You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 145 Cat Team, Do You Like to Eat Fish?
Early the next morning.

Suburban funeral home.

After driving the car in, Yang Jinwen parked it next to the flower bed, got out of the car, and took the lunchbox from Maozi's hand.

The autopsy room was behind the cadaver furnace, in the semi-basement.

As you descend the steps, you can smell the odor of formaldehyde right at the entrance.

There were quite a few people who came. Besides Yang Jinwen and Maozi, there were several people from the Chengnan Brigade, as well as Jiang Bala and Fu Yun from the Jiaxing Brigade.

These people are all waiting for the autopsy results. Although Wen Ling has already explained the cause of death of these victims, knowing some of the newly identified clues in advance can save them from taking many unnecessary detours.

Besides, whether it's Yan Bin or Chai Tao, who doesn't covet the deputy detachment position? They'll definitely send someone to keep an eye on them.

Jiang Bala and Fu Yun greeted Yang Jinwen and Maozi, and the four of them immediately went to a corner, leaving the people from the Chengnan Brigade aside.

Yang Jinwen laughed and said, "Captain Jiang, Captain Fu, how are the benefits at the Jiaxing Brigade? I see you've both gained weight."

Jiang Bala patted Fu Yun's belly: "Old Fu is the one who's gotten fat. I'm fine. I like to exercise."

Fu Yun glared at him: "Get lost. You've eaten just as much as I have. By the way, are you two here waiting for news too?"

Yang Jinwen said, "Cat Brother and I just happened to come and take a look."

Jiang Bala chuckled: "You're just kidding. It's obvious you're bringing food to the forensic doctor, Wen. Let me tell you, everyone knows about what happened between you and Wen. She keeps staring at you when she's discussing cases in meetings."

Cat retorted seriously, "What if she was looking at me? After all, I was standing with Captain Yang at the time."

Jiang Bala and Fu Yun ignored his words.

"Alright, I won't bother you anymore. Don't keep the forensic doctor from having breakfast." Jiang Bala patted Yang Jinwen on the shoulder, then looked at Maozi, who had already disappeared.

As if on cue, no one discussed the case, as it concerned their respective promotions as captains. So Jiang Bala and Fu Yun didn't ask any questions, even though they had a lot of questions.

As Yang Jinwen walked into the corridor, he saw Wen Ling coming out of the dissection room.

She took off her mask and winked at Yang Jinwen.

Yang Jinwen looked toward the autopsy room, where several forensic doctors were turning over the deceased's internal organs and weighing them on a scale.

An elderly forensic doctor is examining the decomposition of an organ, then perfusing it with formalin, and finally performing a series of procedures such as frozen sectioning.

Under the dissection table were rows of red plastic buckets, which were used to hold internal organs.

Wen Ling walked up to Yang Jinwen and snapped her fingers in front of him: "Hey, are you here to see me or to see the corpse?"

"Watch them all," Yang Jinwen said, a statement that showed a complete lack of emotional intelligence.

Immediately, Wen Ling's face fell: "Fine, very well. You asked me to do something, so I'll go out and tell Captain Jiang and the others. You can wait here for now."

"No, no, I misspoke."

Yang Jinwen quickly handed her the lunchbox in his hand: "These are steamed buns, made by Lao Fan himself. They're filled with chives and pork. I've been carrying them with me the whole way, afraid they'd get cold."

Wen Ling pouted: "At least you have some conscience. I'm not hungry now, I'll eat at noon."

Yang Jinwen asked with concern, "Aren't you cold?"

"It's alright, there are steamers at the funeral home, I'll just heat them up when I get there."

Wen Ling sat on a bench in the corridor and took a piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to him.

"This is what you asked me to investigate."

Yang Jinwen sat down next to her, opened the note and saw that it was full of professional terms, densely packed, but it didn't look like Wen Ling's handwriting.

He had seen Wen Ling's handwriting before; it was just like her figure, consisting of four characters: "round and smooth."

But the handwriting on this note was somewhat arrogant, with a very vigorous stroke.

Wen Ling said in a low voice, "The identity of the second corpse has been found out, so we won't say more."

In the stomach of corpse number one, the food was mostly digested, presenting as an acidic semi-liquid, meaning that the second victim ate approximately 4 to 6 hours before death.

As Yang Jinwen looked at the note, he said, "If the murderer was targeting a specific person, it shouldn't be the first or second victim."

Wen Ling nodded: "The third body, Yan Dahong, ate food brought by his wife before his death. We checked some of his statements and found peanut residue in his stomach contents."

His wife, Li Fen, said that when she changed shifts that day, the meal she brought to Yan Dahong was braised pig's feet with peanuts.

Therefore, apart from the teeth, the residue in the gastric solution confirms that body number three is indeed Yan Dahong.

"The fourth body had some undigested food in its gastric solution, indicating that it was eaten relatively recently, probably about two hours before it died. It was barbecue, but we don't know if it was lamb skewers or some other kind of meat."

The same was true for corpse number five; less than an hour after eating, the food in its stomach was still quite intact—it had eaten eggs, roughly the amount of two eggs.

Yang Jinwen asked, "Both Number Four and Number Five were attacked on the forehead first? Is that right?"

Wen Ling shook her head: "I can't tell. Besides being struck on the forehead with a blunt object, both corpses also suffered heavy blows to the back of their heads, all at the same time."

Besides these, there was also corpse number six, who also suffered an attack on the forehead. However, corpse number six was hit the most times, and its entire head was no longer human-shaped.

Yang Jinwen pointed to the contents of the note and asked, "The residues in the gastric solution of bodies number six and seven are almost identical!"

"Yes!" Wen Ling nodded: "The meal was two hours ago, and the food was varied, so there must have been a meal together. We extracted two very small fish bones from the stomach contents of body number six, so the last meal should have been fish."

In addition, undigested soybean residue was found in the gastric contents of bodies number six and seven.

So, numbers six and seven must know each other, and they might even be sharing a room. "Is number seven a woman?"

"You are the only one who is smart!"

Wen Ling smiled and said, "Fortunately, these corpses were burned on top of each other. If they had been burned for a while longer, these organs would have been useless, and nothing would have been found in the stomach sacs."

By the way, corpse number seven has a torn pubic cartilage and worm-eaten defects on the auricular articular surface…”

"A married woman? Who has had children?"

Wen Ling glared at Yang Jinwen: "No, how do you know so much? Where did you learn it?"

"I studied medicine."

"Keep bragging." Wen Ling rubbed her right shoulder with her left hand.

"By the way, what kind of fish bone were you talking about?"

Wen Ling thought for a moment and replied, "I don't know what kind of fish bone it is. We measured it and the length is between 0.5 and 1.2 millimeters, which is invisible to the naked eye."

We opened the stomach sac of corpse number six, filtered the gastric contents through a sieve, and then examined it under a microscope.

Such a tiny fish bone is unlikely to be a ventral or dorsal bone; it's probably a marginal bone near the gills.

Yang Jinwen said, "Thank you for your hard work. You've done both craniotomy and dissection, and given us so much information."

Wen Ling smiled and said, "Then you have to treat me to a meal."

"Absolutely. Let's go have hot pot sometime when we have time."

Wen Ling nodded: "Okay, you can get lost now!"

Yang Jinwen stood up: "Then I'll be going now?"

"get out!"

After Yang Jinwen left, the door to the autopsy room was pushed open, and an old man in his sixties took off his mask and looked at his back.

Wen Ling quickly stood up: "Grandpa, if you're tired, take a rest."

Wen Renyu laughed and said, "You dragged me here to stay up all night just for this kid?"

Wen Ling was very honest: "My boyfriend, what do you think? Is he reliable?"

"Not bad, young man. Does your dad know?"

“Haha…” Wen Ling laughed out loud: “We haven’t talked yet. You know my dad. He doesn’t really like to interfere in my affairs.”

“Your dad has a sharp eye. He’s been a criminal investigator his whole life. Doesn’t he see what kind of person this young man is? He didn’t say anything, so that means he agreed.”

"Right?" Wen Ling smiled, her eyes crinkling like crescent moons. "Master, let me take you to the backyard to stretch your muscles and tell you about Yang Jinwen."

At the corner of the corridor, Yang Jinwen glanced at the backs of Wen Ling and her father, then turned around and stepped onto the stairs.

Jiang Bala and Fu Yun, who were waiting on the side, immediately ran towards Wen Ling's retreating figure.

Seeing this, the men from the Chengnan Brigade quickly followed, afraid of falling behind.

Yang Jinwen came to the ground, and the cat immediately popped out.

"Captain Yang, how's it going? What did your girlfriend say?"

Yang Jinwen glanced at him: "We haven't talked yet, don't talk nonsense. By the way, where did you just go?"

"I'm going to the restroom, where else would I go? You're with Wen Ling, do you expect me to be a third wheel?"

"Are you afraid of seeing those corpses? There are only two of us on our team, and I often feel like I'm fighting alone."

Cat curled its lip: "That's just your imagination. Alright, how are we going to investigate? Just let me know."

Yang Jinwen got into the car and handed the note to Maozi, who was sitting in the passenger seat: "Take a look at this first, and I'll tell you after you've read it."

Yang Jinwen drove the car out of the funeral home.

After glancing at it a few times, the cat clicked its tongue and said, "What are you showing me? I don't understand it."

As Yang Jinwen drove, he said, "Our mission is to find out the identities of the deceased. The identities of the second and third deceased are clear: the shampoo girl and the hotel owner Yan Dahong, respectively."

The first deceased was a client of prostitutes; let's leave that aside for now, he was probably just an unlucky guy.

If these murderers weren't specifically after money, then they were either targeting Yan Dahong or the four victims.

The victims, numbers four and five, suffered severe blows to the forehead, suggesting they were attacked suddenly by the assailant when the door was opened, indicating they lived alone.

The fourth victim had eaten meat skewers, and the fifth victim had eaten two hard-boiled eggs. I suspect that the fourth and fifth victims were passengers preparing to board the train the next morning.

The cat asked, "How do I check this?"

Yang Jinwen sighed slightly. This was indeed impossible to check. Passengers who bought train tickets but did not take the train could not be identified by name in this day and age, unlike in the future when a search would be accurate.

"Let's leave those two dead for now. I guess they were just unlucky and killed by some twist of fate. Let's find out the identities of the six and seven victims first. They knew each other and probably lived in the same room."

The cat's eyes were clear: "How do we investigate?"

Yang Jinwen sighed deeply and asked, "Team Cat, do you like to eat fish?"

(End of this chapter)