I'm a detective for Dongchang

Chapter 92 No.20 Five Killing Techniques

On the carriage, Yuan Yanxi asked her: "Have you been wronged?"

Lu Xizhi recovered from the daze, and didn't intend to hide it, and said mockingly: "Some people are afraid that women are too good, so they will take jobs from them."

Yuan Yanxi was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud, and stared at her: "You are very rude." Lowering her voice, she changed her tone: "Lu Xizhi, you really impress me, and Zhang Yu in front of me made me feel awe-inspiring." Respect, I never thought that I would run into you."

"The factory supervisor Yuan really has accumulated a lot of virtues to meet such a good thing." Lu Xizhi also rarely joked with him.

Yuan Yanxi's eyes were deeply locked on her body, but she smiled and said nothing.

When he arrived at Dongchang, Wang Yuanzhi had been waiting in the autopsy room for a long time. When he saw them coming, he immediately got up and walked over excitedly.

"Unfortunately, I know the murderer's method of killing."

Yuan Yanxi stood between the two calmly, separated them, and asked, "Tell me."

"Eh? Why are you so familiar?"

Suddenly, a very young boy ran up to Lu Xizhi, looking left and right without hesitation.

Originally, Lu Xizhi was very disgusted by the sudden scrutiny, but when he came into contact with the clear eyes of the young Wuyu, without any impurities, he let go of his guard and looked at him curiously.

He only wore a colorful cotton vest with strong ethnic characteristics, black cropped pants, and a cloth cap wrapped around his head, just like a... Miao boy's attire.

"Miao Xiaowu, you're getting more and more unruly." Yuan Yanxi said indifferently.

Miao Xiaowu stuck out his tongue, smiled at Lu Xizhi, and bounced back to stand beside the corpse.

"I carefully inspected the bodies of Feng Wuxi and Pan Yutong, and finally, I found an extremely hidden small wound on their backs. If it wasn't for this little brother's help, I might have missed it." Wang Yuanzhi began to tell.

After he determined the cause of death of the three deceased, he suddenly remembered a case of death caused by acupuncture that Zhang Yu had mentioned before. During the process, the barefoot doctor performed needles on the top of the girl's head, temples, and elbows, and there were many people on the scene doing the treatment. During the whole process, there was no abnormality at the beginning, but near the end, the girl fainted suddenly, and the father proposed He wanted to find a regular doctor for first aid, but the person who gave the needle refused. The barefoot doctor thought he was sure that the problem was not serious, and had been using his own methods to save the girl, but in the end he was powerless and the girl died.

Therefore, he wondered whether the holes in the lungs of the three deceased might be caused by the fine needles used in acupuncture. Afterwards, he conducted a careful second investigation and called in Miao Xiaowu, an apprentice of a genius doctor, to help.

Sure enough, they both had extremely thin needle holes on their backs. If it wasn't for their expertise, they might not have been discovered until the corpses were encoffined.

After Wang Yuanzhi finished speaking, he asked Miao Xiaowu to explain this inference in more detail.

Miao Xiaowu patted his chest, with an expression that it was finally my turn, and said: "There are about 52 single points in our body, 720 double points, and 72 extra-meridian points, a total of 36 points. There are [-] critical points, [-] of which are generally not fatal when clicked, while the remaining [-] are fatal points, commonly known as 'death points'."

As he spoke, he looked at the martial arts practitioners present, and continued: "As you martial arts practitioners know, there are four acupuncture points for soft numbness, dizziness, lightness, and heavyness. There are nine points for each type. There are 36 deadly points, used as a 'killer' in a life-and-death struggle."

Yuan Yanxi nodded, indicating that he understood.

Miao Xiaowu groaned, and sang the folk songs that his master taught him: Baihui fell to the ground, Wei Lu didn't return home, Zhangmen was hit, ten people and nine people died, the sun and the dumb door must meet the king of Hades, There was no bone in the broken spine, and he died suddenly below the knee.

Lu Xizhi rolled his eyes, clicked his tongue impatiently, and interrupted him loudly: "You mean, how many dead points of the dead were touched by the murderer?"

Wang Yuanzhi and Miao Xiaowu should be at the same time.

But I didn't think about it, but the woman on the opposite side spread her hands and shook her head: "This is absolutely impossible. When Feng Wuxi died, not only me, but also many people were present. At that time, no one approached her, let alone give needles. gone."

Miao Xiaowu whistled, drawing everyone's attention back to himself:
"Girl, you don't know something. If you mistakenly pierce the heart during acupuncture, you will die within a day, because the true qi of the heart is damaged, and the qi will be exhausted; if it is pricked on the kidney, the yin qi will be damaged. Then you will die within six days; if you stab the lungs, the qi loss will cause coughing, you will die within three days; if you stab the liver, you will die within five days; if you stab the spleen, you will die within ten days; If you stab the large vein on the tarsus, you will die if the blood flow does not stop; if you stab the Baihui point on the head, you will die immediately."

Lu Xizhi immediately understood the relationship, "So, that is to say, the murderer pierced their hearts and lungs ahead of time, and watched them die."

After she said this conclusion, she was a little shocked.

Because this plan was too meticulous, if it wasn't for the help of a genius doctor apprentice, who would have thought of such a deep possibility and such a secret method of killing?
"Then we just need to ask the family members who gave them the needles, so we can catch the murderer." Nanyang couldn't help but speak.

But Bei Xue disagreed: "I'm afraid it's not that simple. Since the murderer dared to do this, he must be sure to eliminate the possibility of suspecting himself."

Lu Xizhi hadn't recovered yet, she was still thinking that the deceased didn't die on the spot, no...death, but it's more appropriate to call it delayed death.

"Miraculous doctor Miao Xiao, if their condition is treated in time, can they be saved?" She still asked.

Miao Xiaowu was very happy to hear someone calling her a little miracle doctor, and walked up to her dancing with hands and feet, saying: "Looking at the wound of the deceased, if you can feel it within two days after the needle is applied, and the imperial doctor has With my medical skills, of course, I can improve slowly and survive."

Therefore, the murderer is likely to deliberately delay their death, just like this, in the attitude of a winner, pervertedly admiring the whole process of their slowly withering until they wither.

"I discussed it with the little genius doctor, and I think this kind of modus operandi is beyond the reach of ordinary doctors, because the needling needs to be fast, ruthless, and accurate. If there is a slight deviation, the person who is stabbed will only be stung lightly like a bee. There is no injury; if the force is heavier, it will cause chest tightness, coughing and panting on the spot, and it is easy to be noticed immediately. Therefore, the murderer should be a person with rich experience and excellent medical skills."

Lu Xizhi asked: "According to what the little genius doctor knows, are there many people with such medical skills in the capital?"

Miao Xiaowu thought for a while, and said conceitedly: "Of course only my master can use the needle to such a precise level..." He paused, pointed at himself proudly, and then said: "There is also me."

So, is the murderer all relying on luck?

"Miao Xiaowu, do you have any news about Miao Wanen, your master's fellow apprentice?" Yuan Yanxi asked abruptly.

When the young man heard this, he suddenly became stunned, and said reluctantly: "The aunt has been missing for several years, and the master never mentioned it, only brother Yuan still remembers."

Yuan Yanxi ordered: "Nanyang, send a message to Miao Wanhuo immediately, and return to Beijing as soon as possible!"

　Can anyone recommend a good way to relieve severe cough and sore throat after the new crown?
　　


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