Chapter 3 The Floating Skeleton (I)(11)

Baron, who continued to inspect the body parts, at this moment went out of the prosectorium. Looking at Baron’s expression, I knew he could find no way out about the dismembered-case even if he was resourceful. Although he boasted more than ten years in forensic work, he was also petrified by the present scene that so many young-girl corpses neatly placed on the square. It is the work of forensics who confront cruelty death every day, who suffer from the strong mental stresses.
After a while, there was excitement in Baron’s eyes, which showed that probably Baron found something new. I knew him very well.
 “Quentin, come here, I have an idea.”
I stopped my work at hand, wiped perspirations on my head with my arm and asked, “What’s wrong?”
 “Is there any scientific evidence for deducing the height and age from long bone and pubic bone?”
It seemed absurd when I was suddenly asked whether there is any scientific evidence for calculating the age and the height by means of regression equation.
 “Of course, if not, can we use that so many years, can it deduce so accurately every time?”
 “Ok, tell me, what’s the scientific evidence?” Baron seemed to give me a test.