Those years when I hunted demons in Dali Temple

Chapter 268 Wounds
"There is also the wound on his forehead, which is not consistent with the situation that Patriarch Yuan said. You said that he got up at night, walked around the steps alone, and finally came to the pond. Because the pond is always wet and slippery, there are plants like moss. , Yuan Dalang accidentally stepped on it, stumbled and hurt his forehead, became dizzy, fell into the pond and drowned."

"There is one biggest difference between wounds during life and after death. Before a person dies completely, there will be a healing process. Therefore, what Yuan Dalang experienced in the wound before his death will remain in the wound and grow as a part of the body. At the same time, it will be clear after a careful inspection. If it is a wound after death, the body will no longer have this special healing wound, and there will be no more blood gushing out—"

"Yuan Dalang's injuries are consistent with his injuries during his lifetime, and his drowning was also caused during his lifetime—"

"In this case, my son's death is not suspicious, and there is no need for further investigation—" Yuan Qingbai snatched her words, if not for lack of strength, several people suspected that he would swing the cover on the ground until it was tightly covered, and then swing it It's my son in the coffin, and no one wants to move.

Dao thought about it, the old man was really so cowardly that he didn't even have the courage to expose the truth, but what about others, everyone has their own ambitions, helping the deceased to find out the cause of death, and fulfilling her wish is the purpose of her trip, "If Yuan Dalang is really me If he fell down and fell into the pond again, the cause of his death is naturally unsuspecting. However, the servants of the Yuan family could not predict the ground where he fell, and cleaned up the ground in advance, even the pond. -"

Yuan Buqu was overwhelmed by his grandfather's 'magnificent feat'. Hearing the words at this time, his mind became more confused, as if he had heard everything, but he didn't hear another word, "What does Daofu mean by saying that?"

Not to mention his muttering, Yuan Qingbai was a little confused.

"According to what you said, Yuan Dalang's wound will be in a different situation. If he fell on a stone, then there must be some special gravel in the wound, such as moss growing by the pond, or something like moss. The top of the human head is extremely hard, and there are many stones that can pierce the top of the head, and there will be many things left in the wound. These were created during life, and no matter how they are cleaned, they will leave traces."

"But his wound is so clean that there isn't even such a small piece of gravel." Daoyi gestured with her fingers to an extremely exaggerated size, almost invisible to the naked eye. She pointed to the hole on Yuan Dalang's forehead, "Temple Minister, please take a look. The deceased's wound is about half an inch wide, one inch long, and more than two inches deep. It almost penetrates the back of the head. The thing that hurt him is a round, smooth and hard thing, about six and a half inches long."

She seemed puzzled and said, "If you look at the shape of the wound, it doesn't look like it was bruised on a stone, but more like a hard object like a candlestick. Seeing no way, it can be said that he fell down by himself, such a deep wound, according to the nature of the deceased, he probably couldn't do it."

Yuan Qingbai's face turned pale instantly, and his old figure was even more crumbling.

Yuan Buqu gritted his teeth, and stepped forward to support the old man, "Ah Weng, I'm sorry, but I must seek justice for Aye!"

Wang Xuanzhi already knew that the time had come, "Patriarch Yuan, the traces on the edge of the pond can be verified as soon as they are checked. There is an autopsy to prove it. I don't think it will take much time for Yuan Tang's death to be completed. Dabai."

He guessed again: "The murderer is not the Yuan family. If it is a member of the family, you can deal with it yourself. Why do you need to say that Yuan Tang died in an accident? If you know anything, please tell me everything and give your son justice."

This person stands upright like a pine and cypress, and sits like an ancient bell in a thousand-year-old temple. Looking at this charm, Yuan Qingbai sighed. He couldn't even protect his son's life.

Why!He thought he was wrong, very wrong.

Yuan Buqu supported the old man, and felt that he seemed to want to straighten his back, so he used his body to share most of the strength for the old man, and the burden on his body was relieved. The cause of his death was only due to guesswork and fear, so he dared not let his family investigate carefully, if he hadn't been unyielding and ran out to find you, even this guess, I wouldn't reveal a word."

Wang Xuanzhi beckoned, "Unyielding little lord, do me a favor, that's great, this little brother likes the scenery of the Yuan Mansion very much, but she has never been there before, and doesn't know the way to the Yuan Mansion, can you take her out for a walk again. "

Yuan Buqu hesitated and nodded, "Okay!"

Daoyi rolled his eyes in secret, there was no excuse for rotten teeth, it was just something she just made up for being late.Also, since the Yuan Mansion has a new funeral, you let the master of the family take you to the garden, this is something that can only be done with a lot of heart.

"Okay, Siqing, Mr. Unyielding and I are going to visit the garden first," she responded kindly and urged Yuan Buqun at the same time, "Let's go, let's go, I remember passing a flower garden just now, and there is a flower in it. The flowers are bright red, pick them off and don't put them on Siqing, oh no, it's on the head of a bad guy, it must be suitable for both people and flowers—"

Wang Xuanzhi clenched his hands folded behind his back, and he coughed lightly, "Patriarch Yuan can't help but speak up."

Yuan Qingbai said 'ah', and then said 'oh', and then he recalled the thoughts from what he had just heard, the small scorpion in Dali Temple is too bold now, although the male hairpin is rare, "The thing is like this, Siqing But I still remember the Tiangong Pavilion congratulating Mr. Xiaolang—”

"Do you suspect that this matter has something to do with Zuo Silang He Jie?" Seeing the other party, Wang Xuanzhi still didn't dare to speak, "Did you ever see a bad guy tonight? I sent him to the Sun's house to find out the news—"

The most difficult part has been said, and it will not be difficult for Yuan Qingbai to speak again.

"Since the arson case of Kaigong Pavilion spread, our two families were frightened to death. I never thought that He Zuo Silang would come to the door in person. He came to apologize to us, claiming that he didn't know about He Xiaolang who oppressed my son. Now he has This encounter is also a matter of fate, let us not keep it in our hearts—"

Wang Xuanzhi thought that when he was in Tiangong Pavilion, this person's behavior was not like this, the "lucky star" at home was gone, if not for the people from Dali Temple, he would have had a fit of anger between the two of them on the spot, what would have happened afterwards.

"Ever since he came, my son has been suspicious all day long, saying that He Zuo Silang hated them and would kill him and Sun Erlang—" Yuan Qingbai felt a little regretful when he said this, he shouldn't If you don't care, maybe Tang'er won't die.

"What is the basis for your son's statement?" Wang Xuanzhi asked after pondering for a moment.

　I feel so sleepy every day. It was Lixia yesterday, and I obviously feel that the spring sleepiness is accompanied by summer fatigue. .

　　The great wisdom of the ancestors~

　　
　
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