"Maybe. Wait and see."

Jiang Yuan hung up the phone, picked up the shoulder blade of corpse No. 1 again, looked at it over and over for a while, and recalled the photo of Liu Hongbing in his mind, and said: "It looks quite consistent. The height and age are consistent.

Occupational injuries also qualify.”

The scapula is a triangular-shaped bone that looks like a shovel. Ancient people used the scapula to make hoes.

When buying meat in the north, the triangular bone connected to the tube bone is always sold by butchers together with the tube bone, which is the shoulder blade.

Its functions and so on have been studied very thoroughly, and Jiang Yuan has a lot of basis for judgment.

Wang Lan coughed twice and said, "Let's do something else first. There is always a problem with leaks in the house when it rains all night."

Several people in the autopsy room remained silent, and continued to work on corpse No. 2. When it was almost completed, Tang Jia called, and his voice was filled with joy:

"Team Jiang, we won the match. Based on the DNA extracted from the hair left by Liu Hongbing's family when they reported the crime, the corpse dug up in the park was confirmed to belong to Liu Hongbing."

Jiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and said: "As long as we win the competition, I'll call Team Huang. You guys can sort out the report."

"What about the last DNA report?" Tang Jia asked.

"It doesn't matter, just sort it out together."

"Isn't that contradictory?"

"It's just that we don't support that Liu Hongbing is his son's biological father, and it's not inconsistent with the conclusion of the second report." Jiang Yuan hung up the phone after saying that.
Chapter completed!