Forensic lady champion husband

Chapter 17

Recently, Sun Xi, the magistrate of Shuzhou, had a bit of a migraine. He knew that his temple was too small to fit the big Buddha Zhuangyuanlang. No, only a few days after Yan Ziqin took office, two lives were lost and a bone was found. , burned a shop in the north of the city, and even the city walls were burnt and burned, requiring huge sums of money to rebuild, but he still couldn't stop Yan Ziqin from taking care of these things, because the punishment and prison are the responsibility of the general judge. , but cannot interfere with the power of colleagues.

Amitabha, the Jade Emperor, is he incompatible with this Yan's numerology? Seeing that the honor of being the first in the exam will become history, how can we get rid of the bad luck!
But he was also embarrassed to put pressure on Yan Ziqin, because he had a serious face, and he seemed to be in more pain than himself.

What Yan Ziqin couldn't figure out was, what exactly was Yu Qing trying to hide?What makes him willing to use his nephew as bait in exchange.

Last night, when Yan Ziqin arrived in the north of the city, the original seven shops had turned into a field of rubble. Looking at the figures running back and forth to put out the fire amidst the shadows of the fire, he realized that he had set up a trick to lure Yu Yifei to reveal himself, but he did not Thinking that Yu Qing has already fallen into the middle game of the game, Yu Yifei's act of throwing himself into a trap is actually a link in Yu Qing's whole game of chess. Now, everyone is watching the prisoner's whereabouts, and the defense in the north of the city will naturally be lax. Taking this opportunity to destroy the suspicious shop is a risk of abandoning the car to save the handsome man.

However, can Yu Yifei really plead guilty and accept the punishment?Yan Ziqin suddenly lost his mind. Sure enough, Jiang was still old and spicy, and he was still too young in front of Yu Qing.

There were more than a dozen places where the fire started, and kerosene was poured everywhere, so the fire was raging, destroying all traces like a rotten one. Fortunately, there were no residential buildings nearby, and there were not many casualties. However, as a result, there were almost no witnesses, although eight or nine out of ten Yu Qing did it, but the situation is still the same as before - there is no evidence.

There is no grounds for conviction without evidence.

Is he really just a businessman?Can ordinary businessmen handle things so cleanly and without leaving any traces?

Master Yan's head hurts, and Second Young Master Du's butt hurts.

Last night, Mingshu asked him to ride a horse to find Yan Ziqin. He got carried away for a while, and went on the pony, but forgot that his "delicate buttocks" were in the period of injury. The journey almost broke him. He was also scolded by Yan Ziqin who was in charge of putting out the fire, saying that he was meddling in his own business and delayed putting out the fire, but he did not bring his little lady with him. In order to justify his name, Du He took the wooden basin full of water and rushed into the In the fire scene, after the fire was extinguished, his face was scorched black, and he worked as a coolie all night for no reason, and only threw himself back into bed after dawn.

Chunxiu brought him face wash water and asked him why he was so frustrated, but he said: "I will never hang out with your wife again."

Chunxiu was puzzled, "What's the matter?"

Du He said: "Fucking with her, my butt hurts."

Chunxiu: "..."

It will take some time to clear up the mess in the seven shops. Yan Ziqin sent Liu Yasi to take care of it, and report back as soon as possible if he finds anything.

The current situation is that Yan Ziqin and Yu Qing are forming horns with each other. Yu Qing destroyed something in the shop that was not good for him, and Yan Ziqin detained the head of the Yu family. Who will be able to win this game? After being so anxious for more than a month, the autumn wind is getting tighter. When changing his jacket, Yan Ziqin's "chess eye" came.

At the beginning of October, it was late autumn in Shuzhou, and there were few pedestrians on the road. Before nightfall, Wang Er came back.The ones that came back were of course corpses. The Dali Temple in the capital city announced that the case had been "fully investigated". His son Wang Er died by hanging himself. Volume [-], "Thieves and Robbers Law Mutilate Dead Corpse" section, "Those who mutilate dead corpses, such as burning, dismembering, and throwing corpses in water, will be punished with a punishment of three thousand li.

But Yan Ziqin knew that Wang Er didn't hang himself, but was killed by Yu Qing's people. In addition, Wang Er's mother didn't believe that the only son would commit suicide, so Yan Ziqin advocated a new autopsy, and Ming Shu held the knife. Shu's technique will surely clear the clouds and see the sun.

Mingshu's technique is fine, but her hands are very problematic—the carrot-like swelling has disappeared, but the loofah-like swelling is still there, and she still can't move, let alone use a scalpel to do delicate autopsy work.

It was also hard for Yan Ziqin to move a high stool for her personally, let Mingshu sit and point out Jiangshan, Gao Rui performed the operation, and Du He took over Gao Rui's previous work and helped to make records.

Du He flipped through the previous records on the album page, and shouted: "Wow! Gao Dutou, your family has an ink shop, right? The ink used to write a single character can copy a copy of "Youxian Cave"!"

Gao Rui was puzzled and said, "What are you crying for?"

Mingshu's hair was black, and she quickly changed the topic: "Stop talking nonsense, let's start."

The coffin was opened, and the corpse with a strange yellow-green luster was presented in front of everyone. Although the mouth and nose were covered with a white cloth, and they were in a well-ventilated pergola, everyone was still suffocating. One was because of the smell, and the other was because The appearance of the corpse.

"Spicy nose! Spicy eyes!" Du He screamed.

Gao Rui was the closest to the corpse, and wanted to vomit on the spot, but his wife urged him: "Stop staring, look at his neck."

Gao Rui held back his nausea, and tremblingly touched Wang Er's deformed neck with his white-gloved hand, which felt sticky.

"Don't be afraid, this is corpse wax." Mingshu calmly explained, "The corpse has been soaked in water for a long time or in a place with no ventilation. After three to six months of slow decay, it will form corpse wax."

"It's all like this, the scars have long since disappeared!" Gao Rui hissed.

"On the contrary, we are lucky to encounter waxed corpses, because this layer of wax can preserve the scars and physiological and pathological characteristics of corpses for a long time." Mingshu explained.

Du He gloated and said with a smirk: "Is it lucky to meet Shihua? If this is also considered lucky, I would rather be the most unfortunate person, hahaha!"

Wang Er's neck did have strangulation marks, which can be classified as anterior constriction type. The force of the constriction rope is at the front of the neck, between the thyroid cartilage and the hyoid bone, wrapping around the neck, obliquely passing through the upper back, passing through The back of the ear rises into the hairline and reaches the top of the occipital to form a lift, which is what the ancients called "Bazibujiao", a typical characteristic caused by hanging.

The suspicious point lies in Wang Er's nails.The main component of nails is keratin, which does not corrode for a long time. Wang Er's nails are broken, and dark yellow hemp fibers remain between the seams, which should be caused by struggling and grabbing before death.

If it is a person who commits suicide by weary of the world, most of them have their hands drooping naturally, why bother to struggle desperately, even breaking their nails?It can be speculated that Wang Er should have been threatened to commit suicide by hanging himself, but his will to survive was still unabated, so he pulled the rope desperately.

"Wait, this doesn't seem to be hemp fiber!" Mingshu picked up the thread-like thing from Wang Er's nails with tweezers, and said in surprise, "It seems to come from some kind of strong fabric, such as silk. Quickly check his scars again !"

Now Mingshu couldn't sit still anymore, she came to the corpse, and gradually instructed Gao Rui to clean up the wax on her neck. Her eyebrows suddenly frowned, because there were actually two scars!

Although it is not obvious, it can still be seen that there is a faint strangle mark under the trace of the hemp rope. It is not fatal, but it is enough to restrict Wang Er's actions. He stepped onto the bench where he hanged himself, and the fabric fibers in his nails were left by scratching while being held hostage.

"The stretch mark underneath... seems to have patterns?" Gao Rui squinted his eyes and observed.

Yan Ziqin looked at it carefully and said in shock, "Jia Ha!"

"What is Jiaha?" Mingshu was puzzled.

"A kind of accessory of the Khitan people in the Liao Kingdom. The decorative false collar draped over the shoulders can be taken off at any time like a scarf. The back is usually embroidered with the mounts of the Khitan legend's founder—white horse and green cow, and The marks on Wang Er's neck are very similar." Yan Ziqin explained.

"Khitan people, and Khitan people?" Ming Shu frowned.

Everyone else knows that Mingshu refers to the sheepskin written in Khitan characters obtained from that invisible room. In one murder case, the evidence points directly at the Khitan people. It makes people wonder what kind of role the Khitan people are playing. Role.

"It seems that the relationship between the Yu family and the Khitan people is not simple. Is that sheepskin still there?" Yan Ziqin asked.

"You told me before, so I keep it with me all the time." Mingshu took out the sheepskin from her purse.

Yan Ziqin repeatedly looked at the above two characters, and said, "Who among you understands Khitan characters, can you read the meaning of these two characters?"

Everyone shook their heads, Gao Rui said: "There is a Mr. Xue in the city. Before he became an official, he translated the words of the five directions in the Sifang Pavilion. He should be proficient in Khitan characters. Why don't you visit him."

"It's not too late, let's go." Mingshu put the sheepskin in her purse, and walked away, but somehow she staggered, the sheepskin fell out of her hand, and flew into the burning lamp.

Du He stood behind Mingshu with a face full of shock and guilt, "I...I didn't push you on purpose, I seemed to have tripped and subconsciously supported it with my hands!"

There was no time to pay attention to him, and everyone went to save the sheepskin, but the lamps burst into dazzling flames, and the sheepskin had turned into fly ash, fluttered in the air a few times, and fell down, leaving only gray embers.

(End of this chapter)