The body was discovered in the morning, and it was almost afternoon after the autopsy was completed.
After changing clothes, Wu Jun took Jiang Yuan, found a place where no one was around, and whispered: "Find some cardboard or something and make a fire."
"Make a fire?" Jiang Yuan's mind was still full of autopsy images, and he couldn't turn around for a while.
"I'll tell you." Wu Jun waved his hand.
Jiang Yuan went out, found two cardboard boxes, and handed them to Wu Jun.
Wu Jun tore it apart and lit it with a lighter. When the flames started, he rubbed his hands and said, "Let's step across the fire to get rid of bad luck."
"This...it's not necessary." Jiang Yuan hesitated.
"Don't believe it, I've seen a lot of things..." Wu Jun said, trotting from one side to the other, like a corgi, stepping over the fire with all his strength.
"You come too." Wu Jun waved and motioned Jiang Yuan to step across the fire as well.
Jiang Yuan said helplessly: "Today is my Seventeenth Uncle. There is no need... Seventeenth Uncle is usually a very nice person. Every time he goes back to the village, he smiles with everyone he knows or doesn't know..."
"Then what if he made new friends last night?" Wu Jun stood on the other side of the fire, the firelight reflected on his face and the shadows were shaking.
Jiang Yuan thought for two seconds, took two steps, and took one step to cross the fire.
It wasn't until both cardboard boxes were burned that Wu Jun lit up a cigarette, watched the fire go out quietly, and then said to Jiang Yuan: "I'm going to report to Team Huang. You clean up this place and go to the cafeteria to have a look."
Are there any dishes? If not, just buy some instant noodles or something, take them to the office next to the autopsy room, and we'll eat some while we're at it. That's what police officers do, and you'll get used to it in the future."
"Okay." Jiang Yuan agreed without saying anything.
"Go this way to the cafeteria." Wu Jun pointed to the location, and the call happened to be connected. He nodded to Jiang Yuan, grabbed the phone, and said: "Team Huang, it is confirmed that the second cervical vertebra is fractured, and there are no other injuries.
The time of death was around 7 a.m.… There were no other injuries before death, but there were signs of movement after death…”
Jiang Yuan listened for a few times, and after Wu Jun finished reporting the autopsy, he went to borrow tools to clean up the ashes, and then went to the cafeteria.
Autopsy and dissection were also physical work, and he was already hungry.
The funeral home has a canteen, a restaurant, and a small supermarket.
Restaurants and supermarkets target the families of the deceased, and the prices are high. Many come early and go up the mountain before dawn. By the time there are many people there at noon, those who can't stand it will be slaughtered.
The cafeteria is for employees to eat. It is not large and the charges are not high. The forensic doctor is considered a non-staff member of the funeral home. Jiang Yuan went inside, showed his ID, and got a temporary meal card.
When I arrived at the kitchen, I saw that the cook was a little girl with a long ponytail. She just stood up and without wearing a mask, she gave a smile: "There are only these dishes left, and I didn't know you were coming. You
Is he the new forensic doctor from the county bureau?"
"Yes. How do you know?" Jiang Yuan smiled, then lowered his head to look at the meal. There was only a little fried vegetables and bean sprouts left, and they didn't look very good.
"I heard that the new forensic doctor is very tall, and besides the people from the funeral home, there are also people from the Civil Affairs Bureau and the Religious Affairs Bureau who come to our cafeteria." The little girl with the ponytail smiled and said again.
: "If you're not in a hurry, can I order some noodles for you?"
Jiang Yuan's eyes then fell on the small kitchen at the back of the canteen. There were two sets of simple stoves, and some side dishes were placed in frames next to them.
Looking at the environment in the kitchen, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but think: "Is there any rice? Can I make fried rice myself?"
The little girl with long ponytail hesitated for a moment, looked up at Jiang Yuan, who was tall and elegant, and said with a smile: "Our small unit is not particular, but there are not many people who are willing to cook by themselves. You will use this
Stove?”
"meeting."
"Then come in." The little girl lifted up the cover on the right side, looked up at Jiang Yuan, and said with a smile: "Even if you make your own fried rice, you still have to swipe your card according to the price of egg fried rice."
"Okay." Jiang Yuan responded, entered the small kitchen, picked up a large spoon, and for a moment felt inexplicably taking advantage of it.
Chang Ponytail helped to fetch the rice and eggs. Jiang Yuan took the egg yolk by inverting the two eggshells alternately, broke it up and poured it into four or five bowls of rice, then turned on the heat, poured in oil, and stir-fried...
In school, Jiang Yuan's cooking skills were mostly limited to adding an egg to instant noodles, but now he is quite skilled at playing with the spoon.
The little girl with ponytail looked at his actions and frowned slightly. When she saw Jiang Yuan putting the vegetables, she couldn't help but said, "It doesn't matter if you use more ingredients."
Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment. He hooked and released the large spoon, but still only took out a few diced radish, and said: "It's not necessary, it's enough."
Long ponytail: "No need to be so polite."
Jiang Yuan: "You're welcome."
The conversation between the two ended inexplicably.
Jiang Yuan devoted himself to making fried rice. He had no cooking skills himself, so he relied on Uncle Seventeen's inheritance. At this time, he was completely repeating Uncle Seventeen's method...using the ingredients very stingily.
The girl with the long ponytail felt a little bit sad as she looked at it... Life must have been very difficult in the past for such frugal egg fried rice. What a pity.
"Leave one for you to try." Jiang Yuan calculated and made egg fried rice for three people, scooped out his and Wu Jun's portions, and then scooped out another bowl for the little girl.
"Actually, no need... I've already eaten it." The girl with the long ponytail looked at the golden and translucent egg fried rice in the bowl, and sighed with emotion. The egg fried rice made from one egg is enough for three people, which is outrageous.
"You're welcome." Jiang Yuan smiled, said nothing more, and left with his lunch box.
Watching Jiang Yuan leave the cafeteria door, the girl with long ponytail looked down at the egg fried rice and felt that it looked good. She turned around and took a spoon, took half of it, put it in her mouth to chew, and nodded involuntarily.
"I didn't expect it to be quite delicious." The girl with the long ponytail muttered a few words to herself, and decided to leave a small half for the chef to try. After making the decision, she happily picked up the other half and "tasted" it.
…
"It tastes very good. Has the skill of the cooks in this funeral parlor improved?" Wu Jun praised it after taking a bite of the fried rice brought back by Jiang Yuan.
"There are only some vegetables left in the cafeteria. I fried the fried rice." Jiang Yuan took two bites of fried rice and raised the bowl to the morgue to show respect to Uncle Seventeen.
Wu Jun's eyes lit up: "You said you had this talent..."
"I only learned fried rice. I learned it from Uncle Seventeen." Jiang Yuan interrupted Wu Jun.
Wu Jun was stunned for a moment, looked at the fried rice again, hesitated for a few seconds, shook his head again, wolfed it down, drank two more sips of tea, and said: "We will go back in a while, you sort out the photos, the autopsy sheet is filled up,
If you see any colleagues who have returned, take the initiative to help."
Jiang Yuan responded.
Wu Jun looked at Jiang Yuan and said slowly: "Team Liu found traces of detergent in the kitchen of the deceased's restaurant, and later found traces of blood. Currently, the biggest suspect is the deceased's wife..."
"Aunt Seventeen?" Jiang Yuan had a look of surprise on his face, but it wasn't serious.
The husband died and the murderer was his wife. In any country, this is a very high probability. Jiang Yuan could only sigh.
Seeing that Jiang Yuan's mood was relatively stable, Wu Jun nodded and said, "The men from the second team went to look for the murder weapon. All the colleagues in the team went to the scene. Let's go back and guard the house."
"Okay." Jiang Yuan responded, and in a few bites he polished off the remaining rice in the bowl.
