After all, Han Wenshan is an old forensic doctor who has been practicing for many years.
There are some things that cannot be discovered at all without detailed inspection using a machine.
But some people who have been in this business for a long time can tell at a glance whether there is anything wrong with the corpse based on experience.
He could detect it with his naked eyes even if the machine didn't detect it.
This is the same as those expert-level appraisers.
Don't believe it yet.
Suppose you have a terminal illness.
The personal physician of the head of state can tell you how long you have to live and how many months you have left with one glance.
It’s so awesome that you just want to use metaphysics to explain it.
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 at it to confirm.
Then he will file the autopsy report prepared in advance.
You say this is not rigorous.
What if something goes wrong?
Of course, we have to rewrite it. Otherwise, why should we wait for the pathology report to come out, take a look at it, and then hand it in?
If there is no problem, submit it; if it is wrong, correct it.
A wise man will always make a mistake after thinking a lot.
It's not like you still turned in a report that you knew was wrong, so there's nothing to argue about.
It is impossible for a person to make no mistakes in his life. It is shameful to make mistakes simply because you are good-looking.
It is not shameful to make mistakes, but it is shameful to be ashamed to admit them after making them, and to be afraid to admit them.
When Xu Cheng left the anatomy room, the first thing he did was to take a shower.
Han Wenshan returned to the office, informed Shi Hongfang of the autopsy progress, and then handed him the preliminary autopsy report.
The role of forensic medicine in actual cases is mainly to identify 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, almost no one will act beyond their authority.
But this does not mean that forensic medicine is unimportant.
If you want to get rid of the crime or reduce the sentence of murder, the quickest way is to ask the medical examiner to modify the death report.
For example, hitting the victim on the head with a blunt instrument, causing death.
If the forensic doctor concludes that brainstem damage caused death, blunt force blows may cause disease and lead to sudden death.
This can instantly change the charge from intentional homicide to manslaughter.
The defense pressure will be much less, and the sentencing will not be 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 over.
It's like a check-in location in a scenic spot.
Han Wenshan came to his desk and made himself a pot of tea.
As soon as the tea was brewed, Shi Hongfang rushed in hastily.
Han Wenshan greeted: "Are you here? Sit down and have a sip of tea first."
"Mr. Han, this matter..."
"This autopsy report was written by me based on my experience. In theory, I cannot show it to anyone until the pathology test is done. After all, I am responsible for it."
Han Wenshan found an excuse 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 and take it without permission.
"Mr. Han, I believe in your experience. If anything goes wrong, I will take full responsibility for it."
On the surface, Shi Hongfang still looked calm and calm.
But his slightly urgent tone reflected that he was actually not at peace inside.
After seeing the wound on the deceased's neck, Shi Hongfang's mind was filled with the figure of the hermit, and he devoted himself to the case.
How can I have the time to drink tea here?
If it were another forensic doctor, such as Xu Cheng, he would have directly asked for the report without saying any polite nonsense.
Unfortunately, the person sitting in front of him was Han Wenshan.
A character whose own father has to sell face.
The reason why Shi Hongfang was able to stay in the criminal police force was because Han Wenshan endorsed him and withstood the pressure from his family.
Otherwise, his father and eldest brother would have plenty of ways to get him away from the criminal police team.
"What can you bear? The autopsy report was obtained from me. It's useless for you to bear it."
Han Wenshan took out the tea set, poured a cup of tea, and brought it to Shi Hongfang: "Don't be impatient. Even if you get the report, you may not find the clues immediately."
Shi Hongfang didn't touch the tea in front of him, and kept staring at the handwritten report on the table.
Seeing this startling look, Han Wenshan couldn't help but shake his head.
He returned to his desk, pressed the report with his pen holder, and poured himself a cup of tea.
Then he said to himself: "The people sitting next to me have changed one after another, and I can't remember which one you are.
I invited them to drink tea. Some refused, some accepted, some held it but did not drink it, and some drank it but tasted nothing.
But in the end, they all left, and the only thing left here was me and a pot of tea that didn’t know how long it would be hot. "
Shi Hongfang looked away from the report and turned to Han Wenshan.
"Whatever you're going to do, I hope you think through the consequences before you do it."
Han Wenshan took a sip of tea and said meaningfully.
Shi Hongfang paused for a moment: "...I know."
Han Wenshan stopped persuading, removed the pen holder, and pushed the report to Shi Hongfang.
Looking at the familiar fonts on the handwritten report, Shi Hongfang frowned: "You weren't the one who performed today's autopsy?"
He deliberately called back Han Wenshan, who was still on vacation, just to let the old forensic surgeon produce an accurate report as quickly as possible.
To be honest, Shi Hongfang was a little disappointed.
This is not to say that other forensic doctors are incompetent. Most forensic doctors who are responsible for criminal autopsy are capable people.
But Shi Hongfang is still more willing to believe in Han Wenshan, the human flesh scanner.
"Xiao Xu will be the surgeon, and I will take notes. It is essentially the same as me being the surgeon. Or are you planning to let Xiao Xu be your assistant for the rest of his 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 knocked the tea cup heavily on the table: "Because the death this time involves the hermit, he is important, and the other victims are irrelevant?"
Listening to Han Wenshan's warning, Shi Hongfang immediately shut his mouth.
This was clearly a knock on him.
What he has done recently may not escape Han Wenshan's eyes.
Shi Hongfang was like a top student who was called to the office for lecture by his class teacher. He held the report in his hand tightly and said nothing.
Fortunately, Han Wenshan seemed to be just giving a verbal warning.
He picked up the tea cup again and said to Shi Hongfang: "No matter what you want to do, at least correct your attitude.
No one is born noble and thinks that he can decide the fate of others at will. I hope you can remember this sentence. "
Shi Hongfang did not provide any explanation.
At this time, his phone suddenly vibrated.
It was Tian Hao who sent Jin Pingan's profile portrait.
He also explained in a postscript that the warehouse where the deceased was found was not actually the scene of the first crime.
Shi Hongfang took the autopsy report and bowed slightly towards Han Wenshan.
Then he left the office.
As for the hot tea on the table, he didn't touch it at all.
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"Are you sure this is not the scene of the first crime?"
Tian Hao asked, looking at Jin Ping'an who was writing rapidly.
Regardless of the amount of bleeding on the ground, the shape of the blood spatter, and the completeness of the blood scab, it seems that the deceased was killed here.
"It's true that the place of death is here, but he was forcibly tied here while he was still alive."
Jin Pingan was still waving the pencil wildly on his special drawing board.
After another two minutes, a fresh portrait came out.
Jin Pingan turned over the drawing board: "This guy is a murderer!"
Tian Hao perked up and immediately took the drawing board.
A guy wearing a black mask, a black hooded windbreaker, black trousers, and black tactical boots appeared on the page, with only a pair of eyes exposed.
"What did you draw?" Tian Hao complained subconsciously.
The man in the painting is covered in black and has a well-proportioned figure.
Without architectural comparison, even the height cannot be confirmed.
If you can find someone through such a painting, that's really a ghost.
"Don't worry, he's not the only one at the scene. Besides the deceased, there are two other people!"
Jin Pingan pulled off the drawing paper, took back the drawing board and continued to paint: "I will draw the other two people first, and then draw a panoramic view of the murder scene."
Tian Hao is actually very similar to Tucao. Just draw a panoramic view and draw everyone.
But thinking that having a specific portrait would make it easier to find someone, there was no stopping Jin Pingan.
Anyway, at his painting speed, these paintings together would not take more than fifteen minutes.
This is while perfectly restoring all the details of the scene before the deceased's death.
Just painting portraits is just faster.
Soon, the second painting came out.
Tian Hao took the drawing paper, and this time the person in the drawing turned into a young girl.
Sailor suit, small leather shoes, and short shoulder-length hair.
These are very distinctive characteristics, and you can ask if anyone has seen similar characters nearby.
People who are particularly good-looking or particularly ugly will leave a distinct impression on others.
It is much easier to find than those with popular faces.
Not long after, the third picture also came out.
Except for the somewhat conspicuous mustache, this man looked very ordinary.
"Probably a fake beard."
With many years of experience, Tian Hao could see through Moose's cross-dressing at a glance.
The rest of the panorama will take some time.
Tian Hao took advantage of Jin Pingan's painting time to take 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 check the surveillance, go through the files, and compare the information database.
See if these people have any criminal records.
"Old Tian, is that guy wrapped in a black windbreaker the hermit?"
Jin Pingan asked while drawing.
All the scenes he recalled will be firmly engraved in his mind.
For example, Jin Pingan could clearly remember the distribution pattern of every drop of blood at the scene, how many threads there were on the clothes, which hair was yellow and which hair was white.
Just like a recorder records information on a disc, unless the disc itself is violently destroyed, the information will always exist.
So Jin Pingan is not worried at all. He will be distracted while chatting and drawing, causing some details to be missed.
"You can't dress like a hermit even if you don't even know your horoscope. Just treat people as hermits."
Tian Hao held a cigarette in his mouth, but did not light it: "If you have nothing to do in the team, look at the files. There are quite a lot of ride-hailing murders."
Jin Ping'an shook his aching arm: "Then you were so serious about what you said on the phone before, as if a recluse had returned to the world."
"This is called making bold assumptions, but careful verification."
Tian Hao bit his cigarette butt: "I hope this case is just a copycat case."
"The results of it?"
"We will wait until the identities of the other two are found out."
Tian Hao came behind Jin Ping'an and watched the scene in the warehouse slowly unfold on the drawing paper: "There are so many doubts in this case, so many that it's like provoking the police."
"Doubtful?" Jin Pingan's brush paused.
"After preliminary visits and investigations, it was found that the deceased was not a worker living nearby. If you want to kill him, there is no need to specifically choose this place, where someone will definitely find the body."
Tian Hao pointed to the three people who had been drawn: "First of all, of these three people, only this person has his whole body wrapped tightly, and the other two did not make any disguise.
Even if there is no surveillance nearby, wearing a mask is not a troublesome thing. If they are photographed, there is still room for maneuver, but they did not do so.
Secondly, the larger the number of people, the easier it is to attract attention. If you just kill one person, there is no need for three people together.
If all three of them had a grudge against the deceased, there was no way to explain why there was only one fatal wound on the body of the deceased.
There was also the way the assailant dressed, as if he was deliberately leading the police to think of the hermit. "
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"You can't dress like a hermit even if you don't even know your horoscope. Just treat people as hermits."
Tian Hao held a cigarette in his mouth, but did not light it: "If you have nothing to do in the team, look at the files. There are quite a lot of ride-hailing murders."
Jin Ping'an shook his aching arm: "Then you were so serious about what you said on the phone before, as if a recluse had returned to the world."
"This is called making bold assumptions, but careful verification."
Tian Hao bit his cigarette butt: "I hope this case is just a copycat case."
"The results of it?"
"We will wait until the identities of the other two are found out."
Tian Hao came behind Jin Ping'an and watched the scene in the warehouse slowly unfold on the drawing paper: "There are so many doubts in this case, so many that it's like provoking the police."
"Doubtful?" Jin Pingan's brush paused.
"After preliminary visits and investigations, it was found that the deceased was not a worker living nearby. If you want to kill him, there is no need to specifically choose this place, where someone will definitely find the body."
Tian Hao pointed to the three people who had been drawn: "First of all, of these three people, only this person is tightly wrapped, the other two are not making any disguise.
Even if there is no surveillance nearby, wearing a mask is not a troublesome thing. If they are photographed, there is still room for maneuver, but they did not do so.
Secondly, the larger the number of people, the easier it is to attract attention. If you just kill one person, there is no need for three people together.
If all three of them had a grudge against the deceased, there was no way to explain why there was only one fatal wound on the body of the deceased.
There was also the way the assailant dressed, as if he was deliberately leading the police to think of the hermit. "
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