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Chapter 284 The Deaf-Mute Girl!

The thawed body, after 48 hours, was laid out on a stainless steel dissection table, like jelly.

The body was deep-frozen (minus 10 to minus 20 degrees Celsius) for up to six months, and the surface of the body turned a waxy yellow.

Only the corpse's face was deathly pale, as white as paper, which was quite eerie.

Inside the autopsy room, besides forensic pathologist Wei and his assistant, there were Wen Ling, Yang Jinwen, and Zhang Lei.

Wen Ling was summoned by Yang Jinwen, mainly to extract biological samples and take them to the provincial capital's identification center for toxicity experiments.

Although Lao Wei is a veteran military doctor, testing for poison is a weakness of his.

Toxicological testing is time-consuming, laborious, and expensive, but it is the cause of death, and we must find out the process of her death.

The female corpse has been dissected, and her chest and abdominal cavities have been opened.

The silk threads sewn together on the chest and abdomen resembled a long zipper, appearing in everyone's sight.

It's clear that forensic doctor Wei's suturing skills are superb. You couldn't sew so well without a degree of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

In the senior surgeon's dissection room, Wen Ling naturally had to give him face, her eyes sparkling: "Senior, you can't find another one like him in An'nan City with your suturing skills."

The forensic doctor, Wei, was very pleased and laughed, "When I was young, I was in the army. New recruits were often injured, and I was the one who stitched them up. I wasn't good at stitching before, but after going to the battlefield that time, there were so many injured people that I got the hang of it."

Wen Ling praised, "It still comes down to practice. When we were studying medicine, we spent several years in university and we didn't even encounter many corpses. You, senior, have experienced a lot. We could never learn your experience even if we were to be forensic doctors our whole lives."

The forensic doctor, Wei, smiled and nodded repeatedly, then quickly called his assistant: "Go and take the autopsy report to the forensic doctor, Wen."

When the assistant brought over a printed autopsy report, Forensic Doctor Wei glared at him fiercely: "Can't you understand? Go get my notes."

Upon hearing this, Wen Ling glanced at Yang Jinwen and smiled slightly.

Whether you're a criminal investigator, a forensic doctor, or an accountant, most people who work with written documents have their own notebooks.

In other words, it's some things recorded privately, just like Yang Jinwen's scribbles in his investigation notebook.

The documents shown to superiors will inevitably differ from the ones kept in private; they're practically indistinguishable from ledgers.

That's why people say that writing official documents can help you improve, because you write things that your superiors like, but the reality is quite the opposite.

Wen Ling's appearance and personality are both deceptive.

She may seem gentle, but deep down she's quite wild.

Look at her, seemingly harmless, yet she dares to call on the children of government officials to ambush petty thugs under the bridge.

She may seem pure and aloof (Zhang Lei and Maozi know this all too well), but in private, she is incredibly warm and passionate, capable of measuring the depth of tilled land with a tape measure.

Could this be an ordinary person?

Wen Ling carefully examined the autopsy report.

The name field is blank.

Place of origin is blank.

There is a job vacancy.

Age: Between 24 and 26 years old.

Height: 157cm
Data such as hand length, leg length, and skull size are all included in the anatomical report.

In addition, all the body's organs, including the stomach contents, were solidified, meaning they could be taken directly to the provincial capital for identification without her having to process them herself.

Wen Ling pointed to the section on stomach contents and frowned slightly.

Last year's guesthouse arson murder case was solved because food residue in the stomach led to the identification of the victim, revealing the full picture of the arson murder.

Wenling specifically looked at this item, but there was no detailed report on the stomach contents.

Yang Jinwen also saw it, but before he could speak, the forensic doctor Wei explained, "When I cut open the stomach, I indeed did not find any food residue."

"Did you throw up?"

Forensic doctor Wei shook his head: "I've also examined the vomit before death, and there was nothing like it."

Yang Jinwen looked at the corpse on the autopsy table and frowned, saying, "So, the deceased didn't eat anything before he died?"

Wen Ling nodded: "Generally speaking, the stomach is basically empty after 4 to 6 hours, and the food residue enters the small intestine to continue to be digested and absorbed."

24 hours ago, the stomach and upper small intestine were completely empty, and the body began to rely on stored liver glycogen for energy.

If it has been 24 to 48 hours, there will be absolutely no food in the stomach. The body has depleted its glycogen stores and has begun to accelerate the breakdown of fat and protein to maintain life activities.

"Senior Wei, have you examined the deceased's small intestine?"

The forensic doctor, Wei, nodded: "I've examined it. I know what you're saying. Back then, many people went hungry, and many starved to death."

Based on all circumstances, the body on the autopsy table had not eaten anything for at least 24 to 48 hours before her death.

Upon hearing this, several people turned to look at the young face on the dissection table.

Yang Jinwen looked at the cat hiding by the door and asked, "Among the physical evidence collected from the scene, is the deceased's wallet?"

The cat shook its head: "No."

"What do you mean no?"

Cat flipped through the documents in his hand and replied, "The deceased was not carrying anything on his person except for the clothes he was wearing."

Yang Jinwen nodded and looked again at the female corpse on the autopsy table. Her cheeks were sunken, her cheekbones were prominent, and there was a black mole on the left side of her neck.

He was thin and emaciated, clearly suffering from malnutrition.

Wen Ling saw Yang Jinwen carefully examining the corpse along the autopsy table, so she picked up Wei's forensic notes and said, "The skin on the inner side of the left upper arm of the corpse has large bruises at both ends, with a blank space in the middle..."

Wearing gloves, Yang Jinwen lifted the corpse's left arm; the marks on the body's surface had completely thawed.

"Show me the photos."

Wei's assistant compared the autopsy report with the photos and gave his opinion: "It should be that he was strangled."

Yang Jinwen looked at the photo of the body surface. The purplish-blue bruise was about half the size of a palm and was on the inside of his left arm.

Anyone with experience knows that the skin on the inside of the upper arm is very delicate. If it is subjected to sudden pressure or friction, it is very easy to cause subcutaneous bleeding in this area, which can lead to the skin turning purple or blue and causing significant pain.

Clearly, the body had been grabbed by someone before its death.

Wen Ling continued, "The deceased had five old stab wounds on his left forearm, the two largest scars being located at the wrist artery..."

Yang Jinwen had already seen the deceased's left wrist. Although the wound had scabbed over, it was still gruesome to look at. The five wounds were made in sequence with a knife.

Zhang Lei clicked his tongue and said, "The deceased had suicidal tendencies before his death."

Wen Ling glared at him, as if to say that there was no need to bring up the question. Even the cat standing in the distance could guess it, and saying it would only make people laugh.

As Yang Jinwen examined the body's surface, his mood grew increasingly heavy.

Wen Ling continued, "Besides that, the deceased also had a burn on the back of his neck..."

With Zhang Lei's help, Yang Jinwen turned the body over and indeed saw burns on the deceased's back.

The area is ten centimeters long, decreasing in size from top to bottom. The scar is twisted and pale, and looks quite frightening.

Zhang Lei asked in confusion, "What caused this?"

The forensic doctor, Wei, replied, "It was scalded with boiling water."

"Boiling water? How could it have scalded the back of my neck?"

Yang Jinwen squinted and sighed, "The water that was just boiled, that is, boiling water, is close to 100℃ and is in a boiling state. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been scalded like this."

As for why she was burned in that spot, either someone accidentally burned her back, or it was intentional!

Yang Jinwen's words forced everyone to examine the corpse once again.

A deaf-mute woman, a stranger, died in someone else's home.

She had no money, had not eaten for nearly two days, had suicidal tendencies, and had been a victim of sexual assault.

The cause of death was ingestion of paraquat. Yang Jinwen reviewed the physical evidence collected from the scene, but the criminal police did not find any pesticide bottles at the scene.

Where is this bottle? Did Crimson take it? Or did she throw it away?
Moreover, the time of death after ingesting paraquat must be determined based on the dosage.

In other words, whether the deceased drank the pesticide herself or was forced to drink it by someone else, it would not have caused her immediate death.

There are factors related to dosage, as well as factors related to the body's composition.

This is why Yang Jinwen called Wen Ling to prepare to go to the provincial capital to conduct poison experiments.

Although current technology cannot provide precise data, a broad timeframe is still helpful.

Yang Jinwen focused his observation on the deceased's palms and soles.

There was mud under both fingernails and toenails, and the nails were uneven.

This provided a clue for the investigation.

The deceased did not have a fixed time to trim his nails, letting them grow freely. As they grew longer, they naturally broke while he was working.

There was mud under both her fingernails and toenails, which means that the deceased was most likely not from the city, but from the countryside.

Further evidence of this is the thick calluses on the deceased's palms and the thick heels on his feet, clearly indicating that he had been doing heavy labor for many years.

However, relying solely on these clues to identify the deceased is like finding a needle in a haystack.

You know, there are too many unidentified corpses. This funeral home alone contains several unclaimed bodies.

Yang Jinwen stood up and carefully examined the deceased's face.

No matter how he looked at it, he felt that this girl's fate was very difficult.

A deaf-mute girl came to the city from the countryside and went hungry for nearly two days. Why did she suddenly appear at Zhong Aihua and Yin Hong's house?
Without a doubt, she either knew Zhong Aihua or Yin Hong.

Zhong Aihua denied knowing her, so she must know Yin Hong.

Yin Hong disappeared without a trace, leaving her body lying in her home without any regard for it. Why is that?
Moreover, the origins of this woman, Yin Hong, are a mystery and remain unclear.

Yang Jinwen sighed softly and said to Wen Ling, "I'm leaving this to you. I'm going to get back to work."

Wen Ling nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go to the provincial capital as soon as I'm done with my work and give you an answer as soon as possible."

Yang Jinwen slowly left the dissection room, and when he reached the door, he couldn't help but look back one last time.

The deaf-mute girl lying on the dissection table, bathed in the soft light of the fluorescent lamp, radiated a heart-touching glow...

(End of this chapter)