National Forensic Doctor

Chapter 1287: Chapter 1214: What Did You See

"Let’s stop here. Take a few more pictures, collect more samples, and freeze the body for the time being."

Jiang Yuan organized the follow-up tasks and specifically instructed Zhan Kan.

Zhan Kan quickly replied, "Don’t worry, Director Jiang. I’ll handle it personally."

Zhan Kan addressed him by his title in the workplace. After learning Skull Restoration Skill from Jiang Yuan, his status at both the Zhengguang Bureau and the Beijing Bureau significantly rose. Given his position, he was well-suited to handle the follow-up of this body, capable of avoiding potential disruptions.

In autopsies involving foreign companies, it’s highly likely that the body might be examined again or the autopsy report might be scrutinized. Therefore, preserving the photos and samples is crucial. Additionally, keeping the body preserved for a longer period is necessary. If all else fails, the body can be boiled and examined again using Forensic Anthropology, allowing us to understand the impact as the entire skeleton has shattered into fragments.

Seeing that Zeng Lianrong had no objections, Jiang Yuan removed his gloves and said, "Let’s go."

The clean-up of the dissection room and the task of moving the body were naturally left to Zhan Kan and others.

The foreigner Alessio also obediently followed them out of the dissection room.

As soon as they exited, Alessio couldn’t wait to ask, "What do you think the cause of death was?"

He spoke in Italian, which was slowly translated by the interpreter standing beside him.

Cui Qishan rolled his eyes first, "This foreigner is quite direct."

"What do you mean?" The translator had just relayed the foreigner’s words to Jiang Yuan and turned his head slightly confused by Cui Qishan’s comment.

"I mean he’s a pure foreigner. He was told not to speak in the room, but he started talking as soon as he stepped out, doesn’t understand etiquette," Cui Qishan said with a smirk.

The young translator, suspecting something, looked at Cui Qishan, "You shouldn’t curse or make statements that can be misunderstood. Be mindful of diplomatic etiquette."

"Are you serious?" Cui Qishan glanced at the translator, chuckled, and said, "Judging by what you said, you’re definitely not from Beijing!"

The translator blushed immediately, eyes glaring at Cui Qishan like a flash of lightning and thunder.

"What are you guys talking about?" Alessio was getting anxious; he was asking Jiang Yuan for a conclusion, yet they were chattering away in a language he couldn’t understand.

Jiang Yuan then drew on his level 4 French and asked, "Do you speak French?"

"Yes, of course," Alessio’s expression immediately relaxed upon hearing the familiar language.

French and Italian are both Romance languages, almost mutually intelligible, with a similarity of about 90%. It’s much easier to learn compared to a northerner learning Cantonese.

"What do you think the cause of death was?" Alessio asked again in French.

"Burn injuries leading to acute respiratory failure," Jiang Yuan quickly responded, using forensic terminology, also in French.

An LV4 proficiency in French suggests a very fluent level, completely able to handle professional vocabulary.

Alessio understood and his mind immediately started strategizing, asking tactically, "So it was the pilot’s incapacitation that caused the crash?"

Jiang Yuan, being a forensic doctor in a police family, was extremely alert: "I remind you not to attempt to interfere with my forensic judgment."

"Sorry, my mistake," Alessio didn’t resist, promptly apologizing before adding, "After the acute respiratory failure led to the pilot’s death, the crash was naturally unavoidable. I was merely putting forward a simple hypothesis."

Jiang Yuan didn’t confirm or deny it. How he answered now would only provide the other party with information.

By this time, the Italian translator, who had been idle, had caught up. He first glanced at Jiang Yuan with surprise before telling Alessio, "Mr. Alessio, if you have any questions, you can report to his superiors, preferably before the formation of written documents."

"I will," Alessio promptly replied.

"That’s it then," Jiang Yuan waved and then instructed Cui Qishan, "Escort them out. And check into this stool pigeon too."

Cui Qishan immediately understood Jiang Yuan’s intentions, nodding in agreement, "Got it, I’ll call National Security later."

The translator was shocked, "Why would you investigate me? This could lead to international repercussions."

"No harm in checking. If you’re just doing your translating job, be at ease," Cui Qishan said, nodding once before signaling the foreigner to move on, also giving his subordinates a look.

The situation where foreign companies use Chinese employees to illegally obtain information is quite common. Ordinary companies in contact with them may find it difficult to detect or counteract, but it’s different for the police. Especially detectives, who often have very serious attitudes, can switch faces instantly.

The translator quickly spoke to Alessio in Italian.

Jiang Yuan understood but didn’t translate each sentence. He simply told Cui Qishan, "He’s making a complaint."

"No worries, he’s also considered an outsider in Rome," Cui Qishan said deliberately in a disdainful tone.

The translator’s speaking speed increased.

Alessio couldn’t be bothered with the translation; he had his own task.

He knew this might be his last chance to speak with Jiang Yuan, so he stopped the translator’s prattle, using French: "Mr. Jiang, could you explain your judgment? What do you think caused the plane crash?"

"The cause of the plane crash needs to be determined by integrating information from engineering, aviation medicine, and the black box," Jiang Yuan said.

"In your capacity as a forensic doctor, what judgment would you give?"

"Mechanical fault," Jiang Yuan responded quickly. Just when Alessio thought Jiang Yuan would offer a grandiose official statement, he got a straightforward answer.

At this point, Alessio suddenly realized his foolishness. This ran counter to his tasks.

He hadn’t needed to ask this question. By doing so, he inadvertently reduced his own leverage. Having the responsible forensic doctor give a "mechanical fault" conclusion was much worse.

The translator beside him was also stunned for a few seconds. The exchange between Jiang Yuan and Alessio was rapid, making it difficult for him to comprehend, and the content was completely unexpected. noveldrama

Ignoring Cui Qishan’s watchful gaze nearby, the translator quickly pulled out his phone and began dialing, using the ring time to say, "My job includes informing them of the latest information. What I’m saying is public knowledge, not illegal."

Cui Qishan just chuckled twice without making a sound. He knew public information wasn’t illegal, but laughing wasn’t illegal either.

"You’ve already determined it was mechanical fault?" Alessio found it hard to believe, his expression also tainted with suspicion: "What’s the reason?"

"You’ll see it in the autopsy report," Jiang Yuan certainly couldn’t say more right now. Physical and chemical tests had just been sent, and the relevant sample slices hadn’t been fully processed. At least by tomorrow, he would have most of the results, and then produce the autopsy report based on them.

Alessio was getting anxious. Avi Airlines was eager to enter the Chinese market and had given him much-needed promises. On the other hand, this Italian-based aircraft manufacturer was already a domestic giant in political, economic, and academic circles. Tasks assigned by the company’s leaders couldn’t just be dropped with a few simple words.

Alessio kept pace with Jiang Yuan, and after a few seconds, asked, "What did you see on the body that led you to judge the crash was due to mechanical fault? There were no signs of fuel leak, no evidence of electrical failure, right?"

Jiang Yuan had said there were no signs of fuel leak or electrical failure on the body, but he hadn’t confirmed there were no fuel leaks or electrical faults on the plane itself.

If Jiang Yuan didn’t understand French, he might have considered whether a translation mistake caused the misunderstanding.

But Jiang Yuan understood French, so he suspected that Alessio had understood perfectly and was deliberately trying to lead him into speaking.

Therefore, Jiang Yuan simply glanced at Alessio again and said, "Wait for the autopsy report."

Saying this, Jiang Yuan led the team away, and Mu Zhiyang, who was well-prepared, separated Alessio from following further.

"What’s the big deal. Arrogant!" The translator accompanied Alessio, looking indignant.

Alessio shook his head slowly, "He must have seen something. What did he see that I didn’t?"

"Could he be bluffing?"

Alessio still shook his head, pulled out his phone to check for signals, saw there were none, and said, "It’s not that simple. Call Mr. Stefano with your phone. I need professionals, including an aviation expert, engineer, and pilot, to discuss this issue."