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Chapter 12
While struggling, a voice came: "Don't move, I'll take you ashore!"

Jiang Youzhi was held by someone's waist and raised to the surface of the water. She coughed and choked up a few sips of water, her throat was so sore that it hurt every time she took a breath.

After landing on the shore, Jiang Youzhi looked at the person in front of him in shock, and it turned out to be Song Zheng.

But inadvertently, she found that the pocket just now had been washed far away by the water, and if she didn't salvage it, it might be difficult to find it.

Then he shouted anxiously in a hoarse voice: "Master Song, there is something wrong with that pocket!"

Song Zheng immediately understood her intentions, and jumped into the river without hesitation. After a while, he dragged the bag ashore.

Jiang Youzhi stepped forward, and saw that there were grievance-locking charms drawn all over the pocket. Song Zheng saw that these characters were rather strange, and he was a little puzzled and said, "It seems that they are all spells."

Jiang Youzhi shook his head and said, "It's not a spell, it's a resentment-locking talisman in the sect, which is used to block obsessive and evil things, so as to prevent its resentment from harming the world."

As she spoke, she cut a slit in the pocket with a knife, and a rotten stench came over her.

Opening the pocket, a dead body suddenly appeared inside. Because of being soaked in river water, it was a little swollen and white, especially the legs, which were very swollen and headless.

Song Zheng was the Dali Temple Minister, and when he saw this scene, he also began to check: "This person died within ten hours, and there was no blunt instrument wound, nor was there any trace of abuse."

Suddenly, a large number of guards surrounded him. Seeing that Jiang Youzhi was puzzled, Song Zheng said: "Today, I came to investigate the case of prisoner Guyuan. I met a girl who fell into the water, but now that this body is found, it may be a deliberate murder by the murderer." Please, please go down with me to Dali Temple."

Jiang Youzhi stood up knowingly, bowed slightly and said: "Thank you for your rescue, Sir, Youzhi will follow you."

When she arrived at Dali Temple, she felt much warmer after drinking a few cups of hot tea. As soon as she explained the situation to Si Zhi, she saw Song Zheng coming out of the room.

She got up and said: "I have seen Mr. Song, I wonder if you can let me have a look at that corpse again."

Song Zheng obviously stopped in his tracks, the woman in front of him had slightly disheveled hair, her steamy clothes stuck to her waist, and her skin was like fine suet white jade.

Charming by nature, her pale face was a little sickly and weak.

Stepping on it in two steps makes people feel itchy.

He nodded and said, "Okay."

Entering a small autopsy room, there are extremely simple furnishings inside, some props are placed on wooden shelves, and there is an autopsy table in the middle, and the corpse lying on it.

Song Zheng looked at the calm woman in front of him, and couldn't help thinking, if an ordinary woman saw this horrific scene, she would probably be frightened to death, but this one in front of her is courageous and courageous.

Jiang Youzhi put on a pair of white cloth gloves, and immediately removed the cloth from the corpse. Before the old butler handed her the ginger slices on the wooden tray, she waved her hand and refused.

The old Wu Zuo quickly grabbed a piece and put it in his mouth, he couldn't help sighing in his heart, this girl is not afraid of hysteria at night.

During the observation interval, Jiang Youzhi frowned and turned around and said, "Destroy that saponaria atractylodes."

After a while, she said: "The deceased woman is about twenty years old, about four feet eight inches in length, and the body of the corpse is yellow and purple. She must have been dead for five days."

The scribe was behind her, taking notes quickly.

"The smell of the dead body is mixed with the smell of grass black powder. It should be that before death, he took a large amount of Mongolian perspiration medicine, lost consciousness, and his head was cut off with a long knife. There were no other signs of trauma or abuse. It should be that there was no conflict or fight with the murderer before his death."

She walked along the severed neck of the corpse, and noticed a bruise on the front cavity, with a clear border, as if she had thought of something: "I'm afraid that He and the prisoner are responsible for it alone."

Seeing this, Song Zheng saw the imprint of that place.

Jiang Youzhi groped from the front cavity of the corpse all the way to the abdomen, and felt something was wrong, so he pressed hard: "Master Song, there seems to be something in the abdomen."

She took down a small knife from the wooden frame and approached the corpse. Seeing this, the old man tried to stop him, but was stopped by Song Zheng.

When the abdomen was cut open, piles of stones suddenly appeared inside.

"The murderer's abdomen was completely hollowed out, the incision was complete, and it was filled with stones."

Jiang Youzhi picked up one of the stones, which was covered in blood, but the grievance lock engraved on it was still very obvious.

"The murderer believes in ghosts and gods. He is very afraid of these things, so he uses this method to block them layer by layer."

But what the hell is it?Jiang Youzhi was a little puzzled that a murderer who regarded human life as worthless was so frightened.

"The lack of a head is because the murderer deliberately concealed the identity of the corpse, but why is it that the abdomen was emptied and filled with stones?"

Song Zheng said casually: "The murderer has a perverted habit of treating wounds. The incisions are complete and meticulous, and they are meticulously designed. Ordinary people must not be able to do it. Perhaps, the murderer is a doctor."

Jiang Youzhi nodded, and then said, "What about an experienced butcher?"

Song Zheng immediately said to the guards on the side: "From today onwards, carefully check all the medical clinics and butcher shops in the capital."

"My lord, Mr. Pei is asking to see you."

A guard came in to report, and Jiang Youzhi immediately put down the knife in his hand, took off his white gloves, and followed Song Zheng out with a submissive look.

Bypassing the barrier, Jiang Youzhi saw Pei Xun at a glance. He was looking at himself with a pair of warm eyes, with a reassuring soft breath.

She didn't care if she was knocked out, but she gritted her teeth and insisted on saving herself when someone threw her into the river. Even when she was powerless to drift in the river, she felt that she would die in the next second, and she didn't want to cry at all.

But at this moment, her eyes turned sore, and she threw herself into his arms, a swaying duckweed, at this moment, she also wanted to have a home.

After getting into the carriage, Pei Xun sighed helplessly seeing her dirty and embarrassed face.

Raising his hand, he gently wiped the dust off her cheeks with his sleeve.

The breath is warm, the hair is messy and flicked, the cheeks are itchy from being rubbed, and the touch is so soft that the tip of the tongue is damaged.

"I will do it myself……"

A low, slightly hazy voice sounded, Jiang Youzhi pinched the man's other sleeve, a little unbearable.

This soft, groan-like tone was like a fire, spreading and electrocuting, and Pei Xun's eyes were darker than before.

Staring at her carefully polished, slender neck like suet white jade, scorching hot, like crackling raging fire.

Jiang Youzhi bowed his head hastily, rubbing the dust on his face with the back of his hand, not daring to look directly at him.

After a long time, Pei Xun said: "Mother is very worried, why does it always make people worry?"

Only then did Jiang Youzhi raise her eyes quietly, Pei Xun looked preachy, which made her heave a sigh of relief, it must have been an illusion just now, what a gentleman Mr Pei is.

"I suspect it's your cousin, but I have no proof."

Pei Xun glanced at the bloody wound on her head, frowned slightly: "Stay away from her."

As soon as he entered the gate of the mansion, Xu Yingying greeted her anxiously: "Miss Jiang, are you okay, I'm so anxious today!"

Seeing Jiang Youzhi frowned, Mi'er at the side said, "Girl, Miss Biao told the young master that you were in danger in the garden, but when the young master rushed to the garden, they searched for you to no avail."

The corner of Jiang Youzhi's mouth curled into a smile, well, if it wasn't for her fate, Pei Xun would have found her own body, and Xu Yingying could have completely dismantled herself.

She said with a smile on her face, "Thank you, Miss Biao, for saving my life. In that case, I'm really lucky."

Xu Yingying's face was flawless: "Mr. Langzhong has already arrived, Miss Jiang should let Langzhong take a look first."

Back in the room, Jiang Youzhi was half lying on the bed supported by Mi'er, when the doctor came in, she didn't pay much attention.

Until a voice came from above his head: "Don't come here without any problems."

Jiang Youzhi raised his head suddenly, with some disbelief in his eyes, it turned out to be him...

(End of this chapter)