Chapter 912: Advancement

When there are more than a hundred people, the expenses are incalculable.

If more than a hundred people do the same thing, it is like sending out more than a hundred spearmen at once, and the cost is relatively easy to control.

But if more than a hundred criminal police officers complete different tasks, it is equivalent to the police station holding a wedding ceremony, just saving the cost of the banquet.

The standard of Changle City is 80 yuan of transportation subsidy per day for single police officers on business trips, and 100 yuan of meal subsidy. Therefore, those who bring a car out must sign for 100 subsidies per day, and those who do not bring a car out must sign for 180 yuan of subsidies per day. This does not count the expenses for accommodation or taking the high-speed rail.

Detachment Leader Lang signed for a whole morning, the more he signed, the more his heart ached, but he still signed firmly.

The internal affairs knew what their detachment leader was like, and while watching, persuaded: "Didn't Jiang Yuan say he could wait another day? Let's wait another day, maybe the clues will be more specific."

"Asking for help is not as good as asking for yourself... Hmm... Although we are asking Jiang Yuan to handle the case now, we still have to find our own way. He said that there will be more specific clues tomorrow. To be honest, the age, gender, height, and weight are all there. What more specific clues do I want? We salvaged a skeleton, and he doesn't have to give me a photo." Detachment Leader Lang had his own ideas.

He had also been a criminal police detachment leader for so long. He knew the situation of technicians. The more capable technicians are, the more individualistic they tend to be. In fact, because of their indispensable skills and flat, undifferentiated wages, it is basically difficult for technicians to achieve psychological balance except for being arrogant.

And Detachment Leader Lang had encountered technicians who patted their chests to guarantee how to do it, but couldn't produce anything later.

In essence, Detachment Leader Lang still prefers criminal police who come out with iron feet. He walked out step by step like this, doing things seriously, measuring the city with his feet, the expenses are small, and the efficiency of solving cases is not bad.

However, facing the pressure of must-solve homicide cases, no matter how good the efficiency is, as long as it is not 100%, it is insufficient. And any element beneficial to solving the case, as long as it is not expensive to the point of being outrageous, criminal police detachment leaders are willing to try. Even things that are expensive to the point of being outrageous can be tried.

Similarly, Detachment Leader Lang is not willing to wait for Jiang Yuan's news. After Jiang Yuan updated the relevant information about the deceased, Detachment Leader Lang felt that the iron feet of the criminal police already had room to play.

The movements in the detachment were easily transmitted to the corner building. Even what Detachment Leader Lang said was transmitted in about the same way.

This made the two forensic doctors in Changle City also couldn't help but discuss in a low voice.

However, even for the two professional forensic doctors, Detachment Leader Lang's judgment could not be said to be wrong.

The forensic judgment given by Jiang Yuan, in the eyes of the two, was indeed enough.

As Detachment Leader Lang said, the deceased was left with a skeleton, and the age, gender, height, and weight were all there. Is it possible that he still has to give the deceased's photo?

When the two talked to this point, they naturally looked at the direction where Miao Ruixiang was working.

"He, impossible." Xue Weihua coughed twice and said: "Skull restoration takes two or three months to produce results, and they are all conceptual drawings, not even as good as those drawn by sketch artists."

"That depends on who does the skull restoration. Jiang Yuan's junior brother is not very good, but if it is Jiang Yuan, have you seen the skull restoration done by Jiang Yuan?"

"Uh... no, is it done well?"

"It's on the intranet, you can find it and look at it." The older forensic doctor blinked and said: "Why do you think everyone lets a criminal police detachment of Ningtai County Bureau run around everywhere."

Xue Weihua then sat in front of the computer and started searching.

There were only a few cases that Jiang Yuan solved using skull restoration, and they were all used relatively frequently at the beginning of obtaining this skill, but this was just his own understanding.

In the police community, technicians who can normally do skull restoration only do a few cases a year, and they are very happy to be able to solve half of them.

It can be said that skull restoration itself is a time-consuming and laborious technology, and it is also a technology that everyone is scrambling to use. Therefore, technicians who know how to do skull restoration spend their days holding skulls all year round.

Xue Weihua pulled out the skull restoration pictures done by Jiang Yuan, looked at them one by one, and was stunned.

As a forensic doctor, he was much older than Jiang Yuan, but to talk about technology...

"What are you doing?" Jiang Yuan's face suddenly appeared on the other side of the screen.

Xue Weihua's gluteal muscles shook, and he almost peed out of fear.

"I..." Xue Weihua looked up at Jiang Yuan and said carefully: "Listening to your arrangements."

"Then come and help me move some evidence." Jiang Yuan was just here to catch people.

In a while, Jiang Yuan gathered six people and went downstairs to search in the pile of smelly silt products.

"Take them one by one from in front of me, don't be too fast." Jiang Yuan's request was slightly weird.

If it were before, Xue Weihua should have asked why, but today, after just looking at those cases on the intranet, Xue Weihua felt that he didn't have this qualification.

It was nothing more than taking some dirty evidence. Jiang Yuan didn't feel that they would be dirty to his eyes, so how could they be dirty to his hands and clothes.

Xue Weihua picked up a large white pipe and passed slowly in front of Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan didn't shout stop, his eyes full of thinking.

Xue Weihua actually guessed what he wanted to do. He should be trying to judge which objects belonged to the deceased through the information obtained from forensic anthropology.

However, there were too many things in the fish pond, at least hundreds of things. How to judge that this thing belonged to the deceased?

Xue Weihua couldn't guess Jiang Yuan's judgment point and could only act as a soulless conveyor belt together with several other young police officers.

"Wait a minute for this one." Jiang Yuan reached out and stopped the conveyor belt.

The one he shouted to stop was exactly the old leather shoe held by Xue Weihua.

Xue Weihua naturally looked at this leather shoe. Young people nowadays almost don't wear leather shoes. On the contrary, middle-aged and elderly people in the village like to wear leather shoes. It is possible that they wore them until they were old and broken, and threw them into the fish pond. The concept of public morality is not something that is held for a long time.

Jiang Yuan's thinking was obviously different from his. Wearing gloves, Jiang Yuan took the leather shoe into his hand, looked at it for a while, turned to let Mu Zhiyang record, and said: "The shoe size matches, the wear matches the deceased's gait habit. This has a very high probability of being the deceased's shoe. Take out all the shoes found in the fish pond and look at them."

He originally didn't think about the deceased's shoes. Now that he saw it, he suddenly thought that the deceased's clothes were complete, and it was very likely that he was wearing shoes when he was thrown into the pond.

However, from another aspect, the deceased's multiple pieces of clothing didn't reflect the deceased's identity. If there was an extra pair of shoes, it didn't necessarily solve the problem.

But in any case, this was a relatively good start.

The crowd was slightly excited. Shen Yaowei took the initiative to turn over the evidence garbage pile. He had led people to wash these things, and he still had some impression of a few pairs of shoes.

Before Shen Yaowei found the other shoe, Jiang Yuan's gaze locked onto a belt.

"The wear position of the belt lock matches the deceased's waist circumference." Jiang Yuan let Mu Zhiyang continue to record.

The young forensic doctor Xue Weihua couldn't help it: "Can waist circumference also be judged?"

"Knowing the height and weight, seeing the state of the spine, knowing the length of the spine and the length of the long bones, estimating a waist circumference should still be achievable." Jiang Yuan's voice was not slow, just saying the key points of judgment.

Theoretically, if Xue Weihua could make the same judgment, he could also infer the deceased's waist circumference in the future.

Xue Weihua concentrated on thinking, not sure if he learned a knowledge point of forensic anthropology, or learned a useless knowledge. ===== CHAPTER 913 =====