During the time that Cao Keyang was communicating with forensic Wang Lan and the captain of the criminal police team, Jiang Yuan also sent a message to Captain Huang Qiangming, expressing his desire to stay in Qinghe City for a few days to train.

Because it was already late at night and it wasn't their own case, Jiang Yuan felt it was not appropriate to make a phone call.

As a result, just a few minutes after sending the text message, Huang Qiangming's phone rang.

"Who fooled you?" Huang Qiangming's voice was cautious and proactive, like the beginning stage of interrogating a suspect, ready to switch to offense and defense at any time.

Jiang Yuan naturally wasn't afraid of him, so he chuckled and said, "I've never come into contact with a body that has been killed and set on fire, so I want to go and take a look."

Upon hearing his response, Huang Qiangming felt a little frustrated that his silly boy hadn't been fooled, and earnestly said, "People are telling you to do useless work. There are many types of bodies, do you have to see them all?"

"Isn't that what forensic experts do?" Jiang Yuan whispered.

"Even if you don't do forensic work, you can still do very well. Don't deliberately pursue this." Huang Qiangming's words were insincere. In his daily life, he always demanded excellence from his subordinates.

However, such words were like a chamber pot, only brought out when needed.

Everyone was doing the same job, and if you talked about work, Huang Qiangming himself was also working. Essentially, he was a commanding detective, someone who didn't seem to be doing much but ultimately played the most important role, just like a pig.

As for someone like Niu Dian, he was like a horse that could do anything, slightly detached from the village and county environment.

Cao Keyang then emphasized, "Don't let others take advantage of you. Don't work for nothing and avoid losses."

Cha Xing laughed a few times, glanced at Huang Qiangming who was making a phone call next to him, slightly tilted his body, and said loudly, "You just need to broaden your horizons and do your work, that's all."

"What do you mean by broadening your horizons? Has he seen many bodies that were killed and burned before?" Cao Keyang said with a smile, "When he comes back, you should roast a whole lamb for him."

Niu Dian smiled awkwardly, advised Captain Huang to be more open-minded, and hung up the phone, saying one more thing, "The condition of the internal organs of a burned body is also important. You can hang up now."

Outside the public area, Cao Keyang held his phone, looking gloomy.

This group of small tricksters in Qinghe City!

...

The autopsy in Qinghe City was also conducted at the funeral home.

The rules were set by the municipal bureau, and there was nothing new - of course, there were no requirements for the quality of the freezer.

The most commendable thing about the funeral home was the environment.

The floor was usually clean and tidy.

The places where humans often passed by were meticulously cleaned.

It was not only the meticulous work of the funeral home staff, but also the low quality of the visitors. There were many people who littered, but even those who came to mourn would carefully clean the public areas before cleaning their own area.

The funeral home was often surrounded by ancient trees, which were tall and sturdy, covering the small open space above, ensuring that even at noon, visitors could feel the shade.

In the evening, when the visitors had all left and even the aunties in the cafeteria and the general store had gone to work, Huang Qiangming pulled Niu Dian and retreated to the parking lot, then walked to the autopsy room.

It was still a ground-level room with maximum shade.

There was no sound of wind outside the corridor.

"We're here." Wang Lan greeted them at the door when she heard the sound.

She looked thin and emaciated, like a starving beggar who had lost weight. If her eyes were bright, it would be difficult for people to misunderstand her in a place like the funeral home.

"Wang forensic, thank you for your trouble." Niu Dian said as he walked down.

Wang Lan smiled and said, "It's no trouble. It's even more depressing when no one is willing to help. Oh, this is our district bureau's forensic, Cha Xing Niu."

Cha Xing noticed the short and stout woman next to the thin Wang Lan, standing under a large stool next to the autopsy table.

Seeing so few forensic experts, he inexplicably missed his master, Master Wu.

At least his master was a bit abnormal.

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Jiang Yuan looked up at Niu Dian. He had heard about him since he arrived, a young forensic expert who had achieved many new accomplishments. He didn't have much hope, so he just chatted casually, "You've met Wu Jun a few times, and he's also making progress."

"My master will be promoted in two years." Niu Dian replied.

It's good to have a personal assistant.

The position of forensic assistant in Qinghe's district bureau was also a job for certified basic labor with fewer requirements.

Cha Xing, Wang Lan, and a forensic assistant were dissecting a body, which was relatively tense.

But who would agree to have one less forensic expert to help?

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the group quickly entered the autopsy room.

Niu Dian was also fully equipped, and Jiang Yuan brought some of his own equipment.

Huang Qiangming didn't feel good about leaving, mainly because he wanted to get away from Niu Dian. It was getting late, and he thought about returning to the parking lot alone through the eerie path formed by the ancient trees, or staying to face a charred body and several differently shaped living forensic experts.

Indeed, the body was charred.

To put it professionally, it was called low-degree carbonization of the whole body.In layman's terms, a white, crispy layer had been burned onto the surface.

It was still quite horrifying, especially for those who were not used to such sights.

Looking at roasted mutton was one thing, but a roasted human...

"None of the seven limbs are missing any carbonized parts. The lower half of the right forearm, the back of the left forearm, and both upper limbs from the middle of the calves and beyond..." Wang Lan stood beside the autopsy table, briefing the situation.

The body had been burned to the point of curling up, much like a shrimp.

The so-called carbonization loss referred to the parts that had been burned.

In summary, apart from half of the right arm that remained, the rest of the arm and both legs had been completely burned. The hands and feet were naturally gone, and all that was left was visible to the naked eye.

Such a body was more difficult to handle than a special abnormal corpse.

However, once the fragmented parts were properly handled and the necessary information was obtained, it meant that the murderer had left less information for the criminal investigators.

Wang Lan's reaction was more intense than Jiang Yuan's. With a grim expression, he continued to brief:

"When the body was found, was it clothed? The skin on the back was relatively fragmented, was there any defensive posture..."

"There are no wounds on the waist and abdomen, no characteristics of stab wounds."

"The perineum is also carbonized, and there's no way to extract a swab."

Listening to Wang Lan's forensic description, Jiang Yuan's mind gradually formed several questions and images.

Now, Jiang Yuan, who had mastered forensic pathology LV4, was also facing a corpse. The information he obtained and could infer was the same.

But he was not the protagonist today. He slowly began the autopsy, following the pace of Wang Lan, starting from the body surface.

The first step was to pick up the small pieces of charcoal that had fallen off.

The seventh step was to record the condition of the body from top to bottom:

"Forehead carbonized."

"Facial carbonization loss."

"Skull carbonized."

What surprised Jiang Yuan the most was that the brain tissue of the corpse was exposed and had solidified.

From this point, the degree of burning could actually be judged.

The indoor temperature must have been just right to explode the skull. Or, there was something inside, such as other exploding fragments, that blew up the carbonized skull, and the residual heat then solidified the flowing brain tissue.

Jiang Yuan jotted down a few times in his notebook, but he still didn't speak.

The information he had just deduced needed to be confirmed and tested. On the other hand, it was unlikely to be useful.

During an autopsy, the information that could be obtained was very limited, but that didn't mean all the information had to be revealed.

For example, during an autopsy, it was easy to determine whether the body had gallstones, but if it was an autopsy related to a medical accident, revealing that answer would be meaningless.

Of course, if the deceased did have minor gallstones, and someone claimed to have had dinner with the deceased, eating a small bowl of twice-cooked pork, then it would be meaningful...

Jiang Yuan was still inexperienced, he wrote down whatever he thought of.

It wasn't until the autopsy reached the chest cavity that he noticed something. He pinched the lung and said, "There's no snowballing sensation."

The originally methodical autopsy was paused. He also pinched the lung and nodded, "Indeed, there's no snowballing sensation."

Both the snowballing sensation and the snow grip sensation were evidence of the presence of air in the lungs, with similar meanings.

But in terms of an autopsy, it indicated one thing: the deceased might have died from burning, or from a stab wound!

(End of Chapter)