Chapter 132 - 132 129 Speaking for the Injured

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132: Chapter 129: Speaking for the Injured 132: Chapter 129: Speaking for the Injured The victim’s husband, sensing that Wu Jun and Jiang Yuan seemed disbelieving, spoke softly to explain, “I just blocked once, the injury wasn’t serious. That person turned around and ran away immediately.” To block once would result in a cast-off pattern; to block several times would result in several patterns, unless there was no injury at all. Wu Jun and Jiang Yuan smiled even more oddly. This indicated that the man before them didn’t understand Bloodstain Analysis at all. As everyone knows, cast-off patterns are very easy to identify. If you want to simulate it, just take a cup of blood... if not available, urine can also be used as a substitute. Fill a large cup and splash it against a white wall, and the bloodstain or the yellow urine stain that appears will resemble a cast-off pattern. Of course, if you just want to take a quick look, water can also be used as a substitute. And the man before them was obviously lying through his teeth. The spot he pointed to did have blood, but it didn’t look like a cast-off bloodstain at all – his claim was punctured right there and then. You don’t know Bloodstain Analysis, yet you dare to commit assault? The development of the modern criminal investigation field has long raised the threshold for violent crimes. If you run away immediately after the assault, it might take the police some time to zero in on a suspect. But to return to the crime scene, especially assuming the identity of an eyewitness, without even a basic understanding of Bloodstain Analysis, how could you possibly weave a convincing lie? Wu Jun lifted his chin and gestured to the two detectives behind him. The detectives at the scene were sharper than dogs; with a wrinkle of the nose and a furtive glance at each other’s positioning, they moved forward in unison two steps and immediately seized the man’s arms. “Don’t move, okay?” While the older police officer spoke, the younger one quickly clasped the handcuffs onto him. The cold handcuffs, slightly heavy, felt as if one was being forced to grip a handle. The victim’s husband’s face turned sauce red instantly. “I really just... I only blocked the knife. Why are you arresting me?” The victim’s husband struggled nervously a couple of times, wanting to yell for help but not daring to do so. The rural areas of the Beining Platform, including Jiang Village, value unity. In these villages, just calling out once would usually bring someone jumping to help. But the man hesitated, sticking to his own defense, “If you don’t believe me, you can find a sketch artist. I can describe what that person looked like to you.” Wu Jun naturally wouldn’t follow his train of thought and instead asked about the weapon, “The person you mentioned, did he run with the firewood knife in hand, or did he discard it before running?” The man pondered for a moment and said, “He ran with the firewood knife in his hand.” “What route did he take to run away? From where to where? Point it out, please.” The man then randomly drew a route in the yard. Jiang Yuan stepped forward to inspect and found it to be wrong. The route you describe doesn’t have any bloodstain evidence from the weapon being carried. Of course, the perpetrator could have wiped the blood off the blade. But what to use to wipe it? Using one’s own clothes would obviously be foolish, and hand tissues you carry are probably not sufficient. Moreover, where would you dispose of the used tissues? Carrying them around would be another hassle. If you really need to wipe the blood from the knife, a more appropriate method would be to use your own underwear, wipe it off, then put your underwear back on. Not only does it not hinder movement, but it also won’t attract attention on the road. But even if that was the case, you would still need a place to change your clothes and underwear. Wu Jun waved his hand dismissively, “Nothing but lies, take him away.” “I didn’t lie, I swear I didn’t!” The man then shouted at the top of his lungs. The villagers, who had already gathered nearby, slowly closed in. The detectives, holding the suspect and concerned about the possibility of a struggle, wisely stopped in their tracks. Wu Jun declared loudly, “Based on our preliminary investigation, we currently believe that Liu Xiuying was assaulted by her husband. We have also collected DNA evidence. After returning to the police station, we will provide further conclusions based on the evidence.” The villagers were curious, standing still and silent, simply watching the scenario between the men and the detectives unfold. With the support received, the suspect stood much firmer, shouting again, “I didn’t lie, you’ve got the wrong person.” “Police can actually discern a lot from the bloodstains,” Jiang Yuan said as he turned and entered the yard, ready to give the villagers a discourse on the law. He was all too familiar with the villages and villagers of the Beining Platform. Each village here typically had a clan hall, with close-knit social relationships and a tradition of armed conflict. They wouldn’t easily submit even to authoritarian power. On the other hand, the villagers could be both reasonable and unreasonable. To put it precisely, each village had its own set of principles, which wouldn’t necessarily change just because a new law had been enacted outside their community. Jiang Yuan could only leverage their reasonable side. Entering the yard, he stood before a spray-like blood pattern and said, “This is where the incident initially took place. Based on the morphology of the blood, we can deduce that the victim’s arm was positioned here, and the perpetrator held the knife with his right hand...” Jiang Yuan introduced what a spatter bloodstain was as if he were telling a story. Then, he came to the pool of blood, and said softly, “After the victim was chopped, she retreated to this spot. She was in pain, terrified, and as she lost blood, her strength diminished. She probably gave up and sat here, resting her hand on the step. Everyone can see how the blood flowed.” Jiang Yuan looked at the man and said, “At this time, the killer still had a weapon-wielding motion, so here, there are cast-off bloodstains...” He pointed to the wall, which indeed had scattered little tadpoles. Bloodstain tadpoles, at slow speed or high angles, will release many tails. At high speed and small angles, their tails merge into a thick, spindle shape, as well as elongated spindles. All in all, Bloodstain Analysis has been developing since the ’50s, and it was quickly researched extensively. A room full of blood for someone skilled in this field is like countless slow-motion actions, which can lead to many conclusions. Jiang Yuan didn’t mind spending a bit more time to teach the villagers about bloodstain analysis. This was not only about educating the public but also about solving problems. Rather than both sides bringing out a group of people, cursing and yelling at each other for hours before being taken away by the riot police, Jiang Yuan would rather take the time to tell everyone about the crime scene. This was also an indirect way to show Wu Jun and his other colleagues his capabilities in Bloodstain Analysis. After all, it was a skill at the level of LV5, which would certainly be needed in the future. Proving it now could also help with later work. For the villagers, Jiang Yuan’s explanations were one thing, but as time passed, their defiant attitudes naturally tended to soften. Since ancient times, commoners do not fight against officials, and the village at Beining Platform was known for its fierce folk customs, but not for being fearless. Those who should be afraid, were in fact afraid. If it had been a strong confrontation, the surrounding villagers might have held on longer. Now, with a soft introduction, the villagers felt oddly at peace. Eventually, with the villagers watching, Jiang Yuan completed a simple reconstruction of the crime scene—it was unnecessary for case analysis, but he did it with ease, and the result pleased everyone. Except for the victim’s husband. As he was led into the police car under the gaze of his fellow villagers, he nearly collapsed. He now knew that, although there was no camera to capture it, it was as if a camera had caught everything. The police had determined that he was the one who had chopped the person, and the victim’s husband couldn’t think of any reasons to overturn the case. Both angry and scared, he said, “My wife said she forgave me. I’ll just treat her better from now on. What right do you have to arrest me? On what grounds do you arrest me?” “Grievous bodily harm incurs criminal responsibility. Whether your wife pursues charges or not, it doesn’t affect the case,” the detective who sat with him said with a disdainful glance. “My wife’s hand is broken, and now I’m being arrested. What about my child? Will you provide for him? Do you care?” The man struggled, his tone full of anger. The detective pressed him down with one hand and shouted even louder, “Your wife’s hand is broken because you chopped it off! You’re going to prison because you chopped off your wife’s hand, aren’t you?” The man’s courage lasted only a moment. After being shouted at by the police, he immediately shrank into a ball. ... Jiang Yuan and Wu Jun each had a cigarette, sitting in a car without air conditioning, finding their Zhonghua cigarettes less enjoyable than usual. What the man said at the end made no sense, but it was indeed a problem. Such bizarre, utterly irrational weirdness. Jiang Yuan considered it an eye-opener. The old forensic doctor, Wu Jun, inhaled Zhonghua smoke, and through the haze, he said, “Although we solved the case, the victim whose hand was chopped off might not be grateful to us afterward. Instead, she might curse us just like that man.” Jiang Yuan nodded somewhat helplessly, having guessed as much from the fact that the victim had not named her assailant. “But what we do is useful. As forensic doctors, we don’t need to indulge in too much human sentiment. To speak for the deceased and the injured, to do our utmost, to do our job well, to reduce wrongful cases in this world, to make sure that the dead die with clarity, and the living live with understanding,” he explained. Jiang Yuan listened to his master’s words, nodded earnestly, and said, “In our first class at The Great Learning, the teacher said that being a forensic doctor is best for becoming open-minded. Accustomed to the cycle of life and death, no problem is too big, and living a good life is better than anything else.” Wu Jun was choked by his own secondhand smoke, coughed a few times, and then continued with praise, “Your Bloodstain Analysis is really good; it’s solid. It shows you listened attentively in class and studied hard. There aren’t many young people like you nowadays. Keep it up, and you will certainly surpass me in the future.” Jiang Yuan silently pulled out another pack of cigarettes and offered it to his master...

Chapter 132 - 132 129 Speaking for the Injured

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