Little Detective of the Tang Dynasty: What to do if you are beheaded at the beginning?

Chapter 107

Song Zhen brought the bone steaming method in "Xiyuan Jilu" to the public in advance.

He first arranged for the Dali Temple Secretary to find a fire pit and put it full of burning charcoal. Then, he poured wine lees and vinegar into the charcoal to put out the fire.

Then put a cool mat on it and steamed the bones on the cool mat.

On the surface of the bones, continue to pour wine lees and vinegar, and finally cover them with straw mats.

Everyone looked at Song Zhen's behavior in a daze, not knowing what he meant.

"Song Lang, you steamed bones, don't you want to take them back to eat?"

"......"

Song Zhen was too lazy to explain, he said casually: "I'll leave first and come back in an hour. Remember, you must always observe nearby and don't let the straw mat burn."

Xue Zhengqing followed behind, Song Zhen turned back and frowned and said: "Why, Xue Temple Secretary doesn't believe Song?"

Xue Zhengqing smiled embarrassedly, looking a little embarrassed, and finally stopped.

To be honest, he was very nervous, fearing that Song Zhen would never come back.

That was the residence of Minister Yan, how dare they break in to invite someone?

"Old Xue, who did Song Lang invite?"

"I don't know."

"Could it be that he invited Minister Yan?"

"That shouldn't be the case, how could Minister Yan come?"

The four Dali Temple officials squatted and sighed, and now they could only pin their hopes on Song Zhen.

......

Song Zhen galloped back to the Yan Mansion in less than 20 minutes.

Cui Mengzhu had been waiting for him at the Yan Mansion early, and when she saw him coming back, she smiled sweetly: "Are you off work? Old Song."

"Yes, but not completely off work."

"?"

"Don't ask why first, just follow me."

"What for?" Cui Mengzhu looked at him vigilantly, wouldn't he want to do something bad again? This is the Yan Mansion, if someone finds out, it would be so embarrassing.

In the carriage, Song Zhen stared at her straight, making her scalp numb.

"If you have something to say, just say it. If you have to fart, do it now!"

"Puff——"

"You, you really farted? You bastard!" Cui Mengzhu's face changed and she punched him.

She remembered that in her previous life, Song Zhen said that he bought him a small gift. The two of them covered their heads with a quilt, and then...

This bastard farted and covered the quilt tightly, almost suffocating her to death!

Song Zhen couldn't help laughing: "No, it was ventriloquism."

"Humph!" Cui Mengzhu arched her nose, but didn't smell anything. She snorted coldly, pouted and turned her head away.

"Xiao Mengmeng, you are so cute!" Seeing this, Song Zhen pinched her cheeks.

Cui Mengzhu brushed it away with her hand in disdain: "Let's talk about serious things."

Song Zhen put away his playful smile: "Honey, I remember you have a cousin, isn't he called Li Zhenhu? He works in the Criminal Investigation Brigade, right?"

"Yes, how do you know him?"

"I went to wash feet with him. By the way, did he teach you how to carve a portrait?"

"Yes. I learned from him for a while. At that time, weren't we addicted to "Hunting Crime Picture Book"? It happened that my cousin was in this industry, so I asked him for two tricks."

Song Zhen snapped his fingers, then held her cheek and kissed her.

"My dear, now is the time for you to show your ability."

Cui Mengzhu looked at him suspiciously: "You kid, don't you want me to..."

"What else?"

"Are you going to die? Take me to see the corpse! I'm just a weak woman! Woo woo woo."

"Weak? I don't know who is holding a bowl of rice all day, watching "The Walking Dead" and eating with relish?"

"Everything on TV is fake, and why are you so mean to me?"

"......."

In Li Mengting's previous life, the whole family was engaged in painting, and even five generations of ancestors were great painters.

She inherited her grandfather's business and was admitted to the "CAFA".

She is an only child, and other relatives in the family are also engaged in this painting industry, painting in all styles.

Including her father, although he is a businessman, he also sells paintings.

His job is to take the paintings of the famous people in the family out for exhibition and sale.

So, everyone in her family is rich.

Her cousin Li Zhenhu took a different path, and was admitted to the Criminal Investigation Team, becoming a criminal investigation portrait artist, and was said to have made a name for himself.

......

In less than an hour, Xue Zhengqing, who was outside the Dali Temple, saw a carriage approaching and quickly stood up.

Song Zhen, carrying a toolbox and wearing white silk gloves, led a tall beauty out of the carriage.

"Let me introduce you first, this is my fiancée, Cui Mengzhu."

Song Zhen didn't care about the five surnames and seven families.I think Cui Mengzhu is my fiancée, so what? You may oppose it, but do you have the guts to come and snatch it?

Cui Mengzhu looked very dignified and polite in front of outsiders. She saluted: "My little girl, I have met Xue Sicheng."

Wearing a veil, her face could not be seen clearly, but her outline must be a beauty.

Xue Zhengqing was stunned. Good guy, when did you find a fiancée?

He quickly returned the salute: "Xue, I have met Madam Cui."

Song Zhen corrected: "Don't call her Madam, call her Miss."

"Oh, I have met Miss Cui."

Really, calling a woman Madam or Madam when you meet her is a bad custom in the Tang Dynasty.

Anyway, Song Zhen couldn't accept that others called his wife Madam.

Cui Mengzhu smiled with her hands covered, feeling sweet in her heart.

Xue Sicheng walked in front and didn't dare to look back because the two were holding hands and looking around.

They didn't look like they were here to investigate a case. Why did they seem to be here to visit the Dali Temple?

After walking for a while, they finally arrived at their destination.

The other three Dali Temple officials stood up immediately when they saw them. Their legs were a little numb from squatting.

Song Zhen introduced himself to everyone as usual, and then reminded them to call her "girl" instead of "wife".

Cui Mengzhu politely responded to each one.

"How long has it been steamed?"

"Song Lang, almost an hour."

"Okay, take it out."

Several guards carefully wrapped the bones with wet cloth and rearranged them.

"Carry it out, and then bring the prepared red umbrella."

Everyone in the Dali Temple did as they were told.

Song Zhen held up a red umbrella, shining on the bones in the sun.

This method of steaming bones was recorded in "Xiyuan Jilu".

"If there are no marks on the injured bones during the autopsy, pour lees (wine lees) and vinegar on the body, cover the area you want to see with a new oil silk or a bright oil umbrella in the open air, and look through the umbrella in the sun, and the marks will appear. If it is cloudy and rainy, use hot charcoal to shine through. This is a good method."

Cui Mengzhu stood tall beside Song Zhen, giving others a great sense of oppression.

Damn, this woman is so tall.

Alexander!

It seems that only Song Lang, who is more than six feet tall, can match her.

Indeed, the two of them were a perfect match at first sight.

Cui Mengzhu took the red umbrella and squatted down to block the sun for Song Zhen.

Song Zhen looked through the bones one by one, and suddenly, he found it!

"There are bloodstains on the humerus of the deceased's hands!"

"Also, there are scars on three ribs at the heart position on the left chest."

"There are also very obvious scars on the tibia of the left and right legs."

"There are also bloodstains on the spine."

Song Zhen picked up a rib and looked at it carefully.