Reborn as a high-cold Buddhist concubine of fishing style

The main room was busy, and several assistants circled the corpse to check back and forth, without raising their heads, and turned a blind eye to the decaying corpse smell floating in the room, as if they could not smell it at all.

Even though the climate in Mobei is dry, which is good for the preservation of corpses, but in such a hot weather, it has been nearly ten hours since Wu Zuo guessed that Wang Yun died, so one can imagine the taste at this moment.

Yin Shu raised his eyes to look at Yigui, and found that he was holding a square handkerchief tightly covering his mouth and nose, and he was watching the workers squatting there busy without blinking.

He was tall and indifferent, as if the person who came to the scene of the murder to supervise the work was not Mr. Li, but him, and there was a sense of majesty at that stop, which could not help but make people feel awe.

"Little master, the smell here is really disgusting." Yin Shu frowned, raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and said with a buzzing sound, "Just now, my stomach was about to roll out .”

Hearing this, Yigui raised his eyes and looked at him, but did not comment, but reached out and took out another handkerchief from his bosom, and handed it over.

"Oh, it smells so good!" Yin Shu stretched out his hand to take it, smelling the faint fragrance of herbs and acacia on it, and said slowly in a voice that only two people could hear, "Little Master, do you know that the green shirt is easy to get wet?" , red silk with tears', if a woman gives these two things to others, it is her heart. Talking about Fengyue?"

While speaking, Yin Shu raised his eyebrows slightly, and then a smile appeared on his cheeks, and his eyes also curved up.

Yin Shu has beautiful eyes, especially when she smiles, she seems to be able to hold the moon in her eyes.No one can escape the tenderness in those eyebrows.

But Yigui didn't seem to understand what he said, seeing that he didn't answer, he had to stop and put the handkerchief back.

"Little master is really stingy. If you don't talk, don't talk. Don't you give me the handkerchief?" Yin Shu hooked her long and slender fingers, and brought the handkerchief over, covering her mouth and nose tightly, leaving only two Eyes that looked like amused glances, blinked at Yigui.

Then Yin Shu went to ask the gangsters: "Did you take the body down from here?" He raised his eyes to look at the beam, it was a thick piece of agarwood wood, and it could be seen that a thick layer of dust had accumulated, but There is a place in the middle that has been polished to a shiny finish.

Yin Shu raised his foot and kicked a piece of hemp rope thrown on the ground. He must have been tied to this rope and hung on the beam of the house.

"Don't move!" The black-faced worker who had been bowing his head for the autopsy suddenly uttered a voice, his voice was very hoarse due to long-term smoking of dry tobacco, and it was even more deterrent.

"Huh? Are you talking about me?" Yin Shu stopped the movement of his foot, which was still hanging in the air, twisted it slightly, and said in a rather dissatisfied tone, "Why, you are allowed to move the things in this room , won’t I be allowed to move?”

"I'm the coordinator, and I'm in charge of examining the corpses here." The black face got up, and looked around Yin Shu very rudely, "Who are you?"

Yin Shu stood still and said with a light smile, "Yo, isn't this 'the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple'? I'm just like you, I'm also a person who handles cases for the yamen. If you don't believe me, just ask the person outside the door." He raised his chin and pointed to Master Li who was squinting at the room.

Jiang Yuzuo glanced outside the door and said nothing more. The expression on Hei's face looked unconvinced, but he didn't speak to stop him. He looked displeased and continued to work.

"My lord, it was taken from above." The young man with a round face said to Yin Shu, squatting and looking up, "Master asked us to take it together."

This round face looked very enthusiastic, unlike Jiang Yuzuo's other apprentices who just worked with their heads down. Seeing Yin Shu had a problem, he simply handed over the work in hand to others and stood up.

"The beams in this room are so high." Yin Shu glanced at the corpse on the ground, pointed to Yigui next to him, and said, "The deceased must be about the same height as him. How did you guys bring him down?"

Yigui's eyes also fell on the corpse on the ground, his expression remained the same, and he didn't seem to feel anything wrong with Yin Shu comparing him with a corpse.

"There's a wooden stool over there." Round Face pointed to an upturned stool in the corner of the room and said, "I stood on it, and then they helped me." Round Face made an embracing motion, "Here, like So, take it down and put it on the ground.”

"At that time, the rope was strangled half an inch above his Adam's apple." As he spoke, his round face made a gesture on his neck: "Well... it's probably here."

Yin Shu turned his head to look at the dead body on the ground, and sure enough, there was a deep strangle mark on the neck.

The round face continued: "But it stands to reason. When strangled in this position, the root of the tongue of the hanged person will be pushed back to the pharynx, and the teeth should be tightly closed, biting the tip of the tongue." He said and made a Clenching of teeth.

"But when I saw the deceased, his mouth was slightly open. It didn't look like he had hanged himself."

Yin Shu nodded slightly.

Seeing that no one interrupted, the round face continued: "Secondly, there are clothes. The body fluids of the dead, such as saliva, blood, and even urine, will flow out of the body unconsciously after being squeezed. But there is nothing on the clothes of the dead. Traces of freshness."

Sure enough, the robes on the upper body of the corpse had been taken off by the clerks, and it could be seen that it was moon white, made of silk, and the material was very elegant.

The whole robe is indeed very clean, except for some wrinkles, there are no other stains.

Yin Shu changed his hand and covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief: "Then you first saw the color of the rope groove under the deceased's neck, did you pay attention?"

"Yes." The round face pondered for a while, "It's a taupe mark, lighter in color than the other hanged victims."

Generally speaking, due to the great pressure on the neck of the hanged victim, the scars should be purplish red, not grayish brown. Therefore, after preliminary identification by the authors, there is no doubt that Wang Yun committed homicide.

"Xiao Wu, why are you talking so much!" Jiang Yuzuo sounded very displeased, "Hurry up and help!"

The round-faced Zuo Zuo, who was called Xiao Wu, wanted to talk at first, but when he heard the master's words, he stuck out his tongue at Yin Shu, shrank his neck and slipped back to work immediately.

"By the way," Yin Shu asked those foremen again, seemingly unintentionally, "Who found the body first this morning?"

As soon as Xiao Wu wanted to speak, Jiang Wuzuo shot him a sharp eye and immediately silenced him.

Seeing that there was no answer in the room for a long time, Yin Shu cast his eyes outside the door, and saw Master Li's expression of reluctance, but he was obviously still afraid of returning, so he had to pick the key points and said impatiently: "The widow, surnamed Fan, is from this family. Neighbor."

After hearing this, Yin Shu raised his eyebrows, and began to wander around the room again, as if he was visiting some interesting market instead of being at the scene of a murder.

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