Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 233 Doubts
Han Wenshan is, after all, a veteran forensic doctor with many years of experience.

Some things simply cannot be detected without meticulous machine testing.

However, some people who have been in this line of work for a long time can tell at a glance whether there is a problem with the corpse based on their experience.

He can detect things with the naked eye that the machine can't.

This is the same principle as those top-level appraisers.

You might not believe it.

What if you were diagnosed with a terminal illness?

The head of state's private physician can tell you how much longer you have to live, how many months you have left, just by glancing at you.

It's so amazing that you can only explain it with metaphysics.

The pathology report hasn't come out yet.

Han Wenshan had already prepared an autopsy report in advance.

Once the pathology report comes out, take a look to confirm.

Then he would file this pre-prepared autopsy report.

You say this is not rigorous.

What if something goes wrong?
Of course, you should rewrite it. Otherwise, why wait until the pathology report comes out, take a look, and then submit it?

If there are no problems, submit it; if there are mistakes, correct them.

Even the wisest person can make a mistake.

It's not like we knowingly submitted a report that was wrong, so what's there to argue about?

No one can go through life without making mistakes. Thinking that making mistakes is shameful is simply because you care about saving face.

Making mistakes is not shameful; what is shameful is being ashamed to admit them or being afraid to admit them.

The first thing Xu Cheng did after leaving the dissection room was to take a shower.

Han Wenshan returned to his office, informed Shi Hongfang of the autopsy progress, and then handed him the preliminary autopsy report.

The role of forensic experts in actual cases is mainly to determine the cause of death and assist in confirming the chain of evidence.

The actual investigation still relies on the criminal investigation team.

Each profession has its own functions, and under normal circumstances, no one will overstep their authority.

But this does not mean that forensic medicine is unimportant.

The quickest way to get away with murder or get a reduced sentence is to have the forensic doctor alter the death report.

For example, striking a victim's head with a blunt object can cause the victim's death.

If the forensic pathologist changed the cause of death from brainstem damage to sudden death caused by blunt force trauma.

This would immediately change the charge from intentional homicide to manslaughter.

The pressure on the defense will be much less, and the sentencing will be on a completely different level.

Therefore, the Ministry of Internal Affairs is a frequent visitor to the forensic department.

Basically, whenever there is a controversial ruling, people from the Ministry of the Interior will come over.

It's like a photo spot in a scenic area.

Han Wenshan went to his desk and brewed himself a pot of tea.

The tea had just been brewed when Shi Hongfang rushed in in a great hurry.

Han Wenshan greeted them, "You've arrived? Please sit down and have some tea."

"Old Han, about this matter..."

"This autopsy report was drafted by me based on my experience. In theory, I cannot show it to anyone before the pathological examination results are available, since I am responsible for it."

Han Wenshan made up an excuse and rejected Shi Hongfang.

The handwritten report was placed on Shi Hongfang's desk.

But he didn't dare to reach out and take it without permission.

"Mr. Han, I trust your experience. I will take full responsibility for any problems that arise."

On the surface, Shi Hongfang still maintained his calm and composed demeanor.

But his slightly hurried tone revealed that he was not actually at peace.

After seeing the wound on the victim's neck, Shi Hongfang was filled with images of the Hermit and devoted himself entirely to the case.

I have no time to drink tea here.

If it were any other forensic doctor, like Xu Cheng, he would have directly asked for the report and wouldn't have said any polite but pointless things.

Unfortunately, the person sitting in front of him was Han Wenshan.

He's someone who has to give face even to his own father.

The reason Shi Hongfang was able to stay in the criminal investigation team was because Han Wenshan endorsed him and helped him withstand the pressure from his family.

Otherwise, his father and older brother would have plenty of ways to get him removed from the criminal investigation team.

"What responsibility can you take? The autopsy report came from me, so it's no use for you to take responsibility."

Han Wenshan took out a tea set, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Shi Hongfang: "Don't be impatient. Even if you get the report, you may not find any clues immediately."

Shi Hongfang didn't touch the tea in front of him, his eyes fixed on the handwritten report on the table.

Seeing this dazed look on his face, Han Wenshan couldn't help but shake his head.

He returned to his desk, weighed down the report with a pen holder, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Then he said to himself, "The people who sit down next to me have changed wave after wave, and I've lost count of how many you are."

I offered them tea; some refused, some accepted, some held the cup but didn't drink it, and some drank it but couldn't taste anything.

But in the end, they all left, leaving me alone with only a pot of tea that I don't know how long it will stay hot.

Shi Hongfang shifted his gaze from the report to Han Wenshan.

"Whatever you're going to do, I hope you'll think carefully about the consequences before you do it."

Han Wenshan took a sip of tea and said meaningfully.

Shi Hongfang paused for a moment: "...I know."

Han Wenshan stopped trying to persuade him, moved the pen holder aside, and pushed the report toward Shi Hongfang.

Looking at the familiar handwriting on the handwritten report, Shi Hongfang frowned: "You weren't the one who performed today's autopsy?"

He specifically called Han Wenshan back from his vacation, wanting the veteran forensic doctor to perform the surgery and produce an accurate report as quickly as possible.

To be honest, Shi Hongfang was somewhat disappointed.

It's not that other forensic doctors are incompetent; most forensic doctors who can perform criminal autopsies are highly capable.

But Shih Hung-fang still prefers to believe in Han Wen-shan, the human scanner.

"Xiao Xu will be the main surgeon, and I'll be recording from the side. In essence, it's no different from me being the main surgeon. Or are you planning to have Xiao Xu as your assistant for life?"

Shi Hongfang quickly explained, "No, it's just that this case is very important..."

"Then let me ask you, which case handled by the criminal investigation team is not important?"

Han Wenshan slammed his teacup heavily on the table: "Because this victim is involved with the Hermit, he is important, while the other victims are irrelevant?"

Hearing Han Wenshan's veiled warning, Shi Hongfang immediately shut his mouth.

This is clearly a warning to him.

I'm afraid my recent actions haven't escaped Han Wenshan's watchful eye.

Shi Hongfang, like a top student being called to the office by his homeroom teacher for a lecture, clutched the report tightly in his hand and remained silent.

Fortunately, it seems that Han Wenshan really only gave a verbal warning.

He picked up his teacup again and said to Shi Hongfang, "Whatever you want to do, at least you should have the right attitude."

No one is born noble and believes they can arbitrarily decide the fate of others. I hope you remember this.

Shi Hongfang offered no explanation.

Just then, his phone suddenly vibrated.

It was Tian Hao who sent Jin Ping'an a profile portrait.

The postscript explained that the warehouse where the deceased was found was not actually the primary crime scene.

Shi Hongfang held the autopsy report and bowed slightly to Han Wenshan.

Then he left the office.

He didn't touch the hot tea on the table.

………………

"Are you sure this isn't the primary crime scene?"

Tian Hao looked at Jin Ping'an, who was writing furiously, and asked.

Regardless of the amount of bleeding on the ground, the shape of the bloodstains, or the integrity of the blood clots, it's clear the deceased was killed here.

"This is indeed the place of death, but he was forcibly brought here while he was still alive."

Jin Pingan was also wildly waving a pencil on his special drawing board.

Two minutes later, a portrait was freshly painted.

Jin Ping'an flipped the drawing board over: "This guy is the murderer!"

Tian Hao perked up and immediately took the drawing board.

A figure wearing a black mask, a black hooded trench coat, black trousers, and black tactical boots, with only his eyes showing, leaps off the page.

"What did you draw?" Tian Hao asked instinctively.

The man in the painting is entirely black, with a well-proportioned physique.

Without architectural comparison, even height cannot be confirmed.

It would be truly bizarre if someone could be found through a painting like this.

"Don't worry, there's more than just him at the scene. Besides the deceased, there are two other people there!"

Jin Ping'an tore off the drawing paper, took back the drawing board, and continued to paint: "I'll draw the other two people first, and then I'll draw a panoramic view of the murder scene."

Tian Hao actually wanted to complain: "Why don't you just draw a panoramic view and draw everyone in it?"

However, considering that having a specific portrait would make it easier to find someone, they did not stop Jin Ping'an.

Anyway, given his drawing speed, these paintings together shouldn't take more than fifteen minutes.

This is still under the condition of perfectly recreating all the details of the scene before the deceased died.

Painting portraits would only be faster.

Soon, the second painting was completed.

Tian Hao took the drawing paper, and this time the person in the drawing became a beautiful young girl.

Sailor uniform, leather shoes, shoulder-length short hair.

These are all very distinctive features; you can ask around to see if anyone has seen a similar person in the vicinity.

People who are exceptionally good-looking or exceptionally ugly will leave a strong impression on others.

It's much easier to find them than those generic faces.

Not long after, the third painting was also completed.

Apart from his rather conspicuous mustache, this person looked quite ordinary.

"It's probably a fake beard."

With his years of experience, Tian Hao saw through Mu Si's disguise at a glance.

The remaining panoramic painting will take some time.

While Jin Ping'an was drawing, Tian Hao took photos of the three portraits and sent them to Shi Hongfang.

In any case, after learning what the prisoner looked like...

The first thing the police need to do is check surveillance footage, go through files, and compare information with the database.

Let's see if these people have any criminal records.

"Old Tian, ​​is that guy wrapped in a black trench coat the Hermit?"

Jin Ping'an asked while drawing.

Every scene he revisited was etched firmly into his mind.

For example, Jin Ping'an could remember clearly the distribution pattern of every drop of blood at the scene, how many loose threads were on his clothes, which hair was yellow, and which hair was white.

Just like a CD burner prints information onto a CD, that information will remain unless the CD itself is violently destroyed.

Therefore, Jin Ping'an was not worried at all that chatting and drawing at the same time would distract him and cause him to miss certain details.

"It's still far from being settled. You can't just dress like a hermit and assume everyone is one."

Tian Hao had a cigarette in his mouth, but didn't light it: "When you're in the team, take a look at the case files. There are quite a few cases of murders committed by people who hitchhike."

Jin Pingan shook his slightly sore arm: "You were talking so seriously on the phone before, like a hermit returning to the world."

"This is called making bold assumptions and verifying them carefully."

Tian Hao bit down hard on his cigarette butt: "I do hope this case is just a simple copycat case."

"The results of it?"

"We'll discuss the results once we've identified the other two individuals."

Tian Hao came up behind Jin Ping'an and watched the warehouse scene slowly unfold on the drawing paper: "There are just too many suspicious points in this case, so many that it's like a provocation to the police."

"Suspicious points?"

Jin Ping'an paused for a moment.

"According to preliminary investigations, the deceased was not a worker living nearby. If he wanted to kill him, there would be no need to specifically choose a place where someone would definitely find the body."

Tian Hao pointed to the three people who had already been drawn: "First of all, of these three people, only this one is completely covered up, while the other two are not disguised at all."

Even if there were no surveillance cameras nearby, wearing a mask wouldn't be a big deal, and there would be room for maneuver if they were caught on camera, but they didn't do that.

Secondly, the more people involved, the more attention they will attract. There is no need to kill three people together if it is only to kill one person.

If all three had a grudge against the deceased, then it's impossible to explain why the deceased only had one fatal wound.

Furthermore, the perpetrator's attire and modus operandi seemed deliberately designed to lead the police to suspect a recluse.

Jin Ping'an then realized that he could actually glean so much from his own painting.

Q: What is Jin Ping'an's thought process?
A: By tracing back the crime, we can directly identify the perpetrator and then arrest them.

Any doubts or doubts are completely out of the question.

Having cheat codes makes you this arrogant.

But if you use cheats for too long, your skills will inevitably decline... even though his skills were already pretty bad to begin with.

"Then why did you say on the phone that this person might be a hermit?"

Jin Ping'an asked.

"Before you came, I didn't know that there were other people at the scene besides the murderer and the victim. It was your recollection that made me more suspicious than certain about whether this person was the Hermit."

Although the wound was almost identical to the one in the file, the hermit always acted alone.

Tian Hao recalled the contents of the file that Shi Hongfang had given him.

It never mentions that the hermit went with anyone to kill a certain leader.

Wherever the hermit went, all he could see were corpses.

There are even rumors in the underworld that when the hermit goes berserk, he won't even spare his own people.

It's fun to follow the hermit and pick off enemies, but you have to be alive to enjoy it.

What if they feel they haven't killed enough and then turn on their own people too? Where can you go to seek justice then?

So apart from that audacious guy Mus, no one dared to associate with the hermit.

Whether it's thugs within the faction or third-party forces trying to sneak over and take advantage of the conflict between the other party and the Hermits.

Wherever there are hermits, you can hardly find a living person.

Otherwise, why would criminals in Nevada be so afraid of the Hermit?

What can truly terrify those heinous, wicked, and unforgivable criminals is violence that transcends mere violence itself, a violence far more brutal.

(End of this chapter)