As a sweetheart in the palm of your hand

Chapter 2
"Master, you...?" Fang Wu said while looking at Ji Xuan with probing eyes.

Ji Xuan interrupted with a blank expression: "What am I? How did you make the conclusion of suicide? He closed the case, and when he reported it, he could have a second review. You argue with him, what do you do when he puts you behind his back? ?”

Then he said: "Corrupting people, bribing superiors, and concluding that this is something I taught you for no reason?"

When Ji Xuan came in, she already understood the reason for the quarrel between the two.

"There is no reason to commit suicide in this house. The man hunts early in the morning, the woman weaves and teaches the child, and sends the child to school. It should be a very happy family of three." Fang Wu flattened his mouth, and pointed at the girl on the bed with lowered eyebrows. There are bamboo baskets and arrow feathers hanging on the wall, but there is no bow.

Ji Xuan followed closely: "What else? Did you move the corpse?"

"I..." Fang Wu got stuck, indeed, she didn't check the corpse.

"I'm going to check other things in the house, I'll put them back in place after I move." Fang Wu took a sneak look at Ji Xuan and hurried into the house.

Ji Xuan looked at the disappearing figure, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Sitting on the ground, he used a pair of scissors that he found somewhere, and cut off the strange and indescribable rope buckle to keep as evidence.

"Master. Candles, there are a lot of candles in this room. Moreover, when I came in just now, I saw a lot of hay. This weather..." Fang Wu suddenly said while rummaging through boxes and boxes, but she only said half of what she said this time.

With trembling hands, she finally put the candle back to its original position.

The weather in April is very dry.The most taboo open flame time.

Although there are only a few short candles, it is not impossible to run out of water, but it is not impossible.

This house, very old, is made of wood, and there is a candle in the corner above the table, which is too easy for her to think of.

"Burning houses and destroying corpses to destroy traces. This is indeed a way to cover up evidence." He affirmed Fang Wu's remaining meaning, squatted up silently, slowly turned his sleeves out, pinched them, and began to unbutton his clothes.

He habitually glanced at it before making a move.

Fang Wu looked at the room again, and finally set his eyes on Ji Xuan.

He was dressed in a light blue robe, half squatting on the ground, with a slightly curved back, one hand on his leg, and the other moving back and forth on the corpse.

He took a little slowness in his hands, and his eyes were scattered but without hesitation.

Although it was a female corpse, he didn't shy away from it, so he turned his head and quietly entered the kitchen.

The kitchen was also cleaned very cleanly. There were two cabinets, a table and three stools in it.

She knelt down and opened the cupboard. There were two crocks inside, one of which contained wine, which seemed to be old wine.

The other opened and there was a ball of hay, she didn't know what it was.

She carefully kept some of them with her hands before putting them back.

Fang Wu looked at other things in the kitchen, walked around, squatted down, and went to look at Ji Xuan.

Ji Xuan narrowed his eyes to look at the corpse's feet.

Those feet were not pretty, neither big nor small, with calluses next to each other, not fair.

There are some dense black spots on the heel, which grow on the top, and the black spots are surrounded by red circles.

"Is this a disease? Could it be related to some experiences of the deceased?" Fang Wu asked while holding his head and looking for a gap between his actions.

Ji Xuan responded with a hum with her nose, and then said: "If you have taken black Macao, this will happen. In addition, there will be castor leaves, and this will happen when you wash amaranth. If you don't autopsy, you can't tell whether it is what."

"Master, have you seen this?" Fang Wu took out what he found in the kitchen jar and handed it to Ji Xuan.

"It's black grass. Where did you see it?" Ji Xuan asked Fang Wu's hand.

"Inside the cabinet in the back kitchen." Fang Wu pointed in the direction of the kitchen: "Store it there like old wine."

"Go and have a look." Ji Xuan stood up, pulled his clothes, and walked into the kitchen.

Fang Wu followed silently.

Ji Xuan watched Fang Wu come in, pointed to the two jars and asked, "So they are placed so close together?"

Fang Wu looked over, and there was only a thumb's distance between the two jars.

She nodded slowly, this is her usual rule, not to mention Ji Xuan has always emphasized this.

"Destroy corpses and wipe out traces?" This idea came to Ji Xuan's mind, Ji Xuan quickly shook his head vigorously, closed the cabinet, and hurried out, preconceived ideas are the biggest taboo.

He leaned against the door frame, closed his eyes and waited for Zhang Xuan to leave and return.

"Master, is black Macao common?" Fang Wu raised his head and asked.

"Every medicine store has them." Ji Xuan said.

Fang Wu asked again: "What do you think of this case, Master?"

"I can't see anything yet, we'll talk about it after the body is dissected." Ji Xuan squinted her eyes and basked in the sun, almost falling asleep comfortably.

Fang Wu shut up and went to look at Ji Xuan.

The man stepped on the threshold with one foot, he had no image, and his whole body was lazy, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Everyone in the world, going to the Yamen to settle a case, can definitely give people the feeling that they are about to fall asleep, and Ji Xuan is probably the only one.

Fang Wu took a few more glances and stepped out of the threshold.

Ji Xuan heard footsteps, but did not respond and still leaned against the door frame, as if she had fallen asleep.

As the sun slowly rose, the number of nosy people in the yard decreased little by little, only Ji Xuan was still leaning against the door frame without moving.

Fang Wu squatted down after watching the conversation between the yamen servant and the child who reported the crime on the table.

"Little friend. About how long did it take you to run from your house to the Yamen to report the crime?" Fang Wu smiled and spoke very kindly.

"Half an hour."

Fang Wu nodded and said, "On weekdays, your mother lives with you and your father."

She tried her best to ask simple questions, firstly to keep the child from getting nervous, and secondly to divert the child's attention.

"Yes, sister, my mother won't commit suicide, she won't." The child said affirmatively.

"Yeah. Just stand here and see if we can find out the facts, okay? Did your father go up the mountain?" Fang Wu patted the child's head and said.

"Well, Daddy goes hunting in the mountains every day, he's scary." The child pointed at the mountain with some hesitation.

"Then what time does he leave every day?"

"I don't know, I won't be there when I wake up."

Fang Wu nodded, and saw Zhang Xuan coming in with a box.

She started to follow behind, but she didn't notice that the child also followed.

Ji Xuan opened her eyes upon hearing the sound, rubbed her face vigorously, and took the box.

He shuffled to the corpse, put on a pair of gloves and began to examine the corpse.

He touched his scalp through the hair, and there was something strange in his eyes, so he took the razor and began to shave off his hair.

I saw small red bumps slowly appearing on the top of the head, densely packed, making people feel creepy.

Then, Ji Xuan cut open the skin of the corpse with a Yazi knife.

He weighed his stomach in his hands, and dragged his lazy voice: "It probably died at Yinshi. Did you use porridge yesterday? It can't be seen now, the stomach is clean."

After talking, I have to go to see the large and small intestines.Haven't lowered your head yet.

Then a man stepped forward rudely, seeing his intestines and stomach slumped on the ground, he said, "What are you doing? Who told you to touch my woman."

The man's thick arms protected the child behind him, staring nervously at everyone in the room, with an unknown look in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)