Throughout the case analysis meeting, everyone has their own tasks, when they merge the information they have into a complete chain of evidence.
I followed all the ideas and felt that the theoretical things I learned in school were really too different from the real work practice.
I learned a lot and followed everyone's chain of evidence and began to analyze the facts of the case in my head.
But just look at the problem from your own point of view, and think about it for yourself.
Everyone here is a veteran criminal policeman, and I don't dare to put it on the table as a milky little girl.
The master listened all the time, playing with a small pendant in his hand, and did not give any analytical advice.
Although Captain Qin didn't ask for Master's opinion, when it came to the main point, he still looked at Master's side.
That's where the status of treatment comes in After the analysis, everyone began to assign work, which has little to do with our forensic medicine.
The forensic doctor and the laboratory are actually one and the same, and the master does not have time when he dissects them, so the tissues that need to be tested are sent back to the laboratory and others to do it.
After the case analysis meeting, Master and I had to go to the laboratory, get the test results, and then provide them to the brothers who were in charge of investigating and arresting people.
After the brothers brought the suspects back, we had to take blood samples from them for further DNA testing.
Only by using evidence can the suspect obediently bow his head and admit his guilt.
After the meeting ended, Master took me directly to the laboratory, and Master had asked me to report from the remaining tablets in the stomach of the deceased who had not yet been dissolved from the past tests, which should have almost come out.
When Master got the test report, his brows furrowed again.
"What's the matter, Master, is there anything wrong?"
"Phenobarbital" "Sleeping pills" "Well, this kind of medicine used to be very common in pharmacies on the market, and it could be bought everywhere, and then it was regulated as a prescription drug, and big pharmacies had to have a doctor's prescription before they could buy it, or the doctor in the hospital could prescribe it directly."
Master took the test sheet and walked to the end of the hallway.
I followed him, not knowing what he was going to do there.
"Since it is a prescription drug, there must be a doctor's prescription, so let's just follow this clue and check it."
"This report can't be used as a clue at all, unless someone is caught."
Master shook his head.
"Why" "Big pharmacies don't sell casually, there are still many small pharmacies that can get the goods through various channels, and those unscrupulous businessmen who are full of copper stench, regardless of whether it is a prescription drug or not, will sell it when they give money" Master stopped at the open window at the end of the hallway and fumbled in his pants pocket.
He actually took out a box of cigarettes, and regardless of what I looked at him, he just took the lighter and lit it.
After two sharp puffs, his frown eased a little more than just now.
"With such a large scope, it is impossible to investigate, there are not so many police forces in the bureau, and who sells the banned drugs themselves, and dares to admit it when the police come to the door" "So, those two little pills don't mean anything, and we can't find any new clues, right" I didn't avoid the smell of smoke, but stood side by side with Master.
"The ingredients of the pill have come out, although it doesn't help us, but there is still a report of gastric solution that has not yet come out, let's wait" Master took two more puffs of cigarette in a row. aa2705221: