American forensics, but the gourmet system

The farm warehouse was surrounded by seven or eight town police officers, as if facing a major enemy.

Inside the warehouse, Russell stood in front of a table that had been temporarily cleared out, with a row of meat hooks laid out on it.

There are more than a dozen in total.

This is a tool used for handling meat. It is made of 304 stainless steel, with a sharp hook at the end and a plastic non-slip handle. It is about 40-50 centimeters long.

"All the meat hooks on the farm are here, Dr. Russell..." Chief Hunter's expression turned serious and excited. "You mean, the murderer used one of these meat hooks to kill Dr. Simmons?"

Russell put on his nitrile gloves and, while inspecting the meat hooks on the table, said:

"That's right. I overlooked one thing when analyzing the bloodstains. If the killer was standing face-to-face with Dr. Simmons when he murdered him, Dr. Simmons's spurting blood would have inevitably landed on the killer. The bloodstains on the ground are intact, which proves..."

Russell picked up a meat hook from the table, held it horizontally, and made a pulling motion backward:

"This proves that the assailant was not standing in front of Simmons when he was injured. The assailant was behind Simmons and used this thing to hook his chest..."

"I found a bruise on Dr. Simmons' trapezius muscle, which I initially thought was from carrying heavy loads. Now it appears that the meat hook was pressing on his trapezius muscle... The assailant pressed down on the handle of the meat hook using his shoulder as a fulcrum, which would have caused the kind of wound that Simmons had."

"So that's how it is..." Chief Hunter breathed a sigh of relief, then instructed the agents behind him, "Put all these meat hooks into evidence bags and send them to the forensic lab for DNA comparison...to see which meat hook killed Dr. Simmons."

"Don't rush," Russell stopped Chief Hunter. "Call the forensic technicians first. I just checked, and all the employees who handled the meat were wearing gloves. If the murderer wasn't wearing gloves, his fingerprints would definitely still be on the handle of one of the meat hooks."

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"Yes, yes, call the forensic technician..."

A few seconds later, Chief Hunter's men were already running outside in the sunlight.

The Ulster County Department of Forensic Science's forensic technicians had been on standby at the farm since they began their on-site investigation last night, and arrived a few minutes later, panting.

He was also dragging something that looked like a suitcase.

He brought a portable fingerprint scanning box, indicating that the Ulster County Sheriff's Department is taking this case very seriously and has equipped it with all sorts of equipment.

After all, it was a colleague who was suddenly murdered. Even if we don't say that if one of us is gone, we will feel a sense of shared fate.

"Check this one first."

Russell picked up a meat hook and handed it to the technician.

"Why investigate this one first?"

Director Hunter asked questions with an intense thirst for knowledge, just like a primary school student.

Russell had to explain to the elementary school students:

"Because its plastic non-slip handle was bent a little...and normally when you use it to lift meat, the handle won't bend."

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

Director Hunter expressed his admiration without reservation.

The trace evidence investigator very professionally used a cotton swab to collect a DNA sample from the surface of the meat hook before placing it into the fumigation chamber.

Pressing the button heats the cyanoacrylate into vapor, which reacts with the amino acids and oils in sweat to form a white solid film.

By the way, the cyanoacrylate used for fumigation also has another name: 502 glue.

Anyone who frequently uses 502 glue knows that whether you use it to glue your fingers together or your lips together, it will turn into a white, hard, rough solid.

That's a reaction similar to fingerprint imaging.

About ten minutes later, four clear fingerprints appeared on the plastic grip.

"It should be the four fingers excluding the little finger," the forensic investigator said excitedly. "We can proceed with fingerprint comparison!"

"Finish making the rest of the meat hooks first." Chief Hunter finally demonstrated his decisiveness as a chief. "I'll send officers to collect fingerprint samples from all the tourists and staff at the farm... Unless he escapes by hiking over the mountains, I'm sure I can catch him!"

……

Russell stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the hotel lobby and invested the two skill upgrade points he had just acquired yesterday into [Forensic Anthropology].

Forensic anthropology's ranking surged another 10 percentage points, beating 84% of its competitors.

Russell originally planned to invest those two skill upgrade points into forensic evidence studies if the case remained unsolved for a long time.

After all, this case doesn't require any knowledge of forensic anthropology; on the contrary, it desperately needs to find physical evidence.

But now, with the case progressing smoothly and even the killer's fingerprints being collected, Russell has changed his approach and continues to specialize in forensic anthropology.

This is not because Russell favored forensic anthropology.

It's not because there are too few experts in forensic anthropology, but because the discipline is too difficult...

If Russell wants to quickly make a name for himself in the forensic field, then the best option is to achieve success in the most challenging area.

As forensic anthropology rises in rankings, solid knowledge is firmly and forcefully entering the brain.

The reason why legal anthropology is difficult is that the main purpose of this discipline is to use bones to determine a person's gender, age, height, lifestyle, place of residence, and work environment.

How can we make an accurate judgment?

Fortunately, some experts summarized a large amount of data and extracted a lot of empirical formulas and regression equations.

However, how to use these formulas and equations is a very profound question.

Therefore, most forensic pathologists are unwilling to delve into forensic anthropology; they only have a superficial understanding of the basics, which they can use when needed.

The fewer people researching a field, the higher the probability of achieving results.

That's what Russell thought.

Russell picked up his phone, answered it, and heard Chief Hunter's excited voice:

"We've got him! Dr. Russell, we've caught him!"

Russell was not surprised. In modern criminal investigation, finding the killer's complete fingerprints basically means that the case is 80% solved.

"Great! Who is the killer?"

Russell expressed his approval.

"He's a tourist too... We don't yet know what kind of conflict or grudge he has with Dr. Simmons... We'll go back and interrogate him first, Dr. Russell. Thank you for your help..."

Chief Hunter hung up the phone.

Aina peeked out of her bedroom and beckoned Russell over to come and see.

From Aina's bedroom, you can see the plaza in front of the hotel building.

A dozen burly men in uniforms squeezed a tall, thin man in the middle and shoved him into a police car.

"It's finally over..." Russell breathed a sigh of relief, feeling inexplicably relaxed.

But at the same time, he was a little disappointed; his weekend getaway wasn't like this at all...

"Shouldn't we pack our things and head back to New York?" Russell asked Aina, turning to her.

"It seems so," Aina smiled. "But it looks like we've lost a day of our holiday..."

"I still have to write the forensic report for this case," Russell shrugged. "But it doesn't matter where I write it... and Dr. Beckman even applied for travel allowance for me, so maybe we can delay our return to New York by a day or two?"

"Completely agree."

Aina smiled and gave Russell a high five.

Russell also laughed:

"Let's go downstairs and get something to eat... Maybe I can ask the restaurant if we can borrow their kitchen equipment so I can cook. Their chef is terrible at everything except grilling meat..."

dong dong dong.

Someone knocked on the door.

Who is it?

Russell reluctantly came out of Aina's bedroom and opened the door.

Mr. Clarkson was standing outside the door.

Clarkson's expression was somewhat complicated. He took a small object out of his pocket and held it out to Russell:

"I didn't really want to bother you, Dr. Russell. But I just finished piecing together that raccoon skeleton in the room, and it's unlike any raccoon I've ever seen before... It has an extra bone."

He paused and continued:

"I can confirm that these are not raccoon bones, and I have my doubts—"

He didn't continue speaking.

But Russell had already seen the short piece of white bone in his hand.

Russell used his forensic anthropology knowledge, which outperformed 84% of his competitors, to identify it at a glance.

That was a piece of human finger bone.

He took the bone from Mr. Clarkson and turned back into the room, saying:

"Aina, I have good news, or bad news... We'll probably have to stay here for a few more days."