civil forensic

Chapter 932 Advancement

Chapter 932 Advancement

When there are hundreds of people, the expenses are endless.

If hundreds of people are doing the same thing, just like sending out hundreds of spearmen at once, the cost is still relatively easy to control.

But if hundreds of detectives complete different tasks, it would be equivalent to the police station holding a wedding ceremony, but without the cost of the banquet.

According to the standard of Changle City, a single police officer on a business trip will receive a transportation allowance of 80 yuan per day and a food allowance of 100 yuan. Therefore, if you go out with a car, you will have to sign a subsidy of 100 yuan per day, and if you go out without a car, you will have to sign a subsidy of 180 yuan per day, not including the cost of accommodation or high-speed rail.

Lang Heng signed for the whole morning. The more he signed, the more distressed he felt, but he still signed with strength.

The clerk knew what kind of person his detachment leader was like. As he watched, he advised, "Didn't Jiang Yuan say that we could wait for a day? Let's wait for a day. Maybe we'll get more specific clues."

"It's better to rely on oneself than on others... Well... Although we are now begging Jiang Yuan to handle the case, we still have to find a way ourselves. He said that there will be more specific clues tomorrow. To be honest, we already have the age, gender, height and weight. What more specific clues do I need? What we fished up is a skeleton, and he wants to give me a photo." Lang Heng has his own ideas.

He has been the captain of the criminal police detachment for such a long time, and he knows the situation of the technicians. The more capable the technicians are, the more individual they tend to be. In fact, because of their indispensable skills and the same and equal wages, it is basically difficult for technicians to achieve psychological balance except to take advantage of others.

Lang Heng once encountered a technician who promised something but failed to deliver any results afterwards.

In essence, Lang Heng still prefers the detective who relies on his iron feet to get ahead. He has made his mark step by step, doing his job seriously, measuring the city with his feet, spending less, and solving cases efficiently.

However, facing the pressure of solving murder cases, no matter how good the efficiency is, it is not enough as long as it is not 100%, and the criminal police captains are willing to try any factors that are helpful in solving the case as long as they are not ridiculously expensive. Even things that are ridiculously expensive can be tried.

Similarly, Lang Heng was unwilling to wait for Jiang Yuan's news. After Jiang Yuan updated the relevant information about the deceased, Lang Heng felt that the criminal police's iron feet had room to play.

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The movements of the detachment were easily transmitted to the corner tower. Even Lang Heng's words were transmitted almost exactly.

This caused two of Changle City's own forensic doctors to discuss in a low voice.

However, even the two professional forensic doctors could not say that Lang Heng's judgment was wrong.

In the eyes of the two, the forensic judgment given by Jiang Yuan was indeed sufficient.

Just as Captain Lang Heng said, all that was left of the deceased was a skeleton. We already have his age, gender, height and weight. Do we have to provide a photo of the deceased?

When the two talked about this, they looked awkwardly in the direction where Miao Ruixiang was working.

"He, it's impossible." Xue Weihua coughed twice and said, "It will take two or three months for the skull reconstruction to produce results, and they are all concept drawings, which are not as good as those drawn by sketch artists."

"That depends on who did the skull reconstruction. Jiang Yuan's fellow apprentice didn't do it very well, but if it was Jiang Yuan who did it, have you ever seen a skull reconstruction performed by Jiang Yuan?"

"Uh... no, did you do well?"

"It's on the intranet. You can look for it." The older forensic doctor blinked and said, "Why do you think everyone allowed a criminal police squadron from the Ningtai County Bureau to roam around?"

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

Jiang Yuan has only solved a few cases using skull restoration techniques, and he used it relatively frequently when he first acquired this skill, but this is just his own understanding.

In the police force, a technician who can normally perform skull reconstruction only works on a few cases throughout the year, and he would be very happy if he could solve half of them.

It can be said that skull restoration itself is a time-consuming and labor-intensive technology, and it is also a technology that everyone is scrambling to use. Therefore, technicians who know how to do skull restoration have to hold the skull in their arms all year round.

Xue Weihua pulled out all the pictures of Jiang Yuan's skull restoration surgery, looked at them one by one, and was completely stunned.

As a forensic doctor, he is much older than Jiang Yuan, but when it comes to technology...

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

Xue Weihua's buttocks muscles trembled and he almost peed himself out of fright.

"I..." Xue Weihua looked up at Jiang Yuan and said cautiously, "I'll follow your instructions."

"Then come and help me move some evidence." Jiang Yuan came here to arrest people.

After a while, Jiang Yuan gathered six people and went downstairs to search for evidence among the mountains of smelly sludge products.

"Bring them from me one by one, and don't be too fast." Jiang Yuan's request sounded a little strange.

If it was before, Xue Weihua would have asked why, but today, after just looking at the cases on the intranet, Xue Weihua felt that he was not qualified.

It's nothing more than taking some dirty physical evidence. Jiang Yuan didn't think they would dirty his eyes, let alone his hands and clothes.

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

Jiang Yuan didn't call for a stop, his eyes showed a thoughtful look.

Xue Weihua actually had some idea of ​​what he wanted to do. He probably wanted to use the information obtained from forensic anthropology to determine which objects belonged to the deceased.

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

Xue Weihua couldn't guess Jiang Yuan's judgment point, so he could only act like a soulless conveyor belt with several other young police officers.

"Wait a moment." Jiang Yuan stretched out his hand and stopped the conveyor belt.

What he called to stop was an old leather shoe held by Xue Weihua.

Xue Weihua naturally looked at the leather shoes. Nowadays, young people hardly wear leather shoes. Instead, the middle-aged and elderly people in the village like to wear leather shoes. When they are worn out, they may be thrown into the fish pond. Public morality is not something that can be held for a long time.

Jiang Yuan's thinking was obviously different from his. Wearing gloves, he took the leather shoes in his hands. Jiang Yuan looked at them for a while, then turned to Mu Zhiyang and asked him to record them. He said, "The shoe size matches, and the wear and tear matches the deceased's gait habits. There is a high probability that these are the deceased's shoes. Turn over all the shoes found in the fish pond and have a look."

He had not actually thought about the deceased's shoes at first, but now that he saw it, he suddenly realized that the deceased was fully clothed and was probably wearing shoes when the body was thrown away.

However, from another perspective, the multiple pieces of clothing on the deceased's body could not reflect the deceased's identity, and an extra pair of shoes would not necessarily solve the problem.

But anyway, this is a good start.

Everyone was slightly cheered up. Shen Yaowei took the initiative to rummage through the garbage pile of evidence. These things were washed out by him and his people. There were a few pairs of shoes, and he could barely remember them.

Before Shen Yaowei found the other shoe, Jiang Yuan's eyes were fixed on a belt.

"The worn position of the belt buckle matches the waist circumference of the deceased." Jiang Yuan asked Mu Zhiyang to continue recording.

The young forensic doctor Xue Weihua couldn't help but ask: "Can you even tell the waist circumference?"

"Knowing your height and weight, you can see the condition of your spine. Knowing the length of your spine and long bones, you should be able to make a rough estimate of your waist circumference." Jiang Yuan's voice was neither hurried nor slow, he just stated the key points of the judgment.

Theoretically, if Xue Weihua could make the same judgment, he would be able to infer the waist circumference of the deceased in the future.

Xue Weihua thought intently, unsure whether he had learned a point in forensic anthropology or learned useless knowledge.

(End of this chapter)