The Delicate Lady Coroner

"The paint to color these gadgets, could it be that this kid had something to play with before he lost?" Wu Xiang finished holding a knife at his waist, "I'll ask him what he was holding before he lost. If the method is stained with paint, then the paint is related to the murderer."

Bo Ruoyou thought the same way, nodded, and Wu Xiang turned and headed to the front hall.

Bo Ruoyou retracted his gaze, then untied Wen Jin's shirt and began to examine it carefully.

Wen Jin has suffered a lot of minor bruises, but there are no more traumatic wounds. It is thin and beautiful with brows. Wen Jin has obviously lost too much blood, but there is no injury on the main bloodline such as neck and wrist. Where, how did the blood on his body bleed out?

Just rely on the soy-sized wound on the sole of the foot?

The wound is on the inner edge of Wen Jin’s foot. Although the wound is small, it is not shallow, but it is far away from the human heart. It is hard to imagine that the wound here can drain the blood of the human body. , And she inspected the wound, it was an injury during her lifetime. When a person is alive, all the wounds will heal on their own. Even if the blood flow does not stop, the blood will become scabs after a while.

Her eyes were getting darker and darker, and she was just thinking about the autopsy, but when she thought of the appearance of the old man and his wife, she felt that the autopsy was mostly extremely difficult. At this moment, she suddenly saw two strange pale colors on Wen Jin's wrist. Bruise.

The two bruises formed into a double ring, separated by three inches wide between them. They were somewhat obvious on his exceptionally pale skin. She found some white vinegar from the cage and carefully applied it to the two bruises. Then he applied it to the limbs, chest and abdomen of the deceased. While waiting, Bo Ruoyou looked at the paint again.

After the water has been drenched for too long, the pigments have softened, and a small mottled red mark is formed on the paper. This is a darker red color than cinnabar. Thin Ruoyou only thinks it is a bit common. For a while, I can’t tell what will be painted on. .

At this time, Wu Xiang came from the front hall and walked in and said: "I asked them about the couple. They said that they lived in this inn for a month. They did buy a few things for the children, but they were all things like wooden horses, windmills, wooden swords and swords. And he took the child to the congee shed and the market that day, and he never took anything to play with. This young master was not easy to give birth to, and Mrs. Wen was at the root of his illness. There is a close-to-the-body mother to look after him, and he will never get dirty in his nails."

Wu Xiang finished speaking in one breath, and said confidently: "The couple is sure that this thing must have been stained on the outside, and I went to their room to take a look. The wooden horses and windmills they bought for their children are indeed colored. One is the lacquer, and the paint on the other does not match the color found in the nails. I just tried it and it was not easy to buckle."

"This is also a problem." Bo Ruoyou said with gaze: "Ordinary good objects are made of colored paint, which is not easy to fall off. However, if the paint is used, it will not fall off if you touch it, unless the craftsman makes it rough. ."

Wu Xiang's eyes rolled, "Could it be the small objects hawked at the market? Looking at the colorful objects, they are all shoddy and shoddy. And if they went to the market that day, could it be the children who bought the things by themselves? ...Is the murderer seduced with gadgets?"

Bo Ruoyou didn't have any clues for the time being, and only asked: "Have you ever asked if they had any enemies?"

Wu Xiang shook his head, "I asked the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper said that the Wen family believes in Buddhism. They treat people very kindly, and they spend more than a month in the store. They are also very generous in their shots. The store is very considerate to them. The young man is also very well-behaved and sensible. On weekdays, they don’t go to the temple to pray for blessings. The young master is taken by the mother and plays with the little servants. The guys in the shop like to tease him. The guys in the shop also asked about it today. As the shopkeeper said, I sent someone to find a few guests who had stayed at this inn before, and they all said that the Wen family was very kind. pity."

If you only stayed in the store for a day or two, you can still cover it up, but this time the Wen family lived for more than a month, and the words in the store were enough to prove that there was no fraud. Bo Ruoyou frowned and looked at the dead body, suspicious in his heart. .

"Such a harmful method is indeed not like ordinary revenge." After a slight pause, Bo Ruoyou still couldn't help asking: "Maybe a post-mortem?"

Wu Xiang's face was embarrassed, and Bo Ruoyou said: "Although it is inferred that he died from excessive blood loss, it is still difficult to make a determination just by looking at the autopsy. You can only be sure after an autopsy."

Wu Xiang sighed, "Don’t say it’s an autopsy. I just said that they would not send the child’s body back to Yizhuang. They said that places like that would damage the child’s remains. They also wanted to put the child in a coffin as soon as possible. Mourning hall."

Bo Ruoyou didn't sound surprised, "No matter, I'll check it out again."

When the scars on his neck appeared, Bo Ruoyou checked the deceased’s mouth, nose, head and face again. The strange thing was that there was still no trauma, but bruises were rare. Bo Ruoyou said quietly, "After going to the small town at the foot How many roads are there in the mountains?"

Wu Xiang hurriedly said: "Three roads, either go around the back mountain from the east, or go around the back mountain from the west, or enter the Xiangguo Temple, and then go down from the west gate of the Xiangguo Temple. These three-day roads are around the foot of the mountain. The fastest, but even so, it will take half an hour to walk, and the place where the body is found is not at the foot of the back mountain, but in the woodland halfway down the mountain. He, a child, can never climb halfway down the mountain by himself."

After Wu Xiang finished speaking, he also thought of the unreasonable place, "If the murderer wants to take a child to such a far place, how can he not be discovered? Even if it is coaxing, the child will be afraid if he is too far away from his parents There may be no struggle at all, but there are very few injuries on his body."

Bo Ruoyou thought for a moment with biting eyes, and a sharp light flashed under his eyes, "It's not impossible, if you use sacks or cages to pack your child...it's just that the child will cry bitterly, and that day he will give porridge to Xiangguo Temple. On Japan, it is impossible to take the child away among the many tourists. I have checked that there are no bruises or abrasions in his mouth. It is not like being gagged."

Wu Xiang couldn't understand, he grabbed a handful of hair in an anxious manner, "Could it be... someone the child knows? First take the child away with this trust, and then leave the sight of everyone before he is taken away."

Bo Ruoyou's eyes lit up slightly, "It's not impossible." After a pause, she asked again: "There is another crucial place. Where he found his body, shouldn't you find a lot of blood?"

When Bo Ruoyou heard Wu Xiang talk about the case, he did not emphasize that there was a lot of blood in the place where the body was found. Therefore, even if there is blood, it will never go to a terrifying place. Sure enough, Wu Xiang nodded and said: " Yes, I never found out that when Hou Yang came in the morning, he sent someone to the place where the body was found. It was just that there were no traces of snow falling. Later, I asked the master of Xiangguo Temple and they said there was no blood there..."

"Then, the place where he was murdered is not in the back mountain, but somewhere else." Bo Ruoyou calmly said. She turned her eyes to look at the clothes that had fallen from the side. The deceased's clothes were made of green bamboo and satin. The interlayer long gown with complex and gorgeous decorations is only now covered with mud, which covers the traces that might have been left.

Wu Xiang also said: "Furthermore, Hou Shan did not find his lost shoes and socks. Now it is snowing. When the snow stops, I will send someone to look for it."

Bo Ruoyou nodded and looked carefully at the clothes in his hands. After going through it several times, he finally found a trace on the hem of the gown. The brown mud was shaken off as it dried, but there was something underneath. A piece of uncovered dirt, Bo Ruoyou carefully scraped off that piece of dirt, Wu Xiang stepped forward and said, "It's also paint?"

The colors and shapes are indeed similar. Thin Ruoyou did not answer. She dipped in water to try again, and found that it was difficult to blend into the water. Soon, she tightened her brows and said, "It's wax, it's red wax——"

Red wax? Wu Xiang subconsciously said: "The red candle used for worship at Xiangguo Temple?"

"It's very likely." Bo Ruoyou remembered that on the way Shicai came, almost every shop sold incense candles. "The candle was rubbed on his robe. The place where he was murdered was mostly where the incense candle was lit... "

Wu Xiang felt even more weird when he heard it, "Don't say it's in the Buddhist hall..."

Bo Ruoyou shook his head, "This should be impossible. People from Xiangguo Temple come and go, and they harm people in the temple. It's too easy to be discovered."

Wu Xiang said again: "Either someone's house has a place of worship."

Bo Ruoyou went to see Wen Jin's corpse. After half an hour, the scars on his chin and collarbone really showed more, but Bo Ruoyou was thinking, "Ordinary murder, whether for money or hatred, always ask for He was clean and neat, leaving no traces, but this time the murderer treated a child like this. He lost most of his blood, but he died because of the blood. The murderer was distorted and wanted to watch a child die alive, or he wanted what he wanted. Is this child's blood?"

"Do you want human blood? What do you want human blood to do?" Wu Xiang's scalp numb for a while.

Bo Ruoyou looked at the waxy star again, and shook his head, "I don't know either."

After she finished speaking, she preserved the wax and pigments, and went to see the wounds on Wen Jin's wrist. At this time, she found that the scars were not only circular, but there were also many flaky bruises on the skin that was three inches wide in the middle. , And the closer it is to the palm of the hand, the more serious it is, and the two ring-shaped scars are also more serious near the wrist.

Bo Ruo fainted her brows and eyes, and her mind turned quickly. At a certain moment, she straightened up suddenly, "I know how he died."

Wu Xiang wondered, "Isn't it bleeding to death?"

"It is indeed blood loss, but it is not as easy to lose too much blood to die from a small injury." She glanced at the deceased with pity, "He was hanged by someone, and he opened a hole in the blood on the inside of his foot. In this way, the blood from the body flows out from the soles of the feet."

Wu Xiang's heart was horrified when he heard it, "This... can this be really done? This wound is so small!"

Bo Ruo coolly said: "I didn't want to understand at the beginning, but I suddenly thought that the uprising father taught me some medical skills, saying that there are two main veins in the human body, which arise from the heart cavity and extend to the whole body. These two veins. The end is on the foot, and one of them is where he was injured. This wound was not done randomly, but broke through the blood. It seems to be insignificant, but if you hang the dead, the blood will not stop. The ring-shaped scar on his wrist is not a rope mark, but a lenient thing resembling a shackle."

Wu Xiang became more and more disbelieved, "Knock the child away, bleed it, and still hang it up in shackles for bleeding... This... what is the murderer going to do? Is it possible to take the child's blood? Can human blood? What are you doing? No one likes cannibalism, right?"

The blood of livestock is edible, but I have never heard that human blood is edible. A layer of goose bumps appeared on Wu Xiang’s arm. But thinking of the earlier case of strangling and skinning the girls, he felt any absurdity and horror. Everything can happen.

Bo Ruoyou didn't rush to deny his guess, but said: "I don't know what the murderer is going to do, but his mental goals are extraordinary. This time, we have encountered difficulties again."

The unidentified culprit's manual machine lost its direction and the more difficult it was to solve the case. Wu Xiang also felt at a loss.

The two were thinking silently, and the sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded outside, Bo Ruoyou turned his eyes to look out the window, and saw that the heavy snow that had been blowing earlier had stopped at this time, and the sky broke through the clouds, reflecting a dazzling sparkle. .

It was noon when they arrived early in the morning, and there was a delay in the post-mortem examination. If it was sunny at this moment, the sun would already be slanting. Unfortunately, the post-mortem didn’t get much, and the inn had many visitors, and the Wen family often went in and out of Xiangguo Temple. They have beaten the person they face and don't know where they are, and many clues will depend on the government officials.

"The time of death should be the late night of the eleventh when he lost. The weather has changed in the past few days. The exact time will not be broken, but it will not be the day of the twelfth. The wound on the foot is pierced by a thin blade, but any sharp sharp Thin weapons can be used, but the murder weapon is difficult to determine for a while, and the place where he was killed is now only the waxy clue, which is really difficult to understand. What is even more strange is that I don’t know how he was taken away at the moment. , The murderer will also take him to a bloodletting place. After he is murdered, he will also quietly take the corpse out. This will come and go, all to be covered, especially at first he will cry and make trouble. Any carelessness will be discovered."

Bo Ruoyou pondered for a moment and said: "The murderer should be familiar with the terrain here, and familiar with the blood vessels and meridians of the person. He should have a little understanding of medical theory and have a way to bring Wen Jin out quietly. You can focus on the investigation. Those who come and go, after the murder, he will go to the back mountain to throw his corpse. On the night of eleventh, he must be alone, but once he goes out, he is very likely to be seen."

With that said, Wu Xiang already knows in his heart, "I understand that I want to take people to Xiangguo Temple, and then visit the town. It's getting late at the moment, and I will ask someone to send you back to Beijing? Otherwise? I want to stay here for one night tonight."

Bo Ruoyou looked out the window, knowing that it was a long way back to Beijing, and that it would be useless to not be able to autopsy more corpses, so he nodded, "I have worked hard to catch my head, and I will think about it again if I think of anything again. "

Wu Xiang responded, and when she recovered Wen Jin's legacy, put away the cage and cleaned her hands, she called a government official to **** Bo Ruoyou back to Beijing, and went out of the inn with her to watch her get on the carriage.

Saying goodbye to everyone, the carriage returned along the long street of the town. The heavy snow had stopped. The shops and inns that were originally closed were all opened. There were also many tourists on the long street. Some shops put out the case of selling incense candles. , Faintly can hear some screams.

Bo Ruoyou lifted the curtain to take a look, and then he dropped the curtain and leaned on the carriage to rest up her mind. As she carefully calculated what was missing, a few clear nursery rhymes entered the carriage.

"...Four irons, four flower needles are good for picking."

"Five iron five, five zongzi for the Dragon Boat Festival..."

The nursery rhyme that Bo Ruoyou had only heard in the city with a heart move, did not expect to have it outside the city, but the songbook is also passed on by word of mouth, which is not weird, but she was moved by the children’s crisp voice and thought of it coldly. Wen Jin, who was lying on the case, felt more pity in her heart. She opened the curtain again, and she saw five children not far away sing nursery rhymes in a circle.

There are dozens of sentences in this nursery rhyme according to the number. Each of the five children seems to be ordering. The carriage walks slowly on the long street. Bo Ruoyou has been watching the children say every sentence, and it can be passed to his back. When he was holding her child, the child suddenly lost his voice, as if he had never spoken, but seeing his clapping hands and shaking his brain, Bo Ruoyou felt him reading again.

She felt strange in her heart and couldn’t help staring at the child. At this moment, the sound of the carriage passing by the bluestone slab alarmed several children. They all looked at her, and the child with his back to her also turned around. In an instant, Bo Ruoyou's pupils shrank.

A ghost mask with scarlet fangs was on the child's face.

His mouth and nose were covered, only a pair of eyes emerged from the holes in the black mask, Bo Ruoyou's heart tightened, and he quickly stopped the carriage.