Touring the Ming Dynasty

"Three knives and six holes?" Xu Dianshi was no stranger to this, he lifted his spirits and said, "Could it be that the deceased was a member of the gang and was executed by the gang rules?"

Old Yang remained silent, Yang Sen seemed to be thinking of something, hesitating with remorse, Yan Butou had no objection, Xu Dianshi asked again: "Yan Butou, when did gangs appear in this county? Do you know?"

Yan Bu shook his head and said, "I don't know... Duan Fei, do you know?"

Before Duan Fei walked away, he replied: "I have lost my memory, how do I know this, Shi Bin, do you know?"

Shi Bin frowned, and said: "No, after Brother Fei passed out, we were like a mess, and the people from the one-eyed side also fled. There shouldn't be any gangs in this county."

Duan Fei said: "Master Xu, the body is covered in messy knife wounds. I don't think it is necessarily punishment from the gang. It seems that the murderer is imitating something for the first time. At this time, a notice should be issued to find out the identity of the deceased and find the murder scene. Maybe some useful clues will be found..."

Xu Dianshi said coldly: "I don't need your advice in handling the case. You three go back to the Yamen and stay honestly, otherwise you will be punished for disobedience! Strict arrest, you send people to arrest all the local ruffians in the vicinity. Interrogate on the spot!"

Duan Fei felt a little stuck, turned around and was about to leave, but Yang Sen called out from behind: "Hey, Brother Duan, wait a minute, let's go together."

The Yang family, one old and one young, drove an ox cart, carrying a dead body wrapped in rags, and followed.

"You are slow and smelly, so we won't go with you, Brother Fei, let's go quickly." Shi Bin urged.

But Duan Fei remembered another thing, he said to Shi Bin: "You go back first, I have something to talk to Lao Yang."

Shi Bin walked away quickly as if avoiding the plague, and Duan Fei walked slowly with the young and old of the Yang family. As they walked, Yang Sen bared his two front teeth and smiled at Duan Fei, saying, "Brother Duan, you are very special." , not only are you not afraid of smell, but you are willing to walk with us, aren't you afraid of bad luck?"

Duan Fei shook his head and said with a smile: "How could that be? I'm not superstitious. Dead bodies can indeed spread diseases, but as long as I pay attention to it, I'll be fine. As for other people's gossip, how can I take it to heart? By the way, Yang Wu Zuo, there is something I want to discuss with you, um, the weather in the next few days should be similar to the previous few days?"

Yang Wuzuo nodded and said, "It should be about the same."

Duan Fei nodded, and said again: "I want to borrow a place in the mortuary..."

Listening to Duan Fei's words, Yang Sen's eyeballs became bigger and bigger...

Lord Xu ordered Duan Fei to go back to the Yamen and stay there. This was not an arrest warrant. Duan Fei didn't go back to the Yamen immediately, but went to the Xicheng Market in Baoying County first.

When Duan Fei dominated the east of the city, he had always wanted to get his hands on the west city market, and finally grabbed it, but now Duan Fei has no ambitions.

There are still quite a few people in this market who recognize Duan Fei. Seeing that the old rascal boss came in his official uniform, although they haven't scared everyone to close their doors, they are cautious and dare not approach him within six feet. Inside.

Duan Fei ignored them, walked straight into a butcher shop, and asked loudly, "Boss, do you have live pigs for sale here?"

A brawny man ran out of the shop. Seeing that it was Duan Fei, he couldn't help being taken aback, then laughed happily, wiped his hands on the apron, and happily cupped his fists and said, "So it's Brother Fei, thanks to Brother Fei for uncovering the truth that day." That fat man's lies cleared my grievances, Lao Li, I thanked Brother Fei here, I heard that Brother Fei has become a police officer, is the yamen going to use meat today?"

Duan Fei took another serious look at him, then recognized him, and said with a smile: "So it was you, I would have been beaten if I didn't help you that day, so that was helping myself, so there is no need to mention it, I want to buy a Only live pigs, I wonder if you have any here?"

"Yes, yes!" Li Butcher said, "I wonder if Brother Fei wants a big pig or a small pig, or a sow? Do you want to slaughter it now or send it home?"

"I want a boar... about two hundred catties (the ancient catty is slightly smaller than the modern one), and send it to the county government mortuary for me to kill. Is there a problem?" Duan Fei asked.

"This...send it outside the mortuary, so I won't go in. Brother Fei, you know what we avoid when doing business..." Butcher Li said in embarrassment, "Why don't I only charge [-]% of the price?"

Duan Fei said: "It's just outside, and it's not easy to do business, so don't lose yourself."

Butcher Li smiled and said, "Brother Fei is really a straightforward person. I will charge you a tael of silver for a mouthful of two hundred catties of live pigs. Shall I send it away?"

Duan Fei immediately took out a small piece of silver and said, "Yes, send it to the Yamen immediately."

Butcher Li didn't say a word, and immediately came out from the backyard with a pig tied on his shoulders. The two came to the gate of the yamen. Would you please eat pork?"

Duan Fei laughed and said: "As long as you dare to eat, I will treat you to dinner in the mortuary!"

The two soap slaves shrank their heads and remained silent.

Yang Sen had been waiting in front of the mortuary for a long time, and when he saw Duan Fei bringing back a big pig, he walked around the pig curiously, not knowing what to do with it.

Duan Fei asked Butcher Li to slaughter the pig on the spot, and then dragged the dead pig into the mortuary by himself. After only a dozen or so steps, Duan Fei was exhausted and out of breath.

"Brother Duan, what are you doing?" Yang Sen asked curiously, but Duan Fei refused when he wanted to help.

Duan Fei wiped off his sweat and said with a smile: "Moving the corpse is not an easy task. It seems that there are at least two murderers. Otherwise, even if the murderers are strong, they will leave deep footprints on the ground."

Yang Sen nodded, and said: "There are not many traces of dragging on the clothes of the corpse. It should have been carried and thrown to the Earth Temple. This can prove that Brother Duan is not suspected of murder."

"Not necessarily, maybe there is someone to help?" Duan Fei smiled, he would not be so reckless, and ran to say that he was innocent when he had some clues.

"Go, find me some twigs, wood chips, stones, etc. I want to bury this pig." Duan Fei said.

Yang Sen asked suspiciously, "Oh... why did you bury the pig?"

Duan Fei said: "I think the environment in the small courtyard of the mortuary is similar to that of the collapsed earth temple. If the weather will be similar in the next few days, you can bury the dead pig under the branches and observe that it will take a few days for it to rot to the level it is today. The degree of decay of the corpse."

Yang Sen was puzzled, and Duan Fei explained: "The body structure of pigs is the closest to that of humans. According to the signs of decay, the exact time of death of the deceased can be deduced. In addition, you can also make some records by the way to see when there is the first pig. How long does it take for a fly to lay eggs, how long does it take for the first maggot to hatch, etc., are more accurate than judging the time by looking at the degree of decay.”

Yang Sen opened his big eyes wide without blinking, and said in amazement: "Flies? Does this really work? Why didn't grandpa teach me?"

Duan Fei explained: "Nature has its own laws. When an animal dies, flies, mosquitoes and other small insects will soon lay eggs on the corpse and reproduce from generation to generation. There are laws to follow. If we pay attention, we can learn from these little bugs the exact time of the corpse's death, which is also the time of the murder."

Forensic entomology has become a widely used forensic science subject in the 21st century. The "sickle and bloody collection of flies" recorded in Song Ci's "Washing Injustice Records" is the limit known in this era. Duan Fei said This passage was simply unheard of, and little Yang Sen was dumbfounded.