Daming female forensic doctor

Chapter 14 Blacksmith Shop
"Is there a 'suspect'?" Zhao Di asked.

Jian Qing lowered his head and said, "Please forgive the untouchable for his incompetence!"

Zhao Di didn't believe it, but he didn't push him. He just asked Jian Qing, "How long will it take to solve the case? Ten days?"

Ten days?After ten days, all the evidence might have been lost in the red dust. Jian Qing despised Zhao Di. Such a criminal law system was really intoxicating.But she was not the kind of person who wanted to show off in front of Shang Feng. She knew the progress of the case and was too lazy to say anything to him.

"Your Highness, do you have any questions? If not, the Untouchables are going to investigate the case."

"Investigating the case? Go to Nongyulou to investigate the case?" Zhao Di smiled half-heartedly. Jian Qing lowered her head and took two steps back. Seeing that Zhao Di didn't say anything more, she turned and left.

Lingqiu County is about the size of a county seat and has two blacksmith shops.One is the first store in the east of the county seat, facing the main street, and the business is booming. Farm tools from all over the country are bought from here, and people often use them to temper them and reforge them.

Next door to the blacksmith shop was a butcher's shop. Because they thought the sparks in the blacksmith shop were too loud and noisy, the two families had a bad relationship and often argued with each other.But one was a blacksmith and the other was a pig butcher. The two were evenly matched, and neither could do anything.

The blacksmith's shop and the butcher's shop share the same wall. There is no wall to the east, and doors and windows are opened in the north and south.If a person stands on the street, through the door and window, he can have a clear view of the situation inside.

There is a large stove in the middle of the room, and a bellows is set up beside the stove. When the bellows is pulled, the wind enters the stove, and the flames fly straight inside the furnace.After a while, the sound of ping ping ping ping was heard.

On a cold day, the strong blacksmith wore a pair of cow-nosed trousers and a dark belt around his waist, which was almost half a meter long.This man was naked from the waist up, holding a tongs in one hand and a sledgehammer in the other. The tongs held a piece of iron, half of which was red and the other half was black.

This piece of iron should still be in the stage of cleaning out impurities, hence the so-called tempering.After repeated calcination and beating, the impurities splash out, and what is left in the end is real steel and good iron.

Jian Qing waited for a while, and the heat wave from the stove rushed out, making her body warm.Not far away, under the city wall, stood soldiers holding weapons. After the murder, Lingqiu County is now only allowed in but not out, and no contact is allowed between inside and outside people.

"Is something wrong?" The blacksmith wanted to rest his arm strength, threw the piece of iron into the furnace, lifted up his half-meter-long trousers belt, wiped his face, and walked towards the door.

The apprentice who was pulling the bellows stopped, tilted his body, and looked towards Jian Qing with a plateau-red face.

"Uncle, let me see, is this your craft?"

The blacksmith's name is Li Gui.

Jian Qing took out the murder weapon, held it with both hands, and showed it to the blacksmith. She glanced at the iron tools hanging on the wall in the room, and she already had the answer in her heart.

Li Gui was about to pick up the dagger to have a look, when Jian Qing handed over a handkerchief, "Uncle Gui, to tell you the truth, this is a murderer, there are sweat stains on your hands, iron filings and the like, if you get on it, you will If I cause you any trouble, please just forgive me!"

Li Gui followed his example and held the handle of the dagger with a handkerchief on it. He raised it and looked at the light outside for a while. "This is not my skill. This steel is good steel. I can't make anything like this."

After he finished speaking, he pulled out a piece of hair and blew it on the blade in front of Jian Qing, performing the legendary hair blowing technique.After returning the knife to Jian Qing, Li Gui went in without saying a word.

Jian Qing walked away. In the blacksmith's shop, the bellows whirred again. The apprentice sitting next to the bellows couldn't hold back his doubts, "Master, is that dagger from the one on the right back street?"

The man glared at his apprentice, "I've been blowing your bellows for several years, and you still can't control the heat. Why are you worrying so much?"

He only makes farm tools here, and he cannot make such exquisite, detailed and sharp blades.The man on the right back street came from out of town more than ten years ago. Although he occupies a bad location in Lingqiu City, his business has always been good. This has a lot to do with his good craftsmanship.

"This dagger was made by me."

The blacksmith shop on the right back street is similar in size to the previous one, but the walls and roof are more dilapidated.

The boss is an old man in his 50s who looks like he has been working hard all year round. He is thin and his waist is a bit unable to straighten.He was wearing a short jacket, his gray hair was pulled up and a skirt was swaying crookedly on top of his head, and an apron was tied around his waist. Clear talk.

"Then do you remember who asked you to fight with this short sword?" Jian Qing asked.

The old man frowned and thought for a while, but still couldn't remember, "I don't remember this. I can't read and can't keep accounts. What I do is a business involving money and goods. In this house, there are long knives, long swords, and short knives." , daggers, spears, horses... I will sell them to anyone who pays me."

Jian Qing saw a four-meter-long horse spear hanging on the wall. Compared with a spear, its blade was longer and made into two blades. The tail was equipped with a spear, which acted as a counterweight.

As the saying goes, a stick, a year, a sword, a gun, a lifetime. The horse gun is actually an enhanced version of the gun. Not only is it suitable in length and weight, but the gun body also needs to have good flexibility. It takes at least three to five years to make a horse gun.

Therefore, a good gun lasts a lifetime and is even passed down from father to son.

It seems that this old man is a master in making weapons, and he is really showing off his talents by blocking the city here.

"Can I see the weapons inside?" Jian Qing pointed to the weapons hanging on the wall.

The old man nodded, with a clear gleam of light in his seemingly cloudy eyes.These skilled old craftsmen, even if they live at the lowest level, still have their natural dignity as human beings.

Near the northeast corner was a table whose original appearance was no longer visible. The table was covered with a layer of iron sheet, about half a square meter square. The murder weapon in Qing's hands is generally the same.

The difference is that the handle of the knife in Jian Qing's hand is made of rosewood, while the handle of the dagger in front of her is made of rosewood.Jian Qing pointed to the handle of rosewood and asked, "Master, why has the material of this knife handle been changed?"

Probably the sound of master pleased the old man, he put down his work, walked over, wiped his hands with his apron again, and glanced at the dagger in Jian Qing's hand, "It depends on where the customer asked for it. If you live in the north, you prefer more rosewood. Rosewood is oily and is more prone to cracking than rosewood in an environment that is too dry. Rosewood is darker in color and has more texture, so it needs to be polished carefully, otherwise there will be pores."

"This batch of goods was ordered by customers from the south?"

"Yes, the guests from the south want it."

Jian Qing saw a pile of wood piled under the table. She picked up two pieces with different textures and looked at them. Some were made into prototypes of scabbards, and some had been cut into handles. She couldn't help but think that the scabbard of this knife had arrived. where it goes?She had already looked through the space, but she didn't see the scabbard.

Why did the murderer take away the scabbard?It can only explain one problem. The blade is not identifiable, but the scabbard is not necessarily identifiable.

"Is there anything special about making this scabbard?" Jian Qing asked. She already had the answer in her heart. The scabbard is just like a person's dress, it must have some personal characteristics. Therefore, the murder weapon's The scabbard must have been hard to find, too.

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