civil forensic

Chapter 14 Take pictures without reaching out

Jiangcun District.

Before reaching the door, the sound of crackling firecrackers has reached the ears.

Ningtai County is a small county. Although you can ride an electric bike from the city center to the foot of Mount Sining, as long as you cross the Taihe River, you are considered a rural area, and the city ban is useless.

The promotional slogan at the intersection of the community is still "return the straw to the field to increase the fertility of the land", and many nearby green spaces have been turned into vegetable fields. From a more humane point of view, everyone is still trying to maintain the original life as much as possible. model.

In the first few years of the demolition, the old man drove his son's newly bought Land Cruiser to farm, and when he came back, he cursed the RB car for nothing.In recent years, more land has been taken up, and everyone's mentality has gradually become peaceful. Car buying has gradually integrated into the public, from the Land Cruiser to the Cayenne to the Continental.

"Yuanzi is back." Outside the small shop at the entrance of the community, there are more than a dozen idlers chatting. These are villagers who don't even bother to play mahjong. Who is it? Where is the dead person?"

Jiang Yuan slowed down the car and said in a good voice, "No autopsy today."

"Then what do you do all day long?"

"If there is no autopsy, there is nothing to do. Do what you want to do." The fingerprinting was done by Jiang Yuan voluntarily, and it cannot be regarded as the work of a forensic doctor.

The idlers and aunts at the door of the small shop praised each other: "Why don't they all say that civil servants are good. You see, people who work in state units can get paid for doing nothing all day long. How can a part-time job do it? It’s like renting my front building, a group of young people, they only come back after dark, some young couples go out early and return late together, their tired faces are dark.”

"The same goes for the young people who rented my house. There are a few cyclists who are not as fast as me."

"What I'm talking about is that I still have to be an official. Look at the demolition office, each of which is worth 9 million yuan. When the east end was demolished last time, my tree was clearly [-] centimeters long. I insisted that it was [-] centimeters. , count less!"

"My son just doesn't study well. I couldn't help it before, so I found a temporary bank worker for my son. I deposited two boxes at first, which was not enough. From time to time, I asked people to deposit money, saying that it was a deposit business. One deposit It’s 50, 80. The house is stuffed with oil from the bank, and it’s never used up. By the way, brothers, if you want to fry something, come to my place to pick up the oil.”

"No, no, it's the same, there's oil everywhere."

Listening to these unfamiliar and familiar chats, Jiang Yuan felt as if he had returned to the village again.He has lived on campus since he was in middle school, and when he came back from college, he just missed the days when people in Jiangcun got rid of poverty and became rich, and then went from rich to rich.

Smiled politely, then slowly passed the canteen, passed the square occupied by another group of aunts, and the courier point occupied by a group of middle-aged and young people, and arrived at the downstairs of my house.

And in the public auditorium diagonally opposite from my home, the bustling funeral ceremony was going on in an orderly manner.

The bald monk, the long-haired Taoist priest and the short-haired priest each occupy a corner, each showing their magical powers.The Jiangcun community has been rich for more than ten years, and there are many faithful men and women. It has long been an important town for people from all walks of life. Not to mention that Uncle Seventeen died unexpectedly, he needs to pay more money to buy roads. Dojo's.

Jiang Yuan's father, Jiang Fuzhen, helped out in the kitchen as usual, and the beef and mutton he cooked was the best in the village.In the village, once such a persona is established, active participation is indispensable for weddings and funerals.

Jiang Yuan is also used to this kind of activity. After parking the electric car, he found a place in front of him to wash his hands and face, and then consciously went to the kitchen to help.

He is in charge of shredding potatoes, shredding carrots and so on all the year round.

"Are you busy today?" Jiang Fuzhen skimmed the blood from the beef and came over to ask.

Jiang Yuan just put down the kitchen knife and shook his hands, saying, "Not too busy, I did something else."

"Didn't you cut up the body today?" Jiang Fuzhen asked again, and Aunt Hua who was beside her also looked over.

"No cut. I have been in the unit for so long, and I only saw a corpse once." Jiang Yuan gave a detailed explanation.

Aunt Hua next to her couldn't help but patted her chest, relieved, then changed her expression embarrassingly, and howled forcefully: "Uncle Seventeen... woohoo, when it comes to Uncle Seventeen, I feel panicked. How long has it been, alas..."

Jiang Yuan calmly waited for her to finish crying, and asked his father, "Uncle Seventeen and Aunt Seventeen are gone, who is hosting the banquet?"

"Your fifth uncle is in charge. The gift money has been removed from the expenses. It is said that it is for the seventeenth uncle's doll to go to school. It is Jiang Le, you remember." Jiang Fuzhen said while stirring the beef pot.

Aunt Hua said from the side: "Jiang Yuan will remember to go out to take pictures in a while, all of you younger generations go out to study, and some people don't see each other a few times a year, so if you have a chance, take more pictures and see more, at least Make a familiar face."

Jiang Yuan responded, and when the vegetables in his hand were cut, someone called to take pictures.

When Jiang Yuan came out of the kitchen, he saw a dozen or so young people busily standing under a tree and posing. ,

The specially invited photographer also specially reminded: "Let's stand a little to the right, and it is easy to photograph the monk on the left."

"If you get a photo, PS it off." A girl said after posing.

The photographer said kindly: "The monks' bald heads are easy to reflect light. You can remove the bald head in the later stage, but the reflection will make the face bigger."

The girl quickly walked out of the shade, and when she saw Jiang Yuan, she quickly waved and said, "Brother Liu, why don't you come to the middle. You just got off work?"

"Yes." Jiang Yuan walked over.

"My brother and I will take a picture first." Cousin A made a pair of scissors hands in front of her face while she was speaking, and pulled Jiang Yuan and shouted: "Let's do it together."

"Turn it over." Jiang Yuan compared a pair of scissors, but turned his fingernails to the camera, and explained: "Fingerprints can be extracted from photos, so this action is more dangerous."

Cousin A obediently turned her fingers over, and then bragged to a few non-Jiang classmates who came to play: "My brother is a forensic doctor. Uncle Seventeen was the one who dissected it."

"Forensic...the forensic doctor is really handsome." Several non-Jiang students got together and giggled.

A girl who was taking a selfie in Biye stopped, looked at Jiang Yuan, and said boldly: "Brother forensic doctor, look at the photos I took. You just said that fingerprints can be extracted from the photos. In fact, they also used fingerprints to extract them. no more."

"Generally speaking, this is the case, but fingerprints are for a lifetime. Maybe..." Jiang Yuan decided to be more serious, and then said: "The other party may hold your fingerprints and unlock your phone."

The girl's thinking was substituted, and she was shocked for a moment, and hurriedly said: "I have sent a lot of photos to Moments."

"Beautified photos are okay." Jiang Yuan easily comforted the other party.

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(End of this chapter)