The Monster I Was Redeemed

Chapter 33 Doubt

After all, Han Wenshan is an old forensic doctor who has practiced for many years.

There are some things that can't be found without careful inspection by machines.

But some people who have been in this industry for a long time can tell at a glance based on experience whether there is any problem with the corpse.

He can detect what the machine can't detect with the naked eye.

This is the same as those master-level appraisers.

Don't you believe it.

Suppose you are terminally ill.

The personal physician of the head of state can tell at a glance how long you have left to live, a few months left.

So powerful that you just want to explain it with metaphysics.

The pathology report hasn't come out yet.

Han Wenshan had already written an autopsy report in advance.

After the pathology report comes out, take a look to confirm.

Then he will file this, pre-prepared autopsy report.

You say it's not rigorous.

What if something goes wrong?

Of course it is a rewrite, otherwise why wait for the pathology report to come out, take a look at it before submitting it?

If there is no problem, it will be submitted, and if it is wrong, it will be corrected.

A wise man will make a mistake even if he worries a lot.

It's not a report that you know is wrong, but you still have to hand it in, so there's nothing to argue about.

It is impossible for a person not to make mistakes all his life, and he thinks it is shameful to make mistakes, simply because you save face.

There is no shame in making mistakes, it is shameful to be ashamed to admit after making mistakes, and it is shameful not to dare to admit them.

When Xu Cheng left the dissection room, the first thing he did was to take a shower.

Han Wenshan returned to the office, notified Shi Hongfang of the progress of the autopsy, and handed him the preliminary autopsy report.

The role of forensic medicine in actual cases is mainly to find out the cause of death and assist in confirming the chain of evidence.

The specific investigation still depends on the people of the criminal police team.

Each profession has its own functions. Under normal circumstances, basically no one will act beyond their authority.

But that doesn't mean forensic science isn't important.

If you want to get rid of the crime or reduce your sentence for murder, the quickest way is to find a forensic doctor to revise the death report.

For example, hitting the victim's head with a blunt instrument, resulting in the death of the victim.

If the forensic doctor damages the brain stem to death, it is changed to blunt instrument beating to cause disease and sudden death.

This can change the charge from intentional homicide to manslaughter in an instant.

The defense pressure will be much lower, and the sentencing is not at the same level.

So the Ministry of Internal Affairs is a regular visitor to the forensic department.

Basically, whenever there is a controversial judgment, people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs will come and visit.

Just like the check-in location of the scenic spot.

Han Wenshan came to the desk and made himself a pot of tea.

As soon as the tea was brewed, Shi Hongfang rushed in hastily.

Han Wenshan greeted: "Here you come? Sit down and have a sip of tea first."

"Mr. Han, this matter..."

"This autopsy report was written by me based on my experience. Before the pathological test is detected, I can't show it to anyone in theory. After all, I am responsible for it."

Han Wenshan found an excuse casually and rejected Shi Hongfang.

The handwritten report was placed on the desk in front of Shi Hongfang.

But he didn't dare to reach out for it without permission.

"Mr. Han, I believe in your experience, and I will take responsibility for any problems."

On the surface, Shi Hongfang still looked calm and composed.

But the slightly urgent tone reflected that his heart was not at peace.

After seeing the wound on the neck of the deceased, Shi Hongfang's mind was full of the figure of the hermit, and he focused on the case.

How can I drink tea here.

If it were another forensic doctor, such as Xu Cheng, he would have asked for the report directly, and would not say polite nonsense at all.

Unfortunately, the person sitting in front of him was Han Wenshan.

A character whose own father wants to sell face.

The reason why Shi Hongfang was able to hang on in the criminal police team was because Han Wenshan endorsed him and withstood the pressure from his family.

Otherwise, his father and elder brother have plenty of ways to get him away from the criminal police team.

"What can you bear? The autopsy report was taken from me, and it's useless if you want to bear it."

Han Wenshan took out the tea set and poured a cup of tea, and brought it to Shi Hong: "Don't be impatient, even if you get the report, you may not find the clue immediately."

Shi Hongfang didn't touch the tea in front of him, his eyes were fixed on the handwritten report on the table.

Han Wenshan couldn't help shaking his head when he saw this bewildered look.

He returned to his desk, pressed the report down in the pen holder, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Then he said to himself: "The people sitting next to me have changed wave after wave, and I can't remember which number you are.

I offered them tea, some refused, some accepted, some took it but didn't drink it, and some drank it but didn't taste anything.

But in the end, they all left, and the only one left here is me and a pot of tea that I don’t know how long it will be hot. "

Shi Hongfang looked away from the report and turned to Han Wenshan.

"No matter what you want to do, I hope you will think about the consequences before doing it."

Han Wenshan took a sip of tea, and said meaningfully.

Shi Hongfang paused for a while: "...I know."

Han Wenshan stopped persuading, removed the pen holder, and pushed the report to Shi Hongfang.

Looking at the familiar font on the handwritten report, Shi Hongfang frowned: "Today's autopsy, you are not the surgeon?"

He deliberately called Han Wenshan back who was still on vacation, just to let the old forensic doctor come out with an accurate report as quickly as possible.

To be honest, Shi Hongfang was a little disappointed.

It's not that other forensic doctors are not capable. Most of the forensic doctors who can be responsible for criminal anatomy are capable people.

But Shi Hongfang is still more willing to believe that Han Wenshan is a human flesh scanner.

"Xiao Xu is in charge of the chief surgeon, and I will record by the side. In essence, it is no different from my chief surgeon. Or do you plan to let Xiao Xu be an assistant for the rest of your life?"

Shi Hongfang quickly explained: "No, it's just that this case is serious..."

"Then let me ask you, which of the cases taken over by the criminal police team is not important?"

Han Wenshan slammed his teacup on the table: "Because the deceased involved a hermit this time, he is important, and the other victims are irrelevant?"

Hearing the warning in Han Wenshan's words, Shi Hongfang immediately shut his mouth.

This was obviously hitting him.

I am afraid that what I have done recently has not escaped Han Wenshan's eyes.

Shi Hongfang was like a top student who was called into the office by the teacher in charge, holding the report tightly in his hand without saying a word.

Fortunately, it seems that Han Wenshan really only gave a verbal warning.

He picked up his teacup again, and said to Shi Hongfang: "No matter what you want to do, at least you have to correct your attitude.

No one is born noble enough to think he can decide the fate of other people at will, I hope you will remember this sentence. "

Shi Hongfang did not make any explanation.

At this moment, his phone vibrated suddenly.

It was Tian Hao who sent Jin Ping'an's profile portrait.

It also explained in a postscript that the warehouse where the deceased was found was not actually the scene of the first crime.

Holding the autopsy report, Shi Hongfang bowed slightly towards Han Wenshan.

Then he left the office.

As for the hot tea on the table, he didn't take a sip.

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"Are you sure this is not the scene of the first crime?"

Tian Hao looked at Jin Ping'an, who was writing hard, and asked.

Regardless of the amount of bleeding on the ground, or the shape of the blood splatter, including the integrity of the blood scab, no matter how you look at it, the deceased was killed here.

"It's true that the place of death is here, but he was forcibly tied here while he was alive."

Jin Ping'an was also frantically waving pencils on his special drawing board.

Another two minutes later, a portrait was freshly released.

Jin Ping'an turned over the drawing board: "This guy is a murderer!"

Tian Hao lifted his spirits and immediately took the drawing board.

A guy wearing a black mask, a black hooded windbreaker, black trousers, and black tactical boots, with only a pair of eyes exposed, jumped out of the paper.

"What did you draw?" Tian Hao complained subconsciously.

The man in the painting is black all over and has a well-proportioned body.

Without architectural comparison, even height cannot be confirmed.

To be able to find someone through such a painting is really a ghost.

"Don't worry, he is not the only one at the scene, besides the deceased, there are two other people!"

Jin Ping'an tore off the drawing paper, took back the drawing board and continued to brush: "I will draw the other two first, and then draw a panoramic picture of the murder scene."

Tian Hao is actually very similar to complaining, you just draw a panorama, and if you draw everyone, it will be over.

But thinking that having a specific portrait would make it easier to find someone, he didn't stop Jin Ping'an.

Anyway, with his drawing speed, the sum of these paintings will not exceed fifteen minutes.

This is still under the condition of perfectly restoring all the details of the scene before the death of the deceased.

Light painting portraits will only be faster.

Soon, the second painting came out.

Tian Hao took the drawing paper, and this time the person on the drawing turned into a young girl.

Sailor suit, small leather shoes, shoulder-length short hair.

These are very distinctive features, you can ask them if anyone has seen similar characters nearby.

People who are particularly good-looking or particularly ugly will leave a strong impression on others.

It is far more convenient to find than those popular faces.

Not long after, the third painting came out.

Apart from the conspicuous mustache, this man looked very ordinary.

"It should be a fake beard."

With years of experience, Tian Hao saw through Moose's cross-dressing at a glance.

For the rest of the panorama, it will take some time.

Taking advantage of Jin Ping'an's drawing skills, Tian Hao took photos of these three portraits and sent them to Shi Hongfang.

Anyway, after knowing the image of the prisoner.

The first thing the police have to do is to check the surveillance, look through the files, and compare the information database.

See if these people have any criminal records.

"Old Tian, that guy wrapped in a black windbreaker is the hermit?"

Jin Ping'an asked while drawing.

All the scenes that have been recalled will be firmly engraved in his mind.

For example, the shape of every drop of blood at the scene, the number of thread ends on the clothes, which hair is yellow and which hair is white, Jin Ping'an can remember clearly.

Just like a burner imprints information on a disc, unless the disc itself is violently destroyed, the information will always exist.

Therefore, Jin Ping'an is not worried at all. Drawing while chatting will be distracting, causing some details to be missed.

"You haven't written your horoscope yet, you can't dress like a hermit, so just treat people like a hermit."

Tian Hao put a cigarette in his mouth, but didn't light it: "If you don't have anything to do in the team, read the files more. There are many homicide cases."

Jin Ping'an shook his sore arm: "Then you said something serious on the phone before, and you look like a hermit who has come out of the rivers and lakes again."

"This is called a bold assumption, be careful to verify it."

Tian Hao clenched his cigarette butt: "I hope this case is just a simple imitation case."

"The results of it?"

"We'll wait until we find out the identities of the other two."

Tian Hao came behind Jin Ping'an and watched the scene of the warehouse slowly appearing on the drawing paper: "There are too many suspicious points in this case, so many that it seems to be provoking the police."

"Doubt?" Jin Ping'an's brush paused.

"After a preliminary investigation, the deceased was not a worker who lived nearby. If you want to kill him, there is no need to choose this kind of place. The body will definitely be found."

Tian Hao pointed to the group of three people that had been drawn: "First of all, among the three people, only this one covered his whole body tightly, and the other two didn't make any disguise.

Even if there is no surveillance nearby, wearing a mask is not too troublesome, and there is room for maneuver in case they are photographed, but they did not do so.

Secondly, the more people there are, the easier it is to attract attention. Just killing one person, there is no need for three people to be together.

If it is said that all three of them had vendetta against the deceased, that would not explain why the deceased had only one fatal wound.

There is also the attire of the perpetrator, as if deliberately leading the police to think about the hermit. "

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