A large black and red truck rut was dragged on the ground for several meters, and the smell of blood was disgusting.
Lin Yan sniffed, and gently picked up a lump of black, sticky internal organs from the ground with his fingers.
Memories flooded her, she turned pale in an instant, and suddenly bit her lower lip tightly.
The place with the most bloodstains was concentrated under the two front wheels of the truck. If it weren’t for the scouting pedals, it would be impossible to get off. Even so, the scene was horribly damaged. There were all kinds of messy footprints, including the driver’s, the reporter’s, and the construction site. on other workers.
Fang Xin was enduring nausea to measure the footprints, and soon his face turned pale, and he stumbled and ran out.
Lin Yan frowned, maybe because she felt uncomfortable when she got up this morning, and her stomach was overwhelmed. A white wrist stretched out in front of her and handed her a tissue.
"Give you."
Lin Yan suddenly felt that he had been greatly insulted: "Get out, I don't need that!!!"
Song Yuhang stared blankly holding the tissue, then slightly bent the corners of his lips, and walked aside to question witnesses.
The body below the chest of the deceased was all rolled into the wheel, and after being rolled back and forth, it was stuck to the ground as thin as paper. The head and neck were separated and only a few blood vessels were left. Half of the head was crushed by the wheel. , the gray brain stuck to the front wheel, the whole face cannot be recognized with the naked eye, it can be said that it is beyond recognition.
Let alone an autopsy, such a corpse would be very difficult to get up from the ground.
After the criminal investigators finished taking pictures, Lin Yan reached into the pool of blood, touched a tooth, held it up to look at the light, and put it in the evidence bag.
"Judging from the degree of tooth loss, the deceased was very young, less than eighteen years old."
Duan Cheng hurried up to take a photo, and made a record at the same time.
"Inferred from the skull..." Lin Yan gently touched the remaining half of the head, sliding back and forth on the side: "The skull is thin, the muscle lines are not obvious, the forehead is vertical, and the top is flat. It should be a female deceased."
"There was a large pool of blood at the scene, seeping into the ground fissures southward in the form of a column." Lin Yan took a step back, she had already touched the deceased and it was inconvenient to touch the ground, and motioned for several assistant forensic doctors to come and extract the bloodstains.
"Turn over with the soil."
With a shovel, a large piece of soil was uprooted and put into the evidence bag.
Everyone else was wearing gloves to find bone fragments in a pool of blood, which is very important for later confirmation of the identity and age of the deceased.
Lin Yan leaned over again to look at the half of the skull, and said plausibly: "The life reaction to the wound is obvious..."
She raised her eyes and looked up, the broken railing on the roof was crumbling.
The truck driver was under control. He was crying and howling under the questioning of several criminal policemen in handcuffs: "I really didn't know there was someone here, I really didn't know! It's so dark, I'm going as usual after four o'clock." I went to work to transport building materials to the construction site, and people usually throw construction waste downstairs, I really didn't think much about it!"
A seven-foot-tall man struggled forward crying, his face flushed and his rosacea prominent.
Song Yuhang walked over: "Test his alcohol content."
"Open your mouth!" Several police officers held him down and stuffed the instrument into his mouth.
"Blow."
The man breathed a sigh of relief, and the value on the meter immediately soared to the peak.
A criminal policeman showed it to her, filled with righteous indignation: "This grandson drank a lot of alcohol last night, look at the alcohol content in his blood is still so high, no wonder no one would know if he was crushed to death!"
The foreman at the side was trembling, Song Yuhang looked over: "You discovered the man?"
The foreman nodded and stammered: "Ah... yes yes yes... it's me..."
"Don't be nervous, tell me what's going on slowly." Song Yuhang motioned for someone to bring him a cigarette, the foreman took it and pressed the lighter with trembling fingers, took two puffs before he calmed down, his tone was still trembling.
"After five o'clock in the morning, I go to work as usual..." He was still terrified when he recalled that scene, and Song Yuhang interrupted him.
"Do you remember the exact time?"
The foreman thought for a while: "I usually get up at 5:10, and it should be around 5:30. I took my hard hat and walked to the construction site. When I got to the building, I found..."
He still felt weak when he remembered that scene.
Lao Li, who was in charge of delivering building materials to the construction site, was an old acquaintance. He knew that he liked to drink, but nothing had happened to him, and the two greeted each other warmly.
"Morning, Liutou." Lao Li lowered the window of the car to reveal his yellow teeth.
"Morning, didn't you have a drink today?"
"Beer, have some?" The other party took out a wine bottle from the seat next to him and shook it at him, and there were some peanut shells scattered beside him.
"No, no, I'll go to work later, and let the boss smell it."
Liu Tou backed away to make way for the truck, and then heard a loud bang. He was taking off his trouser belt to pee against the wall, and laughed and cursed: "You must have drunk too much, kid!"
Old Li turned the steering wheel backwards, and grinned: "Fuck it, what kind of turtle is dumping garbage here, don't you know that the trucks come in and out this way?"
He stepped on the gas pedal, increased the horsepower and rushed, but he kept feeling something click under the wheels.
He was in a hurry to unload the cargo, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and tried several times back and forth, without even getting out of the car to have a look.
After Lao Li finished urinating, the searchlights on the construction site turned on at that point, and when the pale light shone over, he was scared out of his wits when he turned around, and sat down on the ground!
A few strands of clothes were pressed under the wheel, a pool of blood seeped out from under the wheel, and half of the skull was squeezed and flew out, as if the sound of musculoskeletal shattering could be heard.
Liu Tou didn't even bother to pull up his trousers, he stumbled up and rushed over to stop the car.
"That's the way it is, comrade policeman, comrade policeman, it's none of my business!"
Song Yuhang handed over the pen and paper: "Leave your name and contact information, Fang Xin, come here to take a blood test, please cooperate with our investigation if necessary."
Fang Xin ran out of the bloody scene with an investigation box as if he had been pardoned, and neatly collected blood from the truck driver and witnesses.
Song Yuhang glanced over and saw that Lin Yan was still squatting in the pool of blood. Today she was wearing a formal suit, which was rare, with a layer of protective clothing on top, and her hair was coiled up, revealing her slender and fair nape.
Song Yuhang handed over the notes in his hand to others, put on his gloves and walked over, squatting down beside her.
The exploration pedal is limited, Lin Yan stepped aside: "Is there something wrong?"
Song Yuhang's eyes were also a little unnatural, erratic on her face: "Ahem...ask the result."
"The deceased was under 18 years old and female. Judging from the extent and color of the pool of blood, the time of death should be around 4:00 am last night."
Lin Yan finished speaking in one breath, walked to the other side and changed the direction to observe the incomplete half of the skull.
Song Yuhang also followed: "Is there anything special?"
She pointed to the sunken part of the skull, and rubbed out some bone fragments with her fingertips: "A comminuted fracture, in line with the characteristics of a high-level fall injury."
Duan Cheng couldn't take it anymore, and after taking the photo, he lay down on the side: "Ugh..."
Lin Yan smashed his mouth: "What a rare case, this psychological quality is too weak, Song team, you should replace me as soon as possible."
Song Yuhang looked at Lin Yan and then at Duan Cheng, as if he was thinking about the feasibility. When he saw her eyes, Duan Cheng was afraid that she would dislike him as useless, so he quickly stood up straight and said, "It's okay, I can still persevere!"
Her eyes turned back and stayed on her face again: "You mean she fell to her death, not being run over by a truck?"
Lin Yan nodded her head, knowing that those eyes were glued to her body and did not meet her eyes: "Yes, the crushing of the truck caused a secondary injury at best, look at the degree of fracture of the skull and the puddle of blood—"
Song Yuhang looked in the direction of her finger.
"The color of the soil there is obviously darker than here, and it is probably where it fell."
"Can you tell if you fell from the building while you were alive or after you died?"
Song Yuhang walked over and touched the land over there.
Ji Linyan shrugged his shoulders: "It's hard, it's all like this, take it back to the bureau and I'll dissect it carefully."
Song Yuhang straightened up, set up an awning and looked towards the rooftop: "I'll take a few people up to have a look."
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Once inside the building, a cloud of dust mixed with the smell of cement rushed over. The elevator hadn't been repaired yet, so Song Yuhang led his people up the stairs to the sixth floor. There was an iron gate between the roof and the stairs.
The door was not locked, and it was shaken by the wind. Song Yuhang signaled the trace inspection personnel behind him to come immediately to extract fingerprints, and then gently opened the door after they were done.
The rooftop was not big, there was nothing there, and it was desolate. Several criminal investigators scattered around to find useful clues.
Song Yuhang went straight to the railing.
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"Come on, get this up and bring it back to the bureau." While Song Yuhang was looking for clues upstairs, Lin Yan was downstairs ready to call it a day.
Duan Cheng looked at the pool of bones and minced meat with a look of unrequited love: "This...how can I do this?"
"Nonsense, of course it's a shovel. Hurry up and go back to have lunch." Lin rolled his eyes impatiently, and picked out some large tissues from the pool of blood with a special small shovel in his hand The fragments were packed into a body bag along with the bones.
"..." Duan Cheng endured and endured, his face turned pale, and finally suppressed the nausea, and joined the team of shoveling corpses.
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Song Yuhang leaned out half of his body, just in time to see Lin Yan carrying the body bag onto the car, and she leaned over to look at the scratches under her feet.
"Ruler." She squatted down and measured it. The footprints were not big, which matched what Lin Yan said that the deceased was less than eighteen years old.
There is no trace of man-made damage to the railings. They have been in disrepair for a long time, and they have been corroded by rainwater to form a layer of mottled rust. As soon as your fingers touched it, they made an overwhelmed creaking sound.
Song Yuhang followed the railing all the way to the break, and found a little bit of cloth on it.
She put on her gloves and twisted them into an evidence bag.
The investigators ran over to report: "Captain Song, I've checked everything. There was no trace of a fight on the roof, and there was only one person's fingerprint on the door lock. I found this in the corner over there, and it must have been blown by the wind. "
He handed over a thin piece of paper that was completely wet by rain, and Song Yuhang held it carefully, for fear that it would die in his own hands if he exerted too much force.
She held a survey lamp in front of her and took a photo. The ink was almost fainted, and she could barely make out the first two words: "The legacy..."
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Downstairs, Lin Yan took off her mask to breathe, and Duan Cheng moved the body bag into the car. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the wound on her face, and immediately screamed, "How did Forensic Doctor Lin do this?"
The other people glanced over, Lin Yan didn't even think about it, and kicked over: "I'll make you scream!"
After finishing speaking, he hurriedly put on the mask in a secretive way. The movement was so loud that his cheeks hurt, Lin Yan grinned and muttered: "How else can I do it, the dog gnawed it!"
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Although she couldn't hear what they said clearly, seeing Lin Yan and Duan Cheng fighting, for some reason, she also felt a little warmth at this cruel and terrifying crime scene.
Song Yuhang withdrew his gaze, and as far as he could see, the cordon was already crowded with spectators and the media.
"That's right, what's going on?"
"I heard that the truck driver ran over someone to death. He ran over ten times back and forth. It was a terrible death."
"Why? What kind of hatred and resentment are you doing so cruelly?"
"Listen to my brother-in-law who works on the construction site..."
There was a murmur from the crowd, saying everything, and the media pushed forward.
"We are journalists, journalists, please let us in for interviews, we want to see your people in charge."
Several grassroots policemen have never seen this battle before, and they couldn't stop it. There was a girl in the reporter group who was not tall and had yellow hair. Seeing that the body bag had been carried out, she knew that the opportunity must be lost. The reason for coming again, took a look at a gap and slipped under the policeman's arms, and slapped Lin Yan indiscriminately for a while. remember
Miss Lin was dazzled by the sudden flash of light, the reporter had already rushed in front of her, snapped a few close-ups of the body bag, and then put the microphone in front of her eyes.
"When did this case happen?"
"Who is the deceased?"
"Do the police have any clues?"
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A series of questions were thrown out, Lin Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and when his eyes met the reporter in front of him, the reporter was obviously taken aback.
There is no way, Lin Yan's impression on her is too deep.
That unforgettable face, and vigorous skills.
She opened her mouth, wanting to call her but didn't know her last name.
Lin Yan frowned impatiently, raised her hand and pushed her away: "Make way."
She's beaten up so many people that she can't even remember who it was.
Seeing that someone had crossed the cordon, the other reporters were not to be outdone, and she was present with the highest rank in the police force, so she was immediately surrounded by people.
"Inspector, Inspector, tell us about the case?"
"Officer, what progress has the police made so far?"
"Why did the murderer kill?"
What's more, they recognized her face from under the mask, and the crowd whispered: "It's Forensic Doctor Lin, it's her, then this must be a major murder case..."
Lin Yan raised his foot and wanted to leave, but those people chased after him like ghosts: "Hey, forensic doctor Lin, forensic doctor Lin..."
Lin Yan was dizzy from being squeezed by these people, who bumped into her during the crowd, made her dizzy for a while, but fortunately, someone helped her from behind.
Lin Yan turned around but it was not the familiar person.
"Is Forensic Doctor Lin okay? You go first." "
Lin Yan nodded, and got out of the cordon, leaving Duan Cheng and several assistant forensic doctors behind to deal with the reporters' inquiries.
Song Yuhang frowned. Seeing that she had walked out of the encirclement safely, she looked away and was about to go downstairs. When she turned around, she caught a glimpse of a person in a black sweater. Carrying the camera was obviously not a reporter, and as a crowd of onlookers, he did not chat with the people around him.
The keen sense of touch developed through years of criminal investigation work made her turn around suddenly: "Binoculars."
A colleague handed the binoculars to her, and Song Yuhang searched carefully for the black figure in the crowd, only to find that he had disappeared into the vast crowd, as if it was just an illusion.