Forensic without kites

Chapter 92

Now that he could not get off the tiger, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and stare down at the pile of bones on the dissecting table. His face was flushed, and he hesitated for a long time: "Uh... the deceased was about 30 years old. The bone end of this sternum is in the shape of Deep conical depression, and...the rib head joints at the upper end of the spine and the rib body have not healed well, er... In, er, the textbook said that the age of the deceased should be around Around 30."

"Height...Height, uh, about 160."

He stopped, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Wuyuan.

The overhead light illuminated the woman's exposed and beautiful forehead, which was extremely pale. She pursed her lips, her eyes were clear, and she said to Jiang He, "Go get a Martin altimeter."

Jiang He heard this, and hurriedly ran to get it.

Holding the center of the ruler in her hand, she lowered her head and measured it on the two shins on the stage, staring at the scale on the center of the ruler, silent.

Mo Bai raised his head carefully, but saw the thick eyelashes on her eyelids flickering, and in the dazzling light, he could even see the bruised veins throbbing on her pale forehead.

The restlessness subsides in an instant.

He stood very straight, looking into her eyes with deep admiration.

Nobody moved.

Finally, she finally broke the silence, put away the ruler and said: "The lengths of the left and right tibias of the deceased were 31.185 cm and 30.936 cm respectively. Considering that the body was exposed to the air, rain and scorching sun slightly damaged the bone tissue, the average difference should be 0.005 cm. So the height of the deceased should be 150.21 centimeters."

She paused, raised the ruler in her hand, and continued: "Combine the measured length of the shinbone with Chebyshev's height and fit a third-degree polynomial to obtain the height of the deceased."

The cold dissecting room was very quiet.

Mo Bai supported the dissecting table with both hands, stared at her indifferent eyes, and screamed: "Chief! Did you just calculate Chebyshev's third-degree polynomial?"

Afraid that she would ignore him, he asked loudly again.

She didn't make a sound, then picked up a rib with her slender hand, pointed to the lower edge, and lightly corrected Mo Bai's mistake just now: "The bone surface here is smooth...the small joints on the ribs at the end of the spine have not healed, forming an uneven joint." Epiphysis. Taken together, the correct age of the deceased should be 26 years old."

However, Mo Bai could not hear what she said clearly, as if thousands of horses galloped past in his heart.

His chest was roaring, and it was burning hot.

Using Chebyshev to fit a third-degree polynomial to calculate the height of bones is not only profound, but also requires extremely high precision in the calculation process.Forensic doctors usually seek the help of computers to calculate more accurate skeletal heights.

He has been in the industry for three years, and he has never heard of anyone who can do Cheshev's fitting of polynomials of degree 3 in just a few minutes.

Except Wuyuan.

Seeing him in a daze, Jiang He walked over with a sullen face, stuffed the DSLR into his palm, and pulled him off the dissecting table.

The bones on the stage are arranged according to the anatomical structure, and many injuries can be seen with the naked eye.

He bent over and picked up a radius bone, holding it up to the light to examine it carefully.

Wuyuan glanced at him, and asked him indifferently: "How, what did you find?"

The rough fingers pinched the radius and rotated it. Jiang He frowned and did not answer. Instead, he picked up the skull from the dissecting table, looked at it for a long time with his head down, and then answered: "The radius and the ulna are in the same shape." Transverse and wedge-shaped or comminuted fractures prove that he has suffered very violent violence. However, no damage was found on the head of the deceased. It seems that too much violent violence was applied to the same wound, causing the deceased to bleed profusely and go into shock. die."

Wuyuan cast a rather appreciative look at him, and then nodded, affirming his deduction.

At this time, the door was knocked open, Zhang Ziqian pushed the door in from the outside, and the three of them looked straight at him.

He rubbed his big hands together and chuckled: "Wuyuan, the captain asked me to ask you if it's done? If it's done, he needs you to go over and report the data to him. Later, the technical department will carry out the superposition of the deceased's skull and demobilization The appearance of the skull."

Wuyuan put down a shinbone she was holding in her hands, and hummed expressionlessly.

　There are two more, come later~
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(End of this chapter)