National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 862 - 800: Exchange between Forensic Doctors

"Cool, cool, cool, cool..."

In the screen, the girl with blood in her throat, with wide-open eyes, desperately tried to speak to the extent that the bloody foam in her mouth was visible, but still, no complete voice could be heard.

Following that, she tried to write something on the ground with her hand, but it seemed all her strength was spent on reaching for the cellphone. With one stroke down, nothing discernible was formed before she could move no more.

In the last twenty-thirty seconds of the screen, the only thing visible was the girl’s eyes shifting from pleading to anger, from anger to regret, from regret to despair, and from despair to disappointment...

Even as a forensic doctor, Jiang Yuan could not determine the exact second the girl had died.

"This live broadcast continued for about fifteen more minutes before it was finally stopped. A large number of viewers, who did not recognize the internet celebrity, still crowded into the live room to watch the process of her death," Zhong Renlong sighed helplessly, "Our national education is still very insufficient."

"It’s just some morbid curiosity," Jiang Yuan didn’t comment further.

In fact, including the live streaming company where the internet celebrity worked, they chose to profit from this tragedy at the first opportunity.

Of course, they could argue that they were not clear on the reality of the situation, maybe the images shown during the live stream were just a performance by the internet celebrity? If the hard-spread footage was cut off just like that, it would be a wrongful death.

But if this were an interrogation, naturally, such an explanation would not hold up because so many new viewers came specifically to see a dead person.

If ordinary viewers had already spread the word and joined the live room, then for the live streaming company to claim they couldn’t tell if the internet celebrity was dead or alive was a bit far-fetched.

However, the police’s current focus was more on the murder case.

Zhong Renlong said, "Aziza’s apartment is in the downtown area. After the incident, our officers arrived at the scene as quickly as possible, but some viewers also arrived at the scene at the same time, which resulted in some of the scene images being spread around."

Huang Qiangmin frowned deeply, "Did you control the scene? Was the scene contaminated?"

"A few people entered the scene," Zhong Renlong sighed, "But they were mainly taking photos and filming. There might have been a vacuum period of about a dozen minutes. Now the scene has been controlled, and everyone who went in has been recorded and had their fingerprints, shoe prints, DNA, etc., taken. However, today’s news is all about this case!"

"Did anyone arrive at the scene faster than the police and not encounter the murderer? Did the live stream capture any relevant images or sounds?" Huang Qiangmin couldn’t help asking.

"No," Zhong Renlong said decisively, "This is also a major problem with the case. When the victim started the live stream she was still alive, with a strong desire to survive, but as she gradually died, no images or sounds of the murderer appeared. We are still digging deeper for relevant information, hoping to get more content from the video..."

Zhong Renlong continued to explain, "Judging from the victim’s time of death, there was only about 10 minutes between the time of the victim’s death on live stream and the arrival of the first onlooker. Furthermore, people kept arriving continuously, and some filmed the footage; we’ve acquired these materials. However, whether the murderer is among them and the route of the murderer’s escape is hard to ascertain."

"What about surveillance?" Jiang Yuan asked in a very Chinese way, "Are there surveillance cameras in the victim’s home, the corridors, elevators, or the apartment building?"

"The apartment where the victim lived places great emphasis on guest’s privacy," Zhong Renlong lowered his voice, "Internet celebrities or rich people don’t want videos of themselves bringing home men or women to be shared on social media. The management of the apartment chose to forgo surveillance cameras and used traditional security measures instead, with more personnel to ensure safety and forbidding security staff from carrying cameras on their phones..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Wenkai couldn’t help but snort, "That’s like buying a chastity belt and hoping your wife won’t cheat."

"Huh?" Zhong Renlong, after all a Dama native, and although he understood Chinese, he didn’t quite catch the meaning.

Behind Zhong Renlong, the officers started muttering to him, and then a few more joined in. Without needing to understand what they were saying, their expressions showed they were all under immense pressure.

The case was too sensational: the victim live-streamed her death, and she was a beautiful internet personality, moreover, the murderer’s escape time was surprisingly short and might even have been caught on camera by the onlookers who arrived later. This significantly increased the audience’s sense of participation.

Now, on Malaysia’s internet, people had shared their own videos, some were analyzing them frame by frame, turning the whole case into a kind of internet detective show.

For the police, this was not only about solving the case but also dealing with the public pointing fingers or even mocking them, with the frightening possibility that the crowd might very well be right! frёewebηovel.cѳm

And in such a politically charged climate, this surge of public opinion was sure to attract a lot of political figures’ attention and involvement. When the tide of traffic surged, the high-ranking officers in the police station who commanded respect like big fishes near the shore would attract blood-thirsty political sharks with their splashing.

As long as this case went unsolved, the greater the risk the police chiefs at the station bore, with high-ranking officers potentially being eaten like snacks by the political sharks every day.

"Doctor Jiang," after mumbling for a bit, Zhong Renlong faced the camera and said, "Our forensic doctors are ready to dissect the body now. Regarding this matter... could Doctor Jiang come to Malaysia?"

"If I set off now, would I make it in time for the first autopsy?" Jiang Yuan asked.

Essentially, he was asking if the other party could wait.

Zhong Renlong awkwardly smiled, looked back at the officers, and then said, "I don’t have a say in this autopsy, sorry."

It wasn’t just Zhong Renlong who couldn’t interfere with the ownership of the case; even the higher-ups at the Dama Police Station couldn’t fully intervene. For work like an autopsy, which was now in the public eye, it was impossible to delay, let alone let Jiang Yuan take charge—Zhong Renlong and others actually valued Jiang Yuan’s investigative skills more and didn’t focus as much on his forensic expertise.

However, being smart people, after a few simple words, they understood each other’s thoughts.

Jiang Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Since I can’t participate in the autopsy, then I will not fly over. Can I participate in the dissection via video?"

"This..." This still wasn’t something Zhong Renlong could decide, and he hurriedly translated it into Malay to explain to the others.

The Malay officers who joined the video call actually had some expectations for Jiang Yuan. Soon, one of the high-ranking officers said to Zhong Renlong, "Explain to Mr. Jiang Yuan, since the coroner for this case is Jacob, Doctor Jiang Yuan would like to participate in the autopsy via video, right? This might require consultation with Coroner Jacob..."

"Can I have a chat with Coroner Jacob?" Jiang Yuan switched to Level 2 Indonesian language, which is a local dialect of the Malay language, and said, "A forensic doctor speaking with another forensic doctor should be more convenient."