civil forensic

Chapter 5 Suspects

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

After changing his clothes, Wu Jun took Jiang Yuan to find a place where no one was around, and said in a low voice, "Find some cardboard or something and make a fire."

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

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

Jiang Yuan went out sullenly, found two cardboard boxes, and handed them to Wu Jun.

Wu Jun tore it up and then lit it with a lighter. After the flames lit up, he rubbed his hands together and said, "Let's cross the fire and get rid of the bad luck."

"This...it's unnecessary." Jiang Yuan hesitated.

"Don't believe me, I've seen a lot..." Wu Jun said, trotting all the way from one side, like a corgi, striding over the fire with all his might.

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

Jiang Yuan said helplessly: "Today is my Seventeenth Uncle, there is no need... Seventeenth Uncle is usually very nice, every time he goes back to the village, he laughs with everyone he knows or not..."

"Then what if he made new friends last night." Wu Jun stood on the other side of the fire, the firelight imprinted on his face, and his shadow was shaking.

Jiang Yuan deliberated for two seconds, took two run-up steps, one stride, and crossed the fire.

It wasn't until the two cardboard boxes were burned that Wu Jun lit a cigarette, watched the fire go out quietly, and said to Jiang Yuan: "I'll report to Captain Huang, you clean up here, go to the cafeteria to see Is there any food left? If not, just buy some instant noodles and take it to the office next to the dissecting room, let’s deal with it and eat some. It’s like this for a policeman, and you’ll get used to it in the future.”

"Okay." Jiang Yuan didn't say anything, and agreed.

"Go this way to the cafeteria." Wu Jun pointed to the location, and just as the phone was connected, he nodded to Jiang Yuan, grabbed the phone, and said, "Captain Huang, it's definitely a fracture of the second cervical vertebra, and there is no other injury. Time of death was around 7:[-] am... no other ante-mortem wounds but evidence of post-mortem movement..."

Jiang Yuan listened a few times, and when Wu Jun finished reporting the autopsy, he borrowed tools to clean up the ashes, and then went to the cafeteria.

Autopsy and dissection is also physical work, and he is already hungry.

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

Restaurants and supermarkets are all aimed at the family members of the deceased, and the prices are high.Many who came early came up the mountain before dawn, and there were many people who waited until noon, and those who couldn't stand it would be slaughtered.

The cafeteria is for the employees to eat, the area is small, and the charge is not high.The forensic doctor was regarded as a non-staff member of the funeral home. Jiang Yuan went inside, showed his ID, and got a temporary meal card.

When I arrived at the kitchen, I saw that the cook was a little girl with a long ponytail. She just stood up and didn't wear a mask, so she gave a smile: "I only have this order left, and I didn't know you were coming. You Is it the new forensic doctor from the county bureau?"

"Yes. How did you know?" Jiang Yuan smiled, then looked down at the food, only a little fried vegetables and fried bean sprouts were left, and they didn't look very good.

"I heard that the new forensic doctor is very tall, and besides the funeral home, there are quite a few people who come to our cafeteria, that is, people from the Civil Affairs Bureau and the Religious Affairs Bureau." : "If you're not in a hurry, let me order some noodles for you?"

Jiang Yuan's eyes then fell on the small kitchen at the back of the cafeteria.It's just two sets of simple stoves, and some side dishes are served in the next frame.

Looking at the environment in the back kitchen, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but feel moved: "Is there any rice? Can I make fried rice myself?"

The little girl with long ponytail hesitated for a moment, looked up at Jiang Yuan's tall and gentle appearance, and said with a smile: "Our small unit is not particular, but there are not many people who are willing to cook by themselves. Stove?"

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"Then come in." The little girl lifted the cover on the right side, looked up at Jiang Yuan again, and said with a smile, "Even if you make fried rice by yourself, you still have to swipe the card at the price of fried rice with eggs."

"Okay." Jiang Yuan responded, went into the small kitchen, picked up the big spoon, and felt inexplicably convenient for a while.

Long ponytail helped to fetch the rice and eggs. Jiang Yuan took the egg yolk by turning the two egg shells upside down alternately, broke it up and poured it into four or five bowls of rice, then turned on the fire, poured oil, and stir-fried...

At school, Jiang Yuan was mostly cooking instant noodles with an egg, but now he is quite proficient at playing with the spoon.

The little girl with long ponytail watched his movements and frowned slightly. When she saw Jiang Yuan put the food, she couldn't help but said, "It doesn't matter if you use more ingredients."

Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment, hooked and released the big spoon, still only took a few diced radishes, and said: "It's not necessary, it's enough."

Long ponytail: "You don't have to be so polite."

Jiang Yuan: "You're welcome."

The conversation between the two ended inexplicably.

Jiang Yuan devoted himself to making fried rice.He doesn't have any cooking skills, and he relies on Uncle Seventeen's legacy. At this time, he is completely repeating Uncle Seventeen's practice... He is very stingy with the ingredients.

The girl with the long ponytail looked at it, and felt a little bit of sadness... Such a frugal egg fried rice must have been a hard life in the past.Pity.

"Leave a portion for you to try." Jiang Yuan calculated and made egg fried rice for three people, scooped out his own and Wu Jun's portion, and then scooped up a bowl for the little girl.

"Actually, it's not necessary...I've eaten it all." Looking at the golden-yellow egg fried rice in the bowl, the girl with a long ponytail was even more emotional. The egg fried rice made from one egg was enough for three people. It was outrageous.

"You're welcome." Jiang Yuan smiled, didn't say much, and left with his lunch box.

Watching Jiang Yuan leave the cafeteria, the girl with long ponytail looked down at the fried rice with eggs, but she thought it looked good.Turning around, he took the spoon, took half of it, put it in his mouth to chew, but nodded involuntarily.

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

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"The taste is pretty good. The level of the cook in this funeral parlor has improved?" Wu Jun ate a mouthful of the fried rice brought back by Jiang Yuan, and he praised it.

"There are only a few vegetables left in the cafeteria. I made fried rice." Jiang Yuan planed two mouthfuls of fried rice, raised his bowl to the morgue, and paid respects to Uncle Seventeen.

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

"I only learned fried rice. I learned it from Uncle Seventeen." Jiang Yuan interrupted Wu Jun.

Wu Jun was taken aback, looked at the fried rice again, hesitated for a few seconds, then shook his head, gobbled it up, drank two more mouthfuls of tea, and said, "We'll go back later, you organize the photos, the autopsy list is full, Look at the colleagues who have come back and offer to help.”

Jiang Yuan responded.

Wu Jun looked at Jiang Yuan, and then slowly said: "Die Liu found traces of detergent in the kitchen of the deceased's restaurant, and later found blood. At present, the biggest suspect is the wife of the deceased..."

"Aunt Seventeen?" Jiang Yuan had some surprise on his face, but it wasn't serious.

The husband is dead, and the murderer is the wife. In any country, it is a very high probability. Jiang Yuan can only sigh.

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

"Okay." Jiang Yuan responded, and shaved off the rest of the rice in the bowl in two bites.

(End of this chapter)