In the late night funeral home, the sound of the wind seemed like a group of ghosts passing by. The falling leaves danced in the air, unwilling to leave or fall, as if they had many unfinished wishes.

In the late night funeral home, the flickering lights created a pattern of light and darkness, resembling a magnificent cage of destiny. Looking behind, there was only pitch-black darkness and a hazy sky. It always felt like something would jump out and say, "Hey!"

In the late night funeral home, the doors and windows always made creaking sounds, the locks made clicking sounds when opened, and there was a constant dripping sound. Even if it had been carefully repaired during the day, various unexpected situations would still occur at night.

In the dissection room on the negative first floor, the heroic music never stopped:

"Running naked, running on the streets..."

The song "Shanghai Bund" brought Li Zhen back to his youth, making him intoxicated and nostalgic.

At that time, Li Zhen was still a young forensic doctor. He was assigned to Langgu County, attracting the attention of the entire county!

Within a month of starting work, Li Zhen dissected nine bodies. When he went to eat at a restaurant, the boss would give him two extra pieces of braised pork ribs.

Listening to the song, Li Zhen felt like he had returned to the past.

He remembered the simple conditions back then. When encountering some cases where the conditions were not met, he had to perform on-site dissections. He would often have to kneel in front of the body, feeling young and exhausted. If he were to do the same now, Li Zhen would immediately become another body with a broken waist.

It was nothing like now, where he could have an office in the funeral home. It was windless and rainless, just a bit cold, hiss...

"What we dug out from the graves is all here." Jiang Yuan looked at the last piece of clothing, put it back into the large evidence box on the small table, and couldn't help but stand up and stretch.

He couldn't make big movements, afraid of waking up the neighbors in the surrounding boxes.

Li Zhen had long been exhausted. He casually lay on the dissecting table next to him, striking a strange and not-so-standard yoga pose, looking a bit funny, like a corpse that had been forcibly arranged.

He had been focused on listening to the music, but when he heard Jiang Yuan's voice, he raised his chin, acting like an arrogant and indifferent old cat.

"Let's sleep after we're done. There's a camp bed inside. Just open it and sleep. You're too tired."

Jiang Yuan:...

"...There's a camp bed, why do you want to sleep on the dissecting table? It's too cold." Jiang Yuan had been focused on organizing the evidence and didn't notice earlier. Now, when he turned his head and looked, he felt like he was chatting with an old corpse.

He looked at the stainless steel dissecting table and couldn't help but shiver!

Li Zhen smiled and said, "You didn't look carefully. I put a military coat underneath."

"Your military coat is placed in the dissecting room, and you even use it as a cushion on the dissecting table. It's probably soaked with the smell of corpses. Besides, it's too big, almost the size for a body."

"This was originally used to cover the body. The family didn't want it. At that time, I was just starting to date and didn't have money. It was also close to the Spring Festival, so I couldn't afford new clothes..."

Li Zhen himself couldn't understand. In fact, he was still young at that time. He dissected the person under the military coat, found the cause of death, and quickly helped solve the case, catching the murderer.

When the family came to claim the body, they threw away the military coat.

Because in such situations, the family would rather burn all the deceased's belongings and not see anything related to it. It would make them sad just thinking about it.

He kept this military coat and it had been with him ever since. He wasn't afraid, and it felt strangely familiar.

Jiang Yuan calculated Li Zhen's age and then estimated the age of his date. He suddenly felt a sense of reverence for the military coat under him. It was no longer just a coat, but a magical tool!

"Aren't we going home?" Jiang Yuan asked again.

Li Zhen gestured with his thumb outside and said, "If you're afraid, you can go out and wander around!"

Jiang Yuan thought about it. The room was the dissection room, under the jurisdiction of the police station. Outside the room was the funeral home, under the jurisdiction of the civil affairs department. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that the dissection room was safer.

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that sleeping here feels uncomfortable." Jiang Yuan found the camp bed and measured it. As expected, it was not long enough.

"Then let's continue working." Li Zhen suggested, turning over and starting to sing a song for his wife, "Sweet Honey."

"Sweet honey, sweet honey..."

The sound of Li Zhen singing with a nasal voice filled the dissection room, and Jiang Yuan couldn't help but shiver again!

Lying on the dissecting table and singing "Sweet Honey," it felt a bit eerie no matter how you thought about it.

Jiang Yuan placed another box of evidence on the table, opened his notebook, and put on another pair of gloves. Li Zhen was already half asleep and didn't pay attention to him anymore.

Compared to the evidence in the large evidence box just now, the importance of this box of evidence was much lower.The evidence in the large evidence box was all dug out from that crude tomb, including the clothes of the victim Sun Jingyi, several personal items, and the soil beneath the body's abdomen. These pieces of evidence were also sent for examination and were the most attention-grabbing and likely to yield results.

The box of evidence that Jiang Yuan now brought to the table came from outside the tomb, items found within a one-kilometer radius from the tomb.

"Jianlai" (Sword Comes)

There were a total of four such boxes, which would be considered trash if placed elsewhere. However, here, each item had to be carefully considered before being passed.

Among them, the most eye-catching piece of evidence was a cigarette butt. If it belonged to the criminal, it was equivalent to the criminal voluntarily revealing their identity.

As it turned out, it was only due to the lack of professionalism of the search team.

Someone had secretly smoked during the search and casually threw the cigarette butt into the woods, carefully extinguishing it.

There was nothing much to say about it. The search had been going on for more than a day, and it was impossible to stop smokers, especially in the wilderness.

In addition, the search team was only a professional rescue team, including the local Blue Sky Rescue Team and other semi-official organizations. They were not professional police officers, had not received relevant training, and did not have corresponding obligations. In such harsh conditions, it was also difficult to manage them effectively.

When they smoked, they didn't know that there might be a body buried here.

Jiang Yuan set aside the cigarette butts and tissues that someone had claimed.

There were still many things left in the box, including unclaimed plastic bags, lighter cases, mineral water bottles, shoe soles, fish hooks and fishing lines, nets, cloth bags, torn clothes, food packaging bags and boxes...

Jiang Yuan took them out one by one and examined them.

Afterwards, he brushed for fingerprints one by one and then wiped for DNA.

This task could be done by other forensic investigators or technicians, but very few could do it well.

When wiping for DNA, they would dip the cotton swab in water, making it semi-dry before wiping. Not many people were willing to do this small action, although many had learned it. In reality, most people would just take a cotton swab and do a quick wipe.

As for the wiping action, suitable evidence bags, and timely submission for examination, even fewer people could do it well. These were all very tedious and intricate tasks, and there was no guarantee of results.

Similar to trace evidence, the core of DNA testing actually lay in the extraction of the sample.

Speaking of extraction, it was not actually difficult, just requiring carefulness, patience, and proficiency. However, in reality, very few people could achieve this.

Some people were simply too lazy to do it, while others couldn't finish it and had to rush the process.

In this regard, forensic investigators or technicians were not much different from elementary school students. They were reminded by their teachers and parents to have neat handwriting, be serious and meticulous, and also hoped that they would take the initiative to do more homework.

In fact, among a class of children, it was highly likely that none of them could do all of these tasks. Even for those who were extremely diligent, there were very few who could maintain it.

And at this moment, Jiang Yuan was the most proactive and serious student in the class.

His emotions and state of mind were both very intense.

He used his newly acquired sketching skills to draw a map, marking the distribution of the evidence around Sun Jingyi's grave. Although it was just a tool map, it was surprisingly comfortable to look at.

Then he began to process the evidence itself.

Out of habit, he started with fingerprinting.

Whether to fingerprint first or do DNA occasionally sparked debates. Everyone criticized each other for not being attentive enough, and in general, it was whoever arrived first who would conduct the examination.

Jiang Yuan was more familiar with fingerprinting.

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He scanned each item one by one. He scanned Bai Sui Shan, scanned Wahaha, scanned Binglu, and when he scanned a bottle of Nongfu Spring, Jiang Yuan fell into contemplation as he looked at the fingerprint that appeared.

He took the fingerprint and held it in his hand, gazing at it silently.

This fingerprint was about three-quarters the size of a normal fingerprint and was relatively clear in terms of ridge lines. With such a clear fingerprint, if there was a corresponding match in the database, any trace examiner could easily find a match.

However, it didn't seem like a fingerprint from the fingerprint battle.

But he felt a sense of familiarity.

The impression of a fingerprint on a fingerprint expert was probably similar to that of a scumbag towards their ex-girlfriend.

Jiang Yuan pushed his thoughts forward, and suddenly, a fingerprint popped up in his mind!

Wen Xiang's arson case!

After several arson cases were linked together, multiple arson cases committed by Wen Xiang were solved, except for one.

That one arson case involving the forest remained unsolved.

Jiang Yuan immediately took out his phone and started searching.

In his memory, the arsonist had confessed to several cases, except for this one, which had been temporarily set aside.The fingerprint extracted from the eucalyptus was quite clear, but when compared with the one at hand... there were many similarities!

Damn!

!

Indeed, as the teacher said, every effort is never wasted.

Excited, Jiang Yuan nudged the forensic doctor, Li, who had just dozed off on the autopsy table!