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The woman, wearing linen clothes and trousers, ran straight to Jiang Yuzhu in a panic. She was so panicked that she tripped over a stone by the river and staggered.

One of them lost her footing, and the woman fell to the ground, her palms bleeding. She climbed up, but she sprained her ankle and was walking with a limp.

"Good Samaritan, help me!"

After doing several actions in succession, the woman's forehead was sweating. She wiped it with her sleeve. She was still in shock and could not recover for a long time.

"Auntie, don't be impatient. If you have something to say, please speak slowly."

Jiang Yuzhu and Xie Zhao looked at each other. After getting confirmation, she took two steps forward to help the woman and asked patiently, "Although we are passing by, we are also kind-hearted people. If you encounter difficulties, you might as well talk about it." .”

Under normal circumstances, Jiang Yuzhu never meddles in other people's business.

This trip is on the road, and we plan to divert our attention and widen the gap with the caravans that are transporting grain and grass first. There will be no need to waste time on the road.

The woman's request came to her, and it was exactly what she wanted.

Faced with the inquiry, the woman looked disgraced and slowly turned her head to stare at Jiang Yuzhu. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out for a long time.

The woman was anxious, and her face showed some anxiety.

"People from our village..."

Excessively frightened, the woman hesitated and trembled uncontrollably.

Jiang Yuzhu called on the strong Hong Jin to carry the woman on his back and guide the way. She and Xie Zhao followed closely behind with a few men.

The sun sets over the west mountain, the setting sun is like blood, and there is a trace of blood red on the horizon.

Crows were hovering in the air, occasionally emitting shrill screams.

The group of people followed the direction the woman pointed and determined that the woman lived in the surrounding villages.

Inside the official road, there is a gentle mountainous area with lush vegetation.

As we walked further inside, in addition to the smell of wet and rotten vegetation, there was also an inexplicable stench.

As a forensic doctor in her previous life, Jiang Yuzhu knew exactly what this smell meant. She took out a mask from her sleeve pocket and covered her mouth and nose to suppress the overwhelming feeling of vomiting.

Sensing something was wrong, Xie Zhao winked at his men.

The men understood, and immediately pushed aside the grass that was as tall as one person, and took a detour to the village to explore the way.

The woman was still frightened out of her mind. When the village was mentioned, her body trembled violently and she resisted inexplicably.

Apart from her instinctive cry for help, the woman could not say anything else.

After about an hour of burning incense, the group arrived at the entrance of the village.

Different from ordinary villages, there is a small thatched pavilion at the entrance of the village. There is a stone tablet beside the pavilion with the inscription, Xiahe Village.

Xie Zhao stared at the stone tablet with a deep look in his eyes.

Before a group of people could enter the village, several of Xie Zhao's men ran out of the village, and everyone's faces were ashen.

One of them wanted to talk, but couldn't help running to the bushes and making a sound of vomiting.

The stench in the village was so strong that even Xie Zhao, who had always been calm, could not help but frown, feeling quite uncomfortable.

"quack!"

The crows circled low in the sky and scattered, leaving bird droppings on the ground.

The woman finally came to her senses and cried heartbreakingly: "What should I do? The whole village of about a hundred people has been killed by bandits!"

Walking inside, there were corpses lying everywhere on the path leading to the village.

The corpse was soaked in almost dry blood, with eyes staring and bulging eyes, and it was unrelenting.

Strong men, women, old people and even children of several years old have not escaped the poisonous hands.

Such a tragic situation, even people who have been stained with blood all year round, can't say a word and remain silent in response.

Who is it that has such deep hatred and hatred that it would kill innocent and defenseless people?

Among the people in Xiahe Village, some died in their houses, some lay on their sides in the courtyard, and some fell on the way back from farm work.

There was blood everywhere, Xie Zhao frowned and his face became more solemn.

Seeing that the body was cut into two parts, Xie Zhao stepped forward and stood in front of Jiang Yuzhu, held her in his arms and said, "Yuzhu, don't be afraid, everything is a good husband."

Jiang Yuzhu stared blankly at the gloves she bought with her, swallowing the words that shocked Xie Zhao.

This is her area of ​​expertise and she has nothing to fear.

Although it was the first time to see so many corpses, Jiang Yuzhu's heart stopped.

He was so good at it in his previous life that every step of the autopsy seemed to be carved into the bones.

"Yuanhe, I can also protect you."

After thinking about it again and again, Jiang Yuzhu expressed it tactfully, pulled out of Xie Zhao's arms, and stood in front of Xie Zhao.

She used her actions to show that she was not afraid, and by the way, she checked the time of death of the people in the village first, but this move was misunderstood by Xie Zhao.

Xie Zhao suddenly felt moved and sour in his heart, and said quietly: "I have been working for my husband for several years and have taken on countless cases. How can I be afraid of these?"

Here, the woman was already sitting on a big stone, wiping her tears with a handkerchief: "My Cuihua married and gave birth to a child. The village is a day's journey from Xiahe Village. I took the produce from the village to visit Cuihua. Who knows when I will return?" Village, just..."

Everyone is gone!

The woman's men and sons all fell in a pool of blood.

Seeing this scene, she was heartbroken and worried that the bandits would turn around and continue the killing, so she subconsciously ran to the official road to call for help.

"If I hadn't left the village, I would have..."

The woman folded her arms and cried loudly, and finally cried until she couldn't breathe, which showed that she was extremely sad.

Xie Zhao asked about the situation in Xiahe Village, and the woman explained everything in detail.

The afterglow of the setting sun dissipated, and it was already evening.

It was just getting dark and my vision became blurry.

Everyone went to the villagers' houses to find oil lamps and candles for lighting, and continued to count the number of people and prepare to report to the official.

The woman was taken away to rest. Jiang Yuzhu turned over the wounds on several corpses and said, "There is something strange."

Xie Zhao stood on one side with his arms folded, his face extremely calm. He raised the corners of his mouth and whispered softly: "Madam, you noticed it too?"

After preliminary inspection, Jiang Yuzhu said with certainty: "The aunt said that she went to visit her daughter who had just given birth, and the round trip only lasted two days. She was obviously lying."

The couple found a small Buddhist hall in the village and sat on futons to communicate.

Xie Zhao looked around, his eyes fixed on the Buddha statue, and after a while he asked: "How did Madam see it?"

When it comes to the professional field, Jiang Yuzhu replied without any ambiguity: "Normally, rigor mortis will form within half an hour and an hour and a half after death, and will begin to ease in one to two days. If complete relief is achieved, it will It occurs three to seven days after death.”

"Judging from the climate and the decay of the corpses, the entire village was massacred for at least three days, but the aunt insisted on leaving for only two days."

From the spoilage of the food in the room, we can also make a simple judgment. Jiang Yuzhu's calculation will not have any big problems.

"Secondly, when my aunt went to the official road to call for help, why was it determined that bandits were responsible?"

First of all, the time of death of the villagers did not match what the woman said, but what aroused Jiang Yuzhu's suspicion was the bandits mentioned by the woman.

"Yuanhe, the murderer is indeed cruel, but he is a novice."

If Jiang Yuzhu's guess is correct, the order of killing should be from the outside to the inside.

From the moment we entered the village, the wounds of the people who died around them were not smooth enough. Most of them were stabbed several times and eventually bled to death, so they crawled out to call for help.

And along the way, the murderer began to master the skills and became more and more skilled.

"Of course, special circumstances are not ruled out, but the probability is too low."

How much do you believe in the woman's words? Jiang Yuzhu lowered his eyes and waited patiently for Xie Zhao's analysis.