Datang Coroner

Chapter 77 Jigsaw Puzzle

The cool night breeze passed through the hollow of the skull, whimpering and taking away the last trace of temperature above.

Fu Shiyi rubbed his hands together: "Start work!"

Others: You don't want this relaxed look!That's a human head!head!Be serious!Be serious!

Li Changbo coughed, took a step forward, and took a closer look.

Xu Shuangyu was even more exaggerated, she squeezed directly beside Fu Shiyi, stretched her neck and stared intently.

Zhong Yuehan pulled him aside with a dark face, and his eyes did not move.

Fu Shiyi didn't wear his signature gloves today.

So the slender white fingers were in stark contrast to the slightly yellowish skull.

Fu Shiyi held up the skull calmly, and looked at the opponent's eyes with only two black holes left.

Focus.

Fu Shiyi was very focused.

Focused enough to make people feel in a trance: Could this be her lover?

Fu Shiyi put down the skull and began to look at the fragments.

Only then did everyone come to their senses, and then they were deeply ashamed of their thoughts.

"Do you want to try it?" Fu Shi asked Xu Shuangyu with his head turned.

Xu Shuangyu was eager to try: "What are you doing?"

"Jigsaw puzzle." Fu Shiyi pointed at the broken bones, "See if you can put them together."

Only the nostrils were smashed in this skull.Most of them are still intact, so it's good for Xu Shuangyu to practice.

Xu Shuangyu obviously wanted to agree, but Zhong Yuehan said: "The case is important."

Fu Shi shrugged, and looked at Xu Shuangyu regretfully: "Okay then."

It took half a quarter of an hour for Fu Shiyi to pick up the first piece of fragments, to finally put together a large piece of bone and insert it into the skull.

This speed...

Fu Shiyi put the assembled skull back on the table, "Look at the cracks on the skull, there are many broken places. And the patterns are radial patterns. It can be seen that it was smashed down with great force, and the murder weapon was not sharp. But it's not too big--"

"It should be smashed a lot. The purpose is to disfigure. Or hatred."

Li Changbo pondered for a long time, "You mean, the murderer has great hatred for the dead."

"Yes. If it's just disfigurement, you can use a knife or burn it. He chose the most laborious."

The skull is very hard, and it takes a lot of effort to smash it like this.

And also smashed a lot.

Fu Shiyi pointed out the traces to Li Changbo: "Look at the dense traces, it has been smashed at least seven or eight times."

Li Changbo carefully identified it, but he didn't have a clue—he was inexperienced, so he couldn't tell.

Zhong Yuehan reminded: "The sooner the portrait comes out, the sooner the real culprit can be caught."

Fu Shi took a look at Zhong Yuehan: "No rush."

Fu Shiyi looked carefully at the bone fracture mark on the back of the head again: "This bump on the back of the head should not be too big. It is inferred and disfigured by the same thing."

After saying this, she took a step back and picked up the paper and pen she had prepared earlier.

To be honest, skull restoration is a long process.

The skull should be drawn first, and then continue to draw the outer outline.

Everyone stared at Fu Shiyi's drawing paper with bated breath.

After a full hour, Fu Shi Yi was considered completed.

Because the draft was too messy, she copied it again before handing it to Li Changbo.

Before Li Changbo took it, Xu Shuangyu exclaimed: "Isn't this Ding Daomei!"

Fu Shiyi sighed: "Yes. It's him."

Li Changbo took the drawing paper over, looked at it carefully, and finally said something unrelated to the case: "It's very similar. It's amazing."

Li Changbo boasted very seriously.

Fu Shiyi suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "General, general."

Xu Shuangyu also joined in the fun, and the baby's face was full of surprise: "How is this so ordinary? It's simply amazing!"

Zhong Yuehan, who was still unconvinced before, rarely said at this time: "It is indeed a magical skill."

There was a little fanaticism in his eyes: "If everyone knows this, how many old bones can be identified—"

Fu Shi took a look at Zhong Yuehan, and bluntly pierced the fig leaf: "Do you want to learn?"

Zhong Yuehan blushed: ...I think so.

Xu Shuangyu had already grasped Fu Shiyi's sleeve, adored her face: "How about you accept me as your apprentice——"

Zhong Yuehan shouted: "Have you forgotten the precepts from your ancestors?"

Only then did Xu Shuangyu calm down.

According to the rules of Wuzuo, a person can only learn from one person in his life.

In fact, it's not just the work, but all walks of life.

One person can only learn from one person.

Fu Shiyi sighed inwardly: the reason why many ancient skills will eventually be gradually lost is because of this concept.A person can only learn from one teacher, and the first thing he can learn is limited.And if you are a master, you still think that if you teach apprentices and starve the master to death, you will usually keep one hand... Wouldn't it be over in the end?

Fu Shiyi simply shook his head: "This is a pedantic way of thinking. If there is a school for you, you go to class, just like the current scientific examination. There are so many types, and the teachers for each subject are different. What do you say? ?”

Zhong Yuehan was so stunned that he was speechless, and in the end he could only blushed and argued: "I have never heard of it before! How can it be confused?!"

Fu Shiyi asked him back: "Why can't they be confused?"

Zhong Yuehan couldn't make sense anymore, anyway, he was stubborn: "Just don't confuse them!"

Xu Shuangyu's baby face wrinkled into a ball, looking at this and that, busy like a spinning top in the middle: "Brother calm down, Miss Fu calm down—it's a big deal, don't quarrel..."

Xu Shuangyu looked at Li Changbo begging for help.

But Li Changbo remained motionless, meditating on his own.

Fu Shiyi drank softly at this time: "If good things are not passed on down, and if more people are not allowed to learn to know them, they will die sooner or later!"

"Since ancient times, the works have been handed down by word of mouth, how come there is no dating?" Zhong Yue said with a cold face, and his tone was not good.

Fu Shiyi asked: "How many apprentices does your master have?"

Zhong Yuehan: "Three!"

"The three of you combined, do you dare to say that you have learned all the skills of your master?" When Fu Shiyi said this, he glanced at Xu Shuangyu.

Zhong Yuehan choked, and wanted to speak several times, but finally shut up dejectedly.

"If one day, there is an accident. You die before you have time to take care of your apprentice. Xu Shuangyu and your other senior brother also die. Tell me, is your line broken?"

Fu Shiyi sneered: "Even if they all live to their seventies and eighties? When you pass on to your disciples, you keep one hand, and your disciples can pass on even less things, right? So back and forth——"

"Xu Shuangyu has learned the most. He may be able to pass it all on to his son, but what if one day he doesn't have a son here?!"

Xu Shuangyu didn't persuade her any more, and thought about this question in a daze.

He had never thought about this question since he was a child.But when his father was teaching things, he used to secretly teach some deeper things behind the back of his brothers, and told him several times, "This is a secret that cannot be passed on, and it can only be passed on to the son."

He never thought it was wrong, and even took it for granted.

　Add even more every day~ I can add it in one breath, I can't write so much in a day~ After all, I am a lazy baby.Hahaha~

　　

　

(End of this chapter)