Yi Jiayi had countless guesses about the new case, and she was full of curiosity and enthusiasm, but when she walked into the autopsy room, she was still instantly chilled.
The bloody and terrible corpse was far beyond her mental preparation.
This time, the person lying on the autopsy bed in the morgue was a young woman, whose uterus was opened, and someone stole her life and her child.
"The preliminary inference is that the cause of death was excessive blood loss." The forensic doctor simply looked at the corpse and then started working.
Yi Jiayi was pulled into the flow image as soon as she heard the forensic officer say a word. The young policewoman stood in the void, helplessly watching the bloody and desperate killing -
the pregnant woman fell in a pool of blood and asked two elderly people for help.
Not only did the other party not help to call the emergency number, but also went to the kitchen to get knives.
The pregnant woman was moved into the bathroom, one person held her down while the other performed the operation to kill the mother and remove the baby.
The two wore gloves before the killing and wrapped their shoes with cloth. Although the scene was trampled and messed up during the removal of the baby, no footprints were left.
The murderer washed away the dirt on the baby, wrapped the baby with a small quilt prepared in advance, made two vertical cuts on the pregnant woman's wrist, turned on the faucet, closed the bathroom door, and left in a hurry.
Next, the life of the deceased was like running water, passing away drop by drop.
Jiayi came to her senses and found that Sir Fang was taking people back to the B group office for a meeting.
Just like last time, in the new flow state, she remembered the documents that the forensic doctor needed to submit in the next three days. She
went to the Forensic Department to register the evidence, and when she came out again, Fang Zhenyue and his group had disappeared.
She returned to the administrative police office with the folder in her hand, and stood by the table, her heart full of sadness.
"Is it tragic? I heard from Uncle Jiu that the stomach was cut open." Sister
Yin shuddered. Yi Jiayi nodded silently.
Sister Yin sighed, turned around and went to do her work silently.
For the next half day, Jiayi sorted out the documents while reading and studying the well-written ones. She still took notes from time to time, but she stopped more often to recall the murder process she saw in the flow image, and she was very concerned about the progress of the case investigation. I wonder if Sir Fang and his
team are doing well...
When it's time to get off work, Sister Yan rushes to get off work, but Jiayi takes a long time to go downstairs.
When she arrived at the door of the police station, she couldn't help but look in the direction of the Serious Crime Unit B.
Sir Fang and his team must be in a meeting. I wonder if the two murderers have been listed as suspects, and why the two old men committed the crime.
And that child, I don't know where he will be taken, and whether he can survive.
I don't know...
She turned her toes towards the Serious Crime Unit B office, but she forced it to turn straight.
She was just a civilian administrative police officer, doing odd jobs to supplement her work. There was no reason for her to break into the Serious Crime Unit office and give orders.
What's more, she said she knew who the murderer was, but what was her basis? She
would be regarded as a monster, or even more likely as a mental patient.
Moreover, she couldn't even name the murderer. Did she describe his appearance according to her memory, find someone to draw his portrait, and then release him? How could that be possible?
She was just lucky to find the murder weapon and catch the murderer last time.
She didn't understand it before, but she participated in a case, listened to Liu Jiaming and others talking about their work, and read the analysis and introduction of several case files about the time it takes to solve the case and the complexity and difficulties of the work. She already understood that there are many links in solving a homicide case, and each link is more difficult than the other, including finding clues, suspects, and evidence. If
she rashly participates, she may not only be unable to help, but also expose herself to embarrassment or even danger.
Imagine Liu Jiaming and his men questioning her ferociously, "How do you know?" "Where is the evidence?" "Don't interfere with official business!" "Crazy!"...
Yi Jiayi lowered her head and gently rubbed her shoulder that was hit by the last murderer's fist. It was already bruised this morning, and it still hurts when touched now.
Liu Jiaming accompanied Lin Wangjiu out to smoke, and saw the little policewoman standing at the door of the police station in a daze, and asked with a smile: "Jiayi, are you done with work?"
Yi Jiayi was startled, raised her head to see who was coming, and then came back to her senses and said reluctantly: "Brother Jiaming."
"Hey, what delicious food do you have when you go home tonight?" Liu Jiaming approached her and talked to her teasingly.
"My brother runs a tea restaurant. We went to the restaurant to eat in the evening. He made me soybean pig's trotter soup."
"Yes, our little policewoman was injured yesterday and needs to be nourished." Liu Jiaming nodded seriously, then complained:
"You are fine. You have pig's trotter soup to drink. We have been eating it for three or four days. It's so miserable."
Jiayi chatted with Liu Jiaming for a few more words before turning into the parking lot with a confused mood.
She was distracted and bumped into another grandma who was walking with her head down. The lunch box in her hand fell to the ground and hit the protruding part of the fixed iron rod. With a crack, a long crack appeared.
The old lady was hunched over and could hardly straighten herself. When she saw the broken lunch box, she groaned and bent over to pick it up, but she was a step behind Yi Jiayi.
"I'm sorry." The grandma looked at Yi Jiayi's pink lunch box with a bitter face and hurriedly pulled out a wad of money from her pocket.
It was all change, and the wad was so thick that it was probably no more than a few dozen yuan.
The grandma straightened the bills carefully and stuffed them into Yi Jiayi's hand, saying embarrassedly, "Buy a new one."
"No need, grandma, I didn't pay attention to the road, it's not your fault." Yi Jiayi waved her hands. The grandma in front of her was obviously living a much more difficult life than her family. It was her fault for not walking properly, and she couldn't accept the old lady's hard-earned money.
"It's clean." Grandma thought she was afraid of dirt, so she rubbed the money on the hem of her clothes and continued to stuff it into Yi Jiayi's hands.
"Really, there's no need. This lunch box is old and has died." Yi Jiayi put her hands behind her back and smiled as if she didn't care.
When Grandma heard her words, she didn't know what triggered her. Her eyes suddenly turned red. She froze for a few seconds in embarrassment, then turned around and asked the old man who was locking the tricycle at the back, and said something vaguely that Yi Jiayi didn't understand.
The old man responded, locked the tricycle, walked over, and also searched his pockets.
The two old men scraped together a hundred yuan and asked Jiayi seriously if it was enough to compensate.
"Really, there's no need." Yi Jiayi looked at the two old men and suddenly felt a little sour in her heart.
She quickly reached out and pressed the arms of the two elders, smiled indifferently, and quickly ran into the garage.
The two old men hesitated at the door for a few seconds before they collected the money and walked towards the police station together.
When Yi Jiayi pushed her bicycle out of the parking lot, she saw Lin Wangjiu smoking at the door of the police station. Liu Jiaming looked at the backs of the two old men as they walked into the police station, pursed his lips, and showed a rare look of pity.
When he saw Yi Jiayi out of the corner of his eye, Liu Jiaming retracted his gaze and asked her: "Why don't you go home quickly? Be careful that the pig's trotter soup will get cold and taste bad."
"Who are those two old men?" Yi Jiayi asked. He seemed to know them.
"The parents of the victim in the case of stealing the baby and murdering the mother." Liu Jiaming's voice contained a sigh. The
child was raised until he got married and even had a grandson, but suddenly the body was found at home, and the grandson was nowhere to be seen. Moreover, the two old people were so old, the old people sent the young people away...
Yi Jiayi suddenly remembered that she had just mentioned "died of old age" inadvertently in front of the grandma, and her heart was suddenly pierced by a needle, and she regretted it.
"Let's go." Lin Wangjiu smoked a cigarette and patted Liu Jiaming on the shoulder.
The two turned back to the office and took the two old people to record their statements.
Yi Jiayi stood at the entrance of the parking lot with her bicycle, and her feet were filled with lead and she couldn't move.
After an unknown amount of time, the window on the corridor outside the interrogation room was pushed open, and the old father of the deceased was leaning over the window with his shoulders hunched, smoking.
He lowered his head with his back to the light, and his whole face was submerged in the smoke. The light from the burning cigarette butt could not illuminate his face.
At this time, the mother of the deceased had probably finished the first round of questioning. She walked tremblingly behind the old man and patted him on the back silently.
A door opened nearby, and a yellow light shone diagonally, illuminating the old man's wrinkled face, which was covered with wet and broken light.
During this moment of silently smoking, his face was already wet with tears.
Yi Jiayi gritted her teeth and silently decided to lock the bike again.
As a result, as soon as the front of the bike turned, a few hungry ghosts came out of the police station, saw Yi Jiayi's back, and suddenly shouted and rushed over.
"Sir Fang, since we are going out to eat, why not go to Jiayi's? Her brother runs a tea restaurant. I heard that there will be pig's trotter soup tonight. I am also calcium deficient and want to supplement it." Liu Jiaming picked up her bicycle, stuffed it into Sir Fang's trunk, and carried her into the car.
The jeep started to drive away, and Liu Jiaming turned around and said, "It's a pity that Gary and Brother Sanfu have to continue recording the statement of the deceased's husband, so they won't have the pleasure of drinking pig's trotter soup." "
I haven't had a proper meal for a long time..." Lin Wangjiu sighed and touched his stomach.
The two cars of Group B kidnapped Jiayi and headed north to Yi Ji on Ivy Street in Sham Shui Po, in a hurry to take care of the business of the little policewoman's brother.
In the jeep shuttling through the traffic after work, when everyone talked about the current clues of this case, Yi Jiayi, whose mind was completely focused on the case, pricked up her ears and listened more attentively than anyone else.