Forensic without kites

Chapter 180 Blood on the Nib (83)

An hour later, Zhang Ziqian and Jiang He rushed over.

A thick cordon was set up around the scene. It was the noon time after get off work, and there were already a lot of onlookers outside the cordon.Many ordinary citizens have never had the opportunity to witness a murder in their entire lives, let alone such a tragic murder.Flashing lights burst out from various smartphones, and Zhang Ziqian led the police officers with batons and dark faces to maintain order, but they couldn't stop it.

There is a flood of people.

In less than half an hour, the headlines about the railroad carcass would be in the major newspapers in BJ.In one hour, all major newspapers across the country will serialize it.

Zhang Ziqian's face became darker and darker.

And within the cordon of the house, everyone is in dire straits.

Jiang He brought over the dissection box in the Humvee.

Wuyuan stood up, raised her hands halfway to her chest, and tilted her head slightly, letting Jiang He put the dissection suit on her body.

In fact, there is no set, and it doesn't matter.Most of the blood that was spilled when the corpse was moved was splashed on her woolen coat. She was so annoyed that she tore off the coat with one hand and threw it at the door.

"Section Chief...your clothes are all dirty."

"know."

"You never get your clothes dirty..."

"We have never encountered a madman who dismembered the dead and pushed them into the cramped toilet."

"..."

Jiang He suddenly clenched his mouth tightly and didn't speak any more.

When he first arrived, he and Zhang Ziqian had already reported everything that happened on the road to Gu Jingnian.

He didn't say anything, and after listening, there was no reaction.With eyes closed, hands stretched out to the sides of the body, he paced around the room, walking back and forth.The toes of his expensive shoes were stained with blood, and with each step, the hard heel of his shoe smacked against the cement slab, thump, thump, thump, thump.

Jiang He seemed to hear the regular calls coming from the pool of blood.

Zhang Ziqian said that he was meditating, imagining what the murderer had done at the crime scene.He's trying to build a timeline of the killer's last 24 hours.

"What's the schedule?"

"Get lost!" Zhang Ziqian cursed at him in a low voice among the noisy crowd, "Little Chi, how on earth did you do this forensic trace inspection? You don't even know what the timetable is! Establish a time sequence and location of events A linear list of the victims. Special emphasis is placed on building a road map of the victim's activities in the 24 hours leading up to the attack. Physically walk the path the victim traveled in the last 24 hours! It's called a timeline!"

"I usually learn from Wuyuan when I have nothing to do. Look at you! What do you look like!" Zhang Ziqian was angry.

"The chief is fine. I'm...too stupid." Jiang He murmured.

The body parts had been sorted one by one on the floor in anatomical order.

Jiang He straightened the blood-stained body bag under the body with his hands, and said, "Except for the reproductive organ, all internal organs of the deceased are gone. In Zhang Xiaosi's meat stall, except for a pair of kidneys Other than that, no internal organs were found. Judging from the order of the anatomical recovery, this is the upper body of the deceased."

He straightened the head and said, "This is a deceased female. Well, looking at her face, she is very plump and around 25 years old. No uterus was found, so it is impossible to quickly determine the age of the deceased..."

"Hand me the reproductive organs." She interrupted him.

"There are obvious traces of lateral incision on the yin muscle. She is married and has a child who is about three years old. The scar from this lateral incision will not last more than three years."

"She... still has a child?" Jiang He gasped suddenly, his voice rough.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out. But look, the hair on the deceased's head seems to be missing one-fifth. The murderer took out part of her hair intentionally or unintentionally. Why didn't he cut it all off, but only took a little bit of it. How could this be? "Wu Yuan gently picked the uneven black hair on the dead man's head with her fingertips, feeling a little puzzled.

(End of this chapter)