The night in the jungle can be beautiful, but it can also be full of dangers.
Jian Jing occupied the lazy sofa, with her bare feet resting on the dog's back - as the saying goes, you raise a dog for a thousand days and use it in one moment - and watched "Anaconda" while yawning.
Kang Mucheng sat next to her, replying to emails while watching movies with her.
"If you feel sleepy, come back. I'm alone here." Kang Mucheng knew what was going on. He knew that she was worried about something going wrong, so she insisted on staying here to guard her.
But the Paris incident happened a long time ago. How many times can a person encounter similar incidents in his lifetime? I don’t think it’s a surprise.
Although they mostly took the boat today, they also walked for a while. Her mother couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep. Jian Jing planned to wait for the others to come back, which was too tiring.
Kang Mucheng chased him away: "I want to go to bed too, you go back home."
Jian Jing thought about it and asked, "Let the knight accompany you."
"If there really is something going on, wouldn't it find you faster?" he asked back.
This made sense, she accepted it and grabbed the German Shepherd's ear: "Then let's go back to bed."
Knight: “Oh.” The dog has long, lopped ears, and it’s not the owner who pulled it.
"So good." Jian Jing rubbed the dog's head and took it back to the house.
It was already 10pm, more than two hours after Professor Lao and his team left at 7pm. She lowered the gauze curtains and saw that the lights were still on in the room where the reporter and doctor were staying.
I probably thought too much.
That unknown animal might have lost the fight and was injured, so we rushed over to rescue it.
Jian Jing yawned and went to bed.
Knight: “Woo~”
She reluctantly asked, "Where's the towel?"
The knight brought his own Superman-style bath towel.
Jian Jing made the bed beside her and allowed the dog to sleep on it for the night.
Half an hour later, he kicked the dog off the tree.
Knight: “Hmm~”
Jian Jing turned over and pretended not to hear it - there is a big difference between people sleeping next to each other and dogs sleeping next to each other.
At eleven o'clock, when she was just beginning to feel sleepy, the knight suddenly sat up, laid down beside her bed, and nuzzled her hand.
Jian Jing suddenly woke up.
The knight never dared to disturb her sleep, and when he was hungry he would just lie outside the door and wait. Now that she suddenly woke him up, he would definitely come out to eat.
She listened attentively.
There were hurried footsteps in the distance, and soon after, Fina came running over crying and shouting, "Doctor Charlie!"
Over there, Dr. Charlie rushed out in his coat: "What happened?"
"My dad..." Fina burst into tears, "Look at my dad."
Jian Jing also followed and saw a bloody corpse on Chen's back. She was sweating profusely and said, "Help me."
Charlie hurriedly checked the situation, but he immediately determined the result: "Sorry." He said with difficulty, "The professor is dead."
"Oh god." Fina fell to her knees, covering her face and crying.
[System: New task has been released]
[Mission Name: Murder in the Jungle]
[Description: In the primitive jungle hundreds of millions of years ago, humans and wild animals and plants shared the same land. The scorching sun, lakes, woods, hunting, and bloody murderous intentions quietly emerged. Please check the truth and defend the dignity of life.]
[Task rewards and penalties: Determined based on task completion]
Haven't seen a new mission in a long time.
Jian Jing perked up and asked, "What happened? How did the person die?" Without waiting for their answers, the blood on the body told them everything, so the third question became, "Who fired the gun?"
Fina shook her head and cried, "I don't know, God, I thought it was Dad who shot someone else, why was it him?"
She was emotionally broken and had no intention of answering calmly, so Jian Jing had no choice but to look at Lao Xi.
"I don't know either." Her face was also very pale. "We didn't find the person who fired the shot, so he ran away."
Jian Jing frowned: "Who is it? Should we call the police?"
Chen shook his head. “I don’t know if it’s poachers or smugglers. I’ll call and ask.”
"Send her back to her room first." Jian Jing said, "Let me check her."
Lao asked in surprise: "Check what?"
"I want to find out the cause of his death, which will help us understand how many people were there and what guns they had."
The reason was reasonable, but Lao knew that Jian Jing was just a writer, so he could not help but euphemistically say: "For this job, Dr. Cha is more suitable."
"We can do it together." Jian Jing turned to ask Dr. Cha, "What do you think?"
Doctor Cha has no opinion.
The body was temporarily sent to the infirmary and placed on the only bed.
The infirmary didn't have much equipment, but it had all the basics, so Jian Jing didn't have to look through her makeup bag. She put on rubber gloves, turned on voice input, and began the autopsy.
Cut open the corpse's clothing and observe the body injuries.
"There are three wounds in total, two on the left arm and one on the chest. There are ring-shaped bands on the edge of the skin, annular contusions around the wounds, and some subcutaneous bleeding. There is no smoke halo or particle burns..." She muttered to herself, "This was shot from a long distance."
The distance of the shooting can be judged by the wound marks.
If the gun is fired with the muzzle close to the body, the smoke, gunpowder and metal debris emitted from the barrel will enter under the skin of the wound, causing blackened and charred marks to appear around the wound.
This is called close contact shooting, the distance is 0.
When the muzzle is half in contact with the skin and generally away from it, it is called relative contact shooting. The distribution of smoke and gunpowder particles on the skin is not star-shaped, but elliptical, generally 1-6 cm.
Another way is to shoot at close range. The muzzle does not touch the body surface, but the distance is very close, so the gas and gunpowder particles from the muzzle can adhere to the surface of the skin.
In this case, the bullet compresses and peels the skin, pressing it inward into a funnel shape and rolling the skin edge inward. Then, the bullet enters the skin tissue, and the dirt it carries adheres to the edge of the wound, which is the wiping wheel, and forms a contusion, which is the contusion wheel.
This situation can be divided into 6-30cm for close-range shooting and 30-60cm for medium-range shooting. The specific type can be judged according to the diameter of the soot and the color. I will not go into details for now.
But looking at Professor Lao's wound, there was no smoke halo or particle burns, so the shooting distance was more than 60cm, which is called long-distance shooting.
Jian Jing carefully examined the three wounds on the body.
There were two wounds on the left arm, one rolled inwards and the other turned outwards, and they were almost straight. They should be penetrating gunshot wounds, that is, the bullet directly penetrated the arm.
The fatal wound on the chest was a blind gunshot wound. After the bullet entered the human tissue, it gradually slowed down and finally remained in the body.
Jian Jing dug out the bullet that was stuck in her body.
Measure it, 7.62x39mm.
"What kind of gun generally uses this type of bullet?" Jian Jing asked humbly.
Dr. Cha was the leader from the beginning, but now he is lying down: "I am a doctor, how do I know?"
"Uh, okay, I'll check."
As long as there is internet, this is not a problem.
Jian Jing quickly checked and found that 7.62x39mm bullets are generally used in firearms, and the most common one is the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.
She asked Chen to confirm this.
He told Jian Jing confidently that the most commonly used weapons here are the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle and the Type 97 assault rifle. The Type 97 uses 5.56mm bullets, so if nothing unexpected happens, it will be the Type 56.
Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, made in China, flowed into Southeast Asia in large quantities in the late 19th century. The gun is 1025 mm long, has an effective range of 400 meters, and a magazine capacity of 10 rounds.
Jian Jing asked again: "You said you wanted to call before, did you call? How is the situation?"
Chen replied stiffly: "I have asked the border station and the police station, and they all said that they have not found any suspicious people recently. Only two people escaped during the last operation. One was arrested half a month ago. The other one may still be hiding somewhere. I don't know if it is him."
Jian Jing was silent and thoughtful.
Slowly, her eyes moved to the cabinet next to her, where Chen had casually placed a gun.
Type 56.
She said, "If you don't mind, would you mind telling me again what happened tonight?"
Chen agreed, and simply recounted it in English: "We entered the forest and followed the GPS navigation. Halfway through, the signal was cut off, but we split up and searched nearby. After a while, I heard gunshots. I went over to check and found that the professor was dead."
Jian Jing: "...would you like to be more specific?"
"Let me tell you." Fina walked into the room, her eyes red like a rabbit, "During dinner, my father suddenly said that there was a problem on the 21st..."
Jian Jing interrupted her: "What is number 21?"
"It's a serial number." Fina hesitated, and then, perhaps thinking there was nothing to hide, told her, "pseudoryx nghetinhensis, um, let me think about the Chinese translation, 鰈, Central and South gazelle."
Jian Jing started searching immediately.
The South Central Gazelle, also known as the Wuguangniu, is a critically endangered species, precious and rare. Since it was discovered in 1992, it has only appeared a few times.
No wonder we were so nervous at that time.
Fina said: "No. 21 is very precious. Three years ago, my father cooperated with the local government and hired a professional hunter to find No. 21. He was finally caught and put on a location device. We have never publicized this thing, for fear that people would know and come to poach it.
"At about seven o'clock today, my father found that the GPS of No. 21 had been motionless for a long time. He was afraid that it had fallen into a trap or got stuck somewhere, so he started looking for it anxiously."
"What? Then what?"
"At first, we followed the GPS. We knew the route well and had no problems. But halfway through (Jian Jing: What time was it?), nine o'clock? Sorry, I didn't check the time. The signal disappeared. It was a very bad situation. We didn't know what was going on and we had lost our direction."
Having said this, Fina's tone suddenly became low.
"We were all very nervous, but my father said that it might just be the signal ring that was accidentally damaged, and insisted on going to the original location. But there is no place like that, we only look for this one."
She handed Jian Jing a silver signal ring with a dent on it: "I'm not sure how this thing got damaged, but it's definitely useless."
Jian Jing didn't know much about electronic equipment, so she checked it and put it aside.
"what's next?"
"Father suggested that we split up and gather at Point 3 in an hour," said Fina. "Point 3 is one of the observation points we set up in the forest. Sometimes we observe animals there."
"The body was found here?"
Fina nodded, looking sad: "I heard gunshots and thought it was Dad who found us, but when I rushed over, he had already..."
"How long did it take from the time you separated until the body was discovered?"
Fina hesitated: "40-50 minutes, but definitely less than an hour."
Jian Jing nodded, and asked tentatively, "Come to think of it, you all carry guns, right? What kind of guns?"
Fina was still immersed in grief and did not notice the deeper meaning of her words. She answered her casually: She herself carried a revolver, Professor Lao's was a Type 56, and Lao's was a □□.
Jian Jing said, "I see there's a Type 56 hanging outside."
"The Type 56 is the most common. My father and I both use it. Sometimes we also prepare a spare at the observation point."
"Is there any at point 3?"
Fina thought about it and said unsurely: "Maybe there is."
Jian Jing wanted to go to the crime scene even more.