jiang Yuan can agree, I cannot guarantee."

"Enough." The police flower nodded happily, and her eyes that could speak seemed to say a lot in an instant.

Zhong Renlong's eyes stuck to her back and walked away. When he came back to his senses, there was an oily face in front of him.

"Renlong..." This time it was the team leader of the major case team, Maulana, who spoke. His voice was also clamped, his eyebrows were clamped, and his chest muscles were clamped.

Zhong Renlong, who was drinking milk tea, turned his neck with difficulty, his brows frowned heavier than Maulana: "You don't need to talk to me like this..."

"As long as you can ask Wu Wu Fa Yi Jiang to help us look at the case, I can talk to you like this all the time." Maulana bumped Zhong Renlong lightly, knocking Zhong Renlong two meters away.

Zhong Renlong wanted to run in the chaos, but was hugged back into his arms by Maulana.

"I'll make a phone call." Zhong Renlong leaned his neck back to avoid touching Maulana's chest hair, and tried his best to take out his mobile phone.

Maulana's face changed slightly: "Don't be so anxious..."

Zhong Renlong's hand tightened even more, I... what am I grabbing?

Qinghe City.

Dinner is light vegetables, stir-fried casually, and then matched with some braised food. With Qinghe Daqu, Jiang Yuan, Lei Xin, Wu Junhao, Liu Jinghui and others drank back and forth.

The reason why today's dishes are a little different is because there is a Cantonese chef locked up in the detention center of Qinghe City. Of course, he is not exploiting his labor, but just transferred him from the post of stepping on the sewing machine to the post of the kitchen. From this point of view, the change in the life of the chef after the crime is not particularly large.

Because he is a real chef, the braised food that Jiang Yuan and others eat is also made by the chef. There are geese, meat, and tofu, and the taste is very good.

Lei Xin specifically explained: "Old Zhang's cooking skills are really getting better and better. Don't say, we set up a teaching class for him in the detention center. He can sit in prison without distraction, and he can practice cooking with all his heart."

"The prisoners in the detention center don't have much sentence." Jiang Yuan ate a bite of green vegetables and nodded with satisfaction. This kind of taste that has just been stir-fried to break, and the just-right seasoning and high soup, is really hard to make in home-cooked dishes.

Lei Xin also nodded with regret, and then said: "It's okay. We are working hard to catch his apprentice. I heard that his apprentice's technology is also very good. Come and improve it, maybe the food will be better."

"What is their crime?" Liu Jinghui asked.

"Crime of opening a casino." Lei Xin said: "They set up a restaurant, providing automatic mahjong machines in the private room. Many people played mahjong after eating, and they played very big. He also provided chips for these people. Later, to book his private room to play mahjong, it must be a VIP with more than 30,000 yuan. The restaurant with a 30,000 yuan VIP only returns 5%, which is not a small amount."

"Cooking is so delicious, and you have to open a casino."

"They are good at cooking, not good at doing business. And they are not willing to lose their life savings." Lei Xin said here, blinked, and smiled: "Does Team Leader Jiang want to find Old Zhang's apprentice to try? Old Zhang's apprentice is the best at making wild boar meat."

"Too busy." Jiang Yuan looked down on criminals with such small crimes, while flipping pages on the PAD in front of him, clinking glasses with Lei Xin, and said: "There are quite a few cases accumulated in Qinghe City recently. I'll see if I can find a few death row prisoners who are chefs."

"Death row can't cook." Lei Xin smiled bitterly: "And the prison management is strict, and it has nothing to do with us."

Wang Chuanxing smiled: "Then you can only check drunk driving around your favorite restaurants."

"Actually, some people are not chefs, and their cooking skills are also very good..." Liu Jinghui said here, patted his forehead, and said: "The case just now, will it be better to analyze from time."

Jiang Yuan then handed the PAD to Liu Jinghui, and let Liu Jinghui output a lot of output.

After completing the analysis, Lei Xin followed Liu Jinghui's inference and began to send people to verify.

When Liu Jinghui and others have time, they are also helping Lei Xin clean up the cases. As he said, after the Jianyuan Group went under, the public security situation in Qinghe City is indeed more complicated. Now it is Ningtai County that is exceptionally good, and the Qianjin District within the urban area is exceptionally chaotic.

Jiang Yuan is also considering whether to pick a few heinous cases to do first, or to deal with serial cases first, and then arrange to solve them from the perspective of public security management. ===== CHAPTER 782 =====