The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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When Xiao Yu and Yan Yan rushed to the mountain, the jade flower buds had all been uprooted, and many of the servants were white and vomiting.

Even though Yan Yan has seen countless bodies, it has also been shaken by the sights in front of him.

A carrion with a half-turned out of the soil exudes a stench, and it seems that at least ten bodies are buried in the soil in different years. Some have been completely ossified, and some carrion has been jade. The roots of the flowers must be entrenched.

Yan Yan could not help but take a step forward, Xiao Yu pulled her back. "You have injuries on your body, you can't touch these stolen goods."

Yan Yan also stepped down. Indeed, there was no disinfection equipment in this era, and the protective measures such as those for gloves were limited. She had injuries on her eyes or not.

Xiao Yu turned to the side of the servant road: "Go to Liu Qingsong."

The servant should scream and rush down the mountain.

Yan Yan frowned at these bodies, as well as the scattered clothing next to the clothes, "it seems to be the missing mother, there are so many bodies, how can I only find a Lang Jun?"

Xiao Yu said: "Those Lang Jun were thrown away in the desert. No one found it in the day. Maybe it would be eaten by the beasts."

"Look at this situation, the murderer has been murdered for more than a year, but it is only exposed." Yan Yan did not expect that this place where the nunnery and the temple gathered, not only a pure land, but also a **** on earth.

"I will send you back." Xiao Yu looked down the mountain.

Yan Yan looked at him with his gaze, and saw the late green panting rushing up. When he thought of the horrible situation here, Yan Yan nodded. Yu Guang saw Xiao Yan’s half-body that had been wet outside the umbrella.

This oil-paper umbrella is bigger than the ordinary umbrella, but because of Xiao's tall figure, coupled with Yan Yan, the two people are obviously not enough, and the open umbrella is almost covered above the face.

The two men went down the mountain side by side, and the green distance began to linger at a distance of more than ten feet. "How do you say you leave, and you don't call a slave."

Yan Yan looked at her temperament, could not help but smile. Xiao Yu has been watching her indefinitely, seeing her always cold face suddenly open a quiet smile, just like the water lotus quietly blooms, the sudden surprise, so Xiao Xiao has not returned to God for a long time, until 冉Yan left him and walked to the late green umbrella and rushed to him. "Thank you Xiao Langjun."

Xiao Yu quickly retracted his thoughts, quietly lowering the umbrella in his hand and covering his face, and the sound was steady: "The seventeen mothers are polite."

When I saw the two words in the evening, I was still screaming in the rain. I couldn’t help but remind me: "Mother, it’s time to go back, or Xing Niang will start to recite again."

Yan Yanben wants to say a few words of thanks, but I want to think about it. Except for a "thank you", I really can’t think of anything new. It’s too late. She feels that she can’t help much here, so it’s late. Green back to Mei Lan.

Xiao Yu raised her umbrella and watched her leave.

Until Yan Yan quickly entered the shadow Mei Yi, Liu Qingsong carrying a huge medicine box did not know when to climb the middle of the mountain, hooked his head and looked at Xiao Yu's eyes for a long time, until Xiao Yu's low voice came from his ear. "Is it enough?"

Liu Qingsong’s face was smiling with a sly smile. He raised his hand and wiped the sweat and rain. He looked at him with a sigh of relief: “I just look at it casually, unlike Jiulang, you look so affectionate and obsessed.”

Xiao Yu ranks ninth among the clan, and the familiar people call him Xiao Jiulang, or Jiulang.

After Liu Qingsong’s words were finished, he waited for a long time and found that Xiao Yu was not as angry as usual. He couldn’t help but look up at the back of Yan Yan’s back, and asked casually: “Have you been to your home? Reluctantly retired?”

"Yeah." Xiao Yu did not deny it, only plainly responded.

Liu Qingsong is more and more surprised. "You rarely see a mother, just give up? Don't tell me, you feel that you have a hard life, for her good, then reluctantly cut love, holding a broken heart, will be a mother's The little hand was put into the palm of the hand of Sang Suiyuan, and he was alone and bruised in the rain."

"She is mine." Xiao Yu regained his gaze, faintly tossed a word, and turned to go to the jade flower garden.

Liu Qingsong carried a large medicine box and sprinted in one step. He went up, and said: "Jiuro, Jiulang, you said, you are planning to bitterly ruin your heart and provoke your mother's love and sympathy; Take advantage of it, take people back home and slowly adjust the teaching; or do it with overbearing and tender feelings, let the mother-in-law fully feel the charm of your man..."

Xiao Yu turned around and said coldly: "Go to the autopsy."

Liu Qingsong saw the body in front of him and was stunned. He was unwilling to live in his mouth. He wrapped his nose and nose with plain cloth and lifted his foot into the pile. He saw that the servant had no strength. I had no choice but to pull the body from the soil and put all the bones together. It looks like a bamboo pole that can be scraped away by the wind at any time. The strength is not too small, and the movement is fast.

Liu Qingsong is also a servant of Xiao, but he is also a companion to Xiao Yu from childhood to age. He is older than him and has been fascinated by medical treatment. After Xiao Yu entered the age of fifteen, Liu Qingsong devoted himself to the medical treatment. He worshipped a bell doctor as a teacher, but he had a skill.

The two are called master servants. In fact, friendship is like brothers and sisters. It is just that Liu Qingsong has a problem. He is particularly fond of gossip. He is also particularly embarrassed. He has been so guilty. If it is not Xiao Yu’s patience, he is not expected to live today.

Xiao Yu’s heart is filled with the face of a quiet and quiet face. The heart sighs the same person in the medical field. It is also a post-mortem master. How can the gap between people be so big?

Under the gaze of a group of people with fear, Liu Qingsong placed the bodies one by one on the prepared planks of plain cloth. After all the finishing, the Xiao Yu, who was used to the big case, could not help but suck. A cold air.

Ten bodies!

If you follow the guess, they are all escaping with the people, then there are twenty people killed in total!

"From the bones to the latest body, I guess at least six years apart." Liu Qingsong untied the plains.

It was very early in the rain, and the sky was already dark, and the detailed situation could not be verified. Seeing that the rain is getting bigger and bigger, Xiao Yu immediately made an umbrella and continued to look for evidence.

Liu Qingsong said, "It’s really poisonous! I see the latest corpse, the tongue is tied, and the body is full of skin. Although it is mostly rotten, I can imagine that there are many scars, it seems to be killed by people."

"The murderer is not a net scorpion." Xiao Yu looked at the ten female corpses and decided to make this conclusion.

Liu Qingsong is not interested in who is the murderer. He only regrets: "It’s a pity that I didn’t see the corpse of the scorpion. It’s really a pity. Kuro Lang wants to take her home quickly. I can take a nap with her. When you I have to help me to say a few words..."

Xiao Yu glanced at him with a puzzled look. "What beauty do you have?"

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