Jiangcheng funeral home.
It was past twelve o'clock at night, and the two groups of people were still arguing endlessly in the hall. As soon as Song Yuhangfu stepped in, he heard a shrill female voice shouting national curses, mixed with the sound of shoe soles rubbing against the floor and clothes being torn.
Her heart tightened, fearing that Lin Yan would have some conflicts with the family members because of the autopsy, so she quickly trotted in.
Unexpectedly, she was standing intact against the wall, even covering her ears with her hands.
Fang Xin and Duan Cheng were trying to persuade a fight, and the two groups of women who were tearing at each other finally stopped.
One of them was a little older: "I am the grandma of the child, so I should take care of the baby, girl, what do you think?!"
Fang Xin: "... huh?"
"What nonsense are you talking about! My daughter's bones are still lying in there, who knows how she died, is it caused by your family! Yaya is my granddaughter, she must follow me!"
"What did we do? When she married in, we had less food than her clothes. She said she didn't want to live with the old man, and our two elders moved out immediately. She said she didn't want a second child! Speak up Conscience is fine! Who knows which little rascal and bastard your daughter provoked outside, so don't blame us!"
Regardless of the old lady's age, she is not weak in combat power at all, pointing at the other party's nose and cursing.
What's more, there were seven aunts and eight aunts behind them, and Qi Qi rushed forward to fight with each other. It was so lively when you came and I went. During the period, I didn't know who pulled whose hair, and another physical conflict broke out, and the fighting situation further escalated.
Even Duan Cheng had two scratches on his face and was forced to withdraw from the battle.
And the man in the center of the storm sat alone on the bench, his eyes were red, and he hung his head in silence.
He held a three or four-year-old little girl in his arms, and was watching everything happening around him with ignorant eyes.
The corner of Lin Yan's lips curled into a sarcastic smile, watching this farce, he didn't have the slightest intention of trying to persuade the fight.
"Hey, I've been making trouble for a long time, son-in-law, tell me, how did my daughter die..." The middle-aged woman finally broke free from the encirclement, her eyes were red, tears were hanging on her face, she seemed extremely distressed .
"My daughter, whom I have raised for more than twenty years, can't just die in such an unknown way. Your family must give me an explanation!"
"Confession? What explanation do you want? We didn't kill people, didn't we, Comrade Police?"
Fang Xin was perfunctory, afraid that if he said something wrong, he would be slapped on his face.
"I don't care! Give me back my daughter. My Ding family has only this one daughter. It will never be seen again! Old Ding, I am sorry for your spirit in heaven! Daughter, you are so wronged for your death!"
The woman started howling loudly again, pounced and tore the man who was sitting on the chair in a daze.
When the male mother saw her son beating her son, she was even more unhappy. She hugged her legs and pulled her hair, and jumped out of all dirty words.
"Stop talking about our family! Your family is in bad luck! My father-in-law died early, and I didn't want to when we got married! Who made my son blind and like her! After a few years of marriage, I can't give birth to a boy, and I can't lay eggs. The hen! Dead good dead clean!"
"I'm fucking your mother..." There was another burst of unspeakable obscenities mixed with punches and kicks.
Lin Yan even laughed.
Song Yuhang shook his head, ready to walk over to fight.
The man stood up from the chair with a jerk, clenched his fists and shouted: "Stop arguing!!!"
There was a moment of silence in the scene. After recovering, the family members of the deceased cried terribly, rushed up and beat him even more fiercely: "You still dare to yell at me?! You still dare to yell at me! Pay for my daughter's life! Pay for my life!"
During the pull, the little girl sitting on the bench fell to the ground, and no one cared about her. The little girl opened her mouth and watched blankly as her grandma pushed her grandma, and her grandma slapped her father again. hand.
Unable to bear it any longer, he burst into tears.
"Dad, Dad, I want Mom, I want to go home..." She stumbled up and wanted to hug Dad's leg.
But the man was pushed by someone, and he staggered. Seeing that he was about to step on the little girl's hand, Song Yuhang picked him up.
"If you quarrel again, I will go back to the police station to quarrel with you! One person and one police detainee can't escape!"
The mother of the deceased wanted to say something more, but after looking at the two stripes on the epaulettes of her uniform and the crying child in her arms, she finally endured it.
That's when I started crying silently.
The next step is to follow the procedure.
The family members of the deceased went in one by one to see the deceased for the last time. When they came out, the mother of the deceased was almost limp on the ground, and was helped out by several policemen.
Considering the physical condition of the older family members, Song Yuhang asked someone to send them home after a rough understanding of the situation, leaving only the husband of the deceased to go to the bureau to take notes.
"According to Article 131 of the Criminal Procedure Law, we have decided to judicially dissect your wife's body, please sign here"
A "Notice of Autopsy of the Remains" was slowly pushed over on the table.
Sitting opposite Lin Yan, she straightened her back and looked at this short, taciturn man.
"You want to find out the truth, right? You don't want your wife's death to be unknown, do you? Hurry up and sign the autopsy. The sooner the autopsy is done, the closer you will be to the truth."
Over time, some features on the body will gradually disappear, which is why she can't wait to do the autopsy.
The man's child followed his father to the police station because he kept crying and couldn't be coaxed by anyone. Song Yuhang had just put him to sleep, and he came out from the duty room next door and opened the door. A look of approval.
Lin Yan opened his mouth, silently: Am I wrong
Song Yuhang: You can be more tactful.
Duan Cheng poked Zheng Chengrui: "Hey, what are they talking about?"
The IT straight man raised his head from the computer: "Who? Who spoke?"
Duan Cheng: "..."
No one spoke, it was all about eye contact.
Song Yuhang coughed lightly: "That's it, we will record and video the whole anatomy process, and you can also be there according to the regulations..."
What
Lin Yan glanced over, she was not in the habit of letting irrelevant people watch her dissection process.
The man moved his lips when he heard this, his voice was hoarse, and his face was full of depression: "No... no..."
Just after uttering two words, my eyes were red again: "Comrade police, I'm counting on you."
He pulled out the paper, opened the cap of the pen, and wrote his name stroke by stroke, wiping away tears while writing.
Lin Yan stretched and got up, took this piece of paper and changed his clothes to prepare for the autopsy.
The forensic anatomy room was well lit, and the ventilation fan started working.
Lin Yan was wearing a white protective suit, fully armed from head to toe, and took the scalpel from the tray with no expression on his face.
There are not many opportunities for Duan Cheng to go to the dissecting table, and he was eager to try, so he also touched a scalpel in his hand: "I will help you, and leave the small things like skin and bone to me."
"What are you doing?" Just as he was about to row down, Lin Yan grabbed his hand with a cold tone.
"My anatomy table can't be intervened by others, and I'm carrying the machine video at the same time"
"Oh..." Duan Cheng reluctantly put down the scalpel and walked aside to silently pick up the camera.
"Forest… "
He just wanted to make a sound but saw her put the scalpel vertically in front of her chest, bowed her head slightly, as a silent mourning.
"The deceased Ding Xue, at 0:45 p.m. on May 17, 2008, the first autopsy begins now"
That was the first time he saw a pious expression on Forensic Lin's face.
Unlike a doctor performing an operation, the dissecting table is bloody and wide open.
Lin Yan's hands were steady, and after wiping off the oozing blood with gauze, he picked up the elbow tissue from the tray without looking at it, and separated the muscles. Cut parallel to the ribs, it is very clean.
Several helping forensic doctors looked at her with serious eyes.
"Bone rongeur"
Not empty-handed, she asked for equipment.
A forensic doctor hurriedly handed it to her.
When cutting off the deceased's ribs, Lin Yan slightly raised his toes, only to hear a few "clicks".
She placed the blood-stained instrument on a sterile cloth.
"Come, help, take the bone"
Ribs were taken out of the chest cavity and weighed on scales.
The flashes kept flashing, Duan Cheng was taking pictures, and Lin Yan said that the police officer responsible for recording the data kept writing on the whiteboard.
The opened chest cavity was visible to the naked eye, and the lungs were swollen. Lin Yan felt a depression when he pressed his fingertips lightly, and carefully peeled off with a pair of straight-tipped tissue scissors.
The swollen lungs were eventually removed, weighing about twice as much as normal lungs.
In the airtight environment, even if the air conditioner was turned on very low, the protective clothing that weighed tens of kilograms still made the whole body smelly and sweaty, and the strong corpse smell became stronger the moment all the organs were taken out.
The smell of rotten eggs, rotten meat, stinky tofu and cesspit that has been fermented for half a month is not so disgusting.
Not only is it disgusting, it's also irritating to the eyes.
There was a sting when the pungent smell rushed into his eyes, and he couldn't help rubbing the clean part above his shoulders until his eyes were red.
Coupled with the fact that you always have to be very close to the corpse when taking pictures, and the visual stimulation plus sensory stimulation, Duan Cheng couldn't help retching.
Lin Yan didn't raise his head, and took a visceral knife to slice off the lung tissue: "Get out and vomit, don't pollute the environment"
A large amount of bloody foamy liquid flowed out from the cut lung tissue, Duan Cheng couldn't hold it anymore, threw the machine and ran out retching.
Lin Yan said the results of the autopsy with a normal expression: "water emphysema"
She watched the police officer in charge of recording write down on the whiteboard, and when she turned her eyes back to the face of the deceased, she frowned slightly.
Water emphysema is a life reaction, in other words, it is drowning before death, not throwing the body into the water after death.
Did he really commit suicide in a plastic bag as the policeman said
She shook her head slightly, denying the idea.
Song Yuhang's transcript was also half completed.
The man's name is Sun Xiangming, 32 years old, an employee of a local bank. He had been married to the deceased Ding Xue for seven years and had a daughter.
The deceased was 30 years old, an ordinary teacher and staff member of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School. Sun Xiangming found a photo from his mobile phone and pushed it in front of her with tears in his eyes.
"This... is my wife" The woman in the photo has an ordinary appearance, wearing a simple and elegant plaid sweater, she looks like a very gentle and intellectual woman.
"We've been married for nearly ten years, we rarely quarrel, and we haven't heard her speak loudly to anyone, and I haven't had any grudges with relatives or friends. I can't figure out... who will harm her..."
Song Yuhang avoided the topic: "Tell me about the day your wife disappeared."
Sun Xiangming thought for a while and recalled the situation that day.
"Nothing unusual, she made breakfast in the morning, and after I finished eating, I sent Yaya to the kindergarten, and she was going to work too"
"Who usually sends the children?"
"I, it's always been me. She is leading the senior year of senior high school and is relatively busy."
Song Yuhang signaled the police officers who were watching to write this down.
"Do you remember what you had for breakfast?"
Sun Xiangming frowned and thought for a while: "It seems like millet porridge, steamed buns or something..."
"When did you find out that the person was missing?"
"Evening, evening" When he mentioned his wife's disappearance, he became obviously agitated.
Song Yuhang's eyes seemed gentle and calm, but they firmly locked on his micro-expressions and small movements.
"Talk about the specific situation"
"After dinner at night, I was doing the dishes and she said she was going out"
Song Yuhang interrupted him: "About what time?"
"I don't remember, it must be eight or nine o'clock."
"What are you doing out so late?"
"She said that something happened in the school, some children got into a fight, and she rushed over to deal with it"
"And then never came back?"
"Yes" Sun Xiangming licked his lips, obviously choked up when he said this, lowered his head slightly, and the criminal investigators on the side handed over the tissue.
"I waited until after ten o'clock and she didn't come back, so I called her"
"Are you connected?"
"No"
Song Yuhang raised his eyebrows slightly.
"But after she hung up, she sent me a text message, telling me not to worry about sleeping with Yaya first."
"Where is the text message, let us see it"
Sun Xiangming quickly took out the phone and showed them the communication records.
"Xiang Ming, I might not be able to come back until later, you go to bed first, don't wait for me"
An ordinary request may be the last words of this female teacher in this world.
"Sorry, according to regulations, we have to temporarily detain your mobile phone for detailed inspection"
The man smiled wryly, and the successive blows made him look haggard: "I know, I'm also listed as a suspect now."
Song Yuhang did not answer, it was indeed the case, the police would not let anyone who might commit a crime be spared, especially close relatives are often the first choice for investigation.
"And then, you didn't call to ask again?" another investigator asked.
Speaking of this, the man's face was filled with pain: "No... yes... it's my fault... If I call her again or go out to find her, maybe... I won't..."
"At that time, what were you doing?"
Sun Xiangming grabbed his hair, with shame and annoyance on his face: "I... I'm tired after working all day... I have to accompany my daughter... The leader has temporarily arranged work... I'm working overtime at home..."
The investigator stopped him from wanting to hurt himself: "This is the end of the matter, and we will definitely catch the murderer."
Sun Xiangming waited for a while before continuing: "It wasn't until the school called the next morning that she didn't come to work that I realized something might have happened, and I called the police right away..."
Later, he was listed as a missing person by the police, and the DNA of close relatives was collected until the body was found in Lianchi Park three days later.
"She's gone, how can I live with my child..." The man covered his face with his hands, barely restraining himself from sobbing in front of the police.
Song Yuhang pulled a tissue to him: "Sorrow"
"Thank you." The man took it and wiped away his tears: "Please catch the murderer and give my wife justice."
Song Yuhang nodded, and took out an evidence bag from his pocket: "Look at this, is it your wife's?"
It was the ring she had dug out of the muck.
As soon as the man saw this, his eyes lit up: "Yes...it belongs to my wife...this is our wedding ring...she never leaves..."
He subconsciously wanted to touch it, but Song Yuhang took it back: "I'm sorry, but I can't return it to you now. When the case is closed, all your wife's belongings will be returned to their original owners."
She deliberately "bitten" the word relic, but the man didn't show any special expression fluctuations. His eyes were blank and he nodded blankly, perfectly cooperating with the police's inquiry.
She has seen too many people who lost their loved ones overnight, and Sun Xiangming behaved very normally.
At least for now.
It was just dawn, and the criminal investigators who stayed up all night watching the surveillance could no longer hold back and lay down on the table to take a nap.
There was snoring in the office.
Song Yuhang opened a box of instant noodles and sat on the table facing the whiteboard, on which were the clues she had just sorted out.
With the deceased Ding Xue as the core, several arrows radiated in all directions.
Killing for love, killing for money, killing for vendetta
So far, Sun Xiangming has behaved normally, but the suspicion cannot be ruled out, and further investigation is needed.
The murder of money is by far the most likely possibility. This kind of murderer will most likely go to the second-hand market after taking the money, and further investigation is needed.
For vendettas, most of the deliberate revengers commit cruel crimes, Ding Xue is an exception, not only has no signs of being attacked by external forces, but also has no signs of being sexually assaulted.
If this article is in doubt, it is necessary to visit the deceased's interpersonal relationship.
By the way, the autopsy, maybe there will be new clues from Lin Yan.
Song Yuhang finished eating the instant noodles in two or three bites, and planned to go to the technical detective to have a look.