Police Chen Shu

As soon as Chen Shu judged the murder, the office suddenly fell into silence, except for the sound of Jiang Hai swallowing repeatedly.

Expert Ma Rongcheng shrugged and looked at Chen Shu who was speaking with a slight smile, with an expected expression.

Forensic doctor Old Tang showed no unnecessary changes in his expression. He had obviously discovered the problem raised by Chen Shu a long time ago.

Chen Shu, who was quite confident at first, knew the answer as soon as he saw the reactions of the two veteran drivers. He sighed secretly and silently put his thoughts back without saying anything more.

"Homicide! It's 100% a homicide!" The innocent Jiang Hai's heartbeat accelerated, and his breathing also became rapid. His eyes were staring at the motionless body lying on the operating table, and his expression was as excited as if he had won the Mark Six Lottery.

It was in sharp contrast to the mummy-like appearance before.

Chen Chuan rubbed his hands and felt that his junior brother was really having fun. In just a short while, his mood swings were more intense than the stock market.

However, this made him think of nothing. He simply felt that Jiang Hai was really suitable to be a police officer, at least much more suitable than him.

Backing into the corner, Chen Chuan slowly wondered whether when he was young, he had faced public security work with the same enthusiasm as Jiang Hai.

It seems, not

A little envious

Chen Shu didn't pay too much attention to his old classmate's belittling. At this moment, his eyes were focused on the expert who came to assist from the provincial department, hoping to get answers to his questions. Ma Rongcheng enjoyed this look.

As I get older, there is no room for improvement in my political future, but on the high platform of the provincial government, my skills have finally become valuable.

"Theoretically, there is no problem with your statement." Ma Rongcheng nodded cooperatively, but his expression was a little proud, "However, the answer is wrong. The reason is still the same, because you have observed too few samples. "

Saying "too few samples" is equivalent to giving everyone a gentle blow, making everyone realize that they are still poor students and there is still a lot to learn.

However, compared with the experts from the provincial department, whether it is Chen Shu, who has been the number one case handler in Dongzhou for many years, or Mr. Chen, who is extremely proud, or even the new generation of outstanding students from the police academy, they are all convinced.

Some people even thought that if they returned to the police academy and work unit, they would have a lot to talk about or boast about in the dormitory at night or have a late night snack.

"Officer Chen, the professional term for the situation you are talking about is 'the groove of the hanging rope is not closed'. This is just a type of noose. It is an open noose and is what most people use when hanging. Knotting style.”

It couldn't be suicide again. Listening to Teacher Ma's explanation, although inner knowledge is also extremely important knowledge, for some reason, Jiang Hai began to feel depressed involuntarily.

It's probably because of the many trips up and down the mountain bike that the nervous stress response played a role.

Chen Shu asked seriously: "Expert Ma, do you mean that there are other ways of slinging, which will make the groove of the rope appear closed?"

"Yes." Ma Rongcheng snapped his fingers, took a rope that was missing from the scene, and made a closed deadlock three times, five times and two times. After showing it to everyone, he played a sliding type. Noose, "You see, if the deceased hangs himself with these two locks, it will form a closed style, which means it looks like he was strangled to death. To put it simply, it is the difference between a slip knot and a dead knot."

Hearing this, Old Tang, who had been silent until now, jumped out, pointed at Chen Shu and angrily said: "When I went over to inspect the scene, I found that you had put the body down in advance! At this level, It’s so embarrassing to be a detective!”

Chen Shu felt ashamed and said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I got into trouble."

Seeing this, Old Tang laughed instantly and waved his hand: "It's okay. It's normal for young people to make mistakes."

This sudden change in expression surprised the onlookers, and they thought that they should not do the work of forensic medicine if they can.

Ma Rongcheng also appreciated Chen Shu's modesty and said with a smile: "There are specialties in the profession. Officer Chen, your professional knowledge is much better than that of most police officers. Let's go back to the topic, just focus on the groove marks on the neck of the deceased. , the direction and depth are consistent with the characteristics of suicide."

Chen Shu took a few steps closer to look at the face of the deceased, then raised the hands of the corpse with his hands covered with rubber gloves to observe for a moment, and murmured: "I doubt that at such a young age, the deceased was still a pampered woman. How does she know these intricate knotting techniques?”

"So, is it a murder case?" Jiang Hai suddenly felt tired.

"However." Ma Rongcheng smiled mysteriously and paused deliberately, "It is not enough to judge only from the traces of the rope ditch. It must also be combined with the environmental factors at the scene, such as whether there are other scars on the body surface, whether there are foreign objects between the nails, and the toes of the deceased. The distance from the ground, whether the rope knot used for hanging is professional, and whether there are other footprints on the scene."

Fingernail gaps and other footprints.

Chen Shu was keenly aware of the emphasis in Ma Rongcheng's words. He eliminated the negative items that he could confirm, leaving the doubtful ones, and his brain began to activate rapidly.

"Teacher Ma! Isn't this suicide?" Jiang Hai also noticed Ma Rongcheng's unusual smile, stood up suddenly, and asked with wide eyes.

Ma Rongcheng smiled and couldn't bear to break the trainee police officer's expectations: "The strangulation marks on the deceased's neck look like what Officer Chen said, but they are actually..."

As he spoke, Ma Rongcheng stretched out his hand to lift the corpse's chin up, but it was too hard to move. He smiled awkwardly and continued: "Actually, the strangulation marks on the neck of the corpse are consistent with the marks left by voluntary hanging. The reason why you made a mistake in judgment is because you have seen too few cases."

Everyone squinted their eyes to study, but they still couldn't see the ugly Yin Mao.

"Why"

A faint and helpless sigh once again echoed in the forensic room.

Jiang Hai, a trainee police officer who had always longed for a police career, wondered if he had been traumatized today.

The autopsy was put aside for the time being. Forensic doctor Tang said hello to everyone, then turned around and went to the ice library next door to pick up other corpses involved in the case and manipulate them.

Chen Chuan looked over Old Tang's shoulder and looked at the large double-open iron gate not far away, and sighed: "Tsk tsk, it's worthy of being a provincial capital city, and every unit can have an icehouse. It's not like us, who have to Sending it to a funeral home is unlucky. Haha, but having said that, the corpse and the leader are both in the same office building, so there is no chance of being lazy."

The yellow-haired face twitched, and he slapped his back, which was a little sore from standing for a long time, and said with lingering fear: "Old Tang's job is not something people can do. It is basically a common thing to stand for several hours.

"I remember that three people who drowned in the factory suddenly came last night. Our case handler could still find time to squint a few times, but he stayed up all night. If it were me, I would definitely not choose the job of a forensic doctor. I would not be able to sleep in the middle of the night. He said, he had to squeeze in with a bunch of corpses, it makes me feel chilly just thinking about it."

Unlike the police who interrogate criminal suspects in two ways, generally speaking, forensic doctors who have scarce resources perform autopsies and are accompanied by a few cold "victims", which is really disturbing.

A few years ago, I could use the excuse that I needed someone to help film the anatomy process, and asked the leader to ask a few people to come over and help.

Nowadays, with several 360-degree high-definition cameras placed in the room, people can no longer scream.

After chatting about the case for a while, Chen Shu arranged for Huang Mao to go back and check the video surveillance and big data of the day the victim was killed, trying to get the victim's movement track that night.

After all, there is a drunken plot, and it is impossible to get yourself drunk alone at night, and you are still a young woman.

There is still some doubt about this plot. (End of chapter)