As a sweetheart in the palm of your hand

Chapter 9
The weather in April often changes as soon as it is said, and Ji Xuan entered the tooth shop wearing a coir raincoat.

He watched the people coming and going in the dental shop, resisted the thought of turning his head and leaving, and crossed the threshold with ink-stained steps.

As soon as he entered, he stood in front of the counter and said to a man in black and bunt: "The set behind the alley, this is the last commission."

Ji Xuan usually lives behind the Bazi Hutong, which is less than half a quarter of an hour away from the Yamen.

But he didn't buy the yard himself.To be precise, it was bought when his father was around, and it was mortgaged, and it was not fully repaid until this month.

"Ji Xu, right? Do you want to change your name?"

The person at the dental shop flipped through the booklet in his hand while asking.

The mortgaged house can be transferred when the formalities are completed, and it is normal to have such a question.

"No need." Ji Xuan said affirmatively, and suddenly pointed to An Qing who was crowded in the crowd: "Which one is it? You also manage introductions here?"

Ji Xu is naturally Ji Xuan's father, he remembered that he had heard Fang Wu and the others talk about it before, and that An Qing had also dealt with people from Yahang.

"No, it must be buying or renting a house. We don't do anything else here." The man from the tooth shop said humanely.

"Where is that piece of housing, and what is the price?" Ji Xuan nodded and asked.

"The one on Baihebi Hill, the price... is over a million taels." The man in the bunt raised his head slightly and said.

"A silver tattoo?" Ji Xuan turned around and asked.

"Jinyin, please sign here." The man smiled slightly.

Ji Xuan was taken aback, staring at An Qing for a long time, this matter was a bit strange.Although he doesn't know what the concept of this price is, it shouldn't be affordable by ordinary people, right?

"Mr. Ji? Sign it?" Hearing Ya Xingren's business-like voice again, Ji Xuan turned around and signed, and then walked out of the house.

When Ji Xuan returned to the yamen, he saw that there was no one chatting in the yamen.

Ji Xuan was taken aback, looked at the sky and the hourglass, and was sure that it had been a long time since the reprimand.

Even if it's raining, you shouldn't be so unpunctual, right?But Ji Xuan didn't pay much attention, and continued to go to the morgue behind.

The small red dots on the scalp of the corpse, after a long period of freezing, some other things can be seen on it.

Therefore, he was in a hurry to see if he could find some new clues.

But as soon as he entered the morgue, he saw a yamen servant lying on his stomach inside. The yamen servant heard the sound of him pushing the door and looked up.

"Ji Tongzhi? You're back, you scared us to death." The yamen servant said and ran out in two or three steps.

Ji Xuan stared at it for a while, and it took a while to realize what was going on.

For a long time, is it because he is afraid that he will lose it?Since he was a child, his sense of direction was very weak, and he often turned around in this yamen alley for a long time before he could get out.

Therefore, many people would not let him go out alone, but as he grew up and became familiar with this area, such things did not happen often, so this is...

Ji Xuan shook her head helplessly, and after approving another piece of clothing outside the coir raincoat, she took off the white cloth on the corpse and began to observe.

The red dots on the scalp of the corpse had grown bigger and crowded the entire back of the head, Ji Xuan stared at those spots, searching for something in his mind.

After a while, Ji Xuan came out again, staring at the file at the crime scene in the classroom.

Seeing that there was a thin ring of kerosene on the floor, he had even more doubts. Kerosene and black pockmarks can indeed cause rashes on the scalp, but the victim was hanged, so it should be the same after being placed on the ground. No access to kerosene.

In addition, this kerosene, wax oil, and wine are mixed together, which really means to burn the corpse to wipe out the traces.

Ji Xuan's scalp felt numb, but he still tried his best to remember everything in it, wondering if there was anything in it that they hadn't noticed.

The murderer wanted to burn the house down. Could it be that he only wanted to burn two people? Are there still these clues? Could there be other things?
Just as Ji Xuan was thinking, when she heard footsteps, she raised her head in disbelief and saw Zhang Xuan and Fang Wu coming in.

Zhang Xuan stared at him with disgust, as if he had some deep hatred for him.

As for Fang Wu, in his hand was a roll of portrait paper, a few sheets of paper and a rattle drum, no matter how many there were, he couldn't see clearly.

"Officer Ji, where are you going next time, let me know. It's easy to scare people to death if you suddenly disappear like this." Zhang Xuan slapped the things in his hand on the table and said.

Ji Xuan didn't say anything, just unfolded the things Zhang Xuan put on the table and saw a purse, the pattern on the purse was vivid, and there were a few copper coins inside.

Some rust can be faintly seen on the edge of the copper plate.

"Hey. You're dead? Just right, these are enough for your burial." Ji Xuan looked at it and spread out his palms to hand them back to Zhang Xuan.

"Master, that's stolen money. A government servant found it in a hole outside the house where the crime happened."

"Purse? I remember that there was a basket in the victim's house. See if this has something to do with the silk thread inside."

"it is good."

As Fang Wu said, he put the few copper coins back into his purse, and went to flip through the file records.

She followed the train of thought given to her by Ji Xuan and wondered if this belonged to the deceased, but why was it buried deep underground?

"Hole?"

Ji Xuan looked at Fang Wu, and suddenly remembered that Fang Wu had uttered a word.

"... When the yamen servant was searching, he poured some water on the corner of the wall. You know, the sound is different when it goes into the soil and it's pouring on the box. This purse is placed in a square iron box."

Fang Wu didn't speak, just lowered his head and continued to flip through the file.

When Ji Xuan opened his mouth again, Zhang Xuan whistled.

"What kind of water did you pour?" As soon as the words finished, Ji Xuan asked back.

"You'd better look at this." Zhang Xuan spread out the portrait paper in Fang Wu's hand in front of Ji Xuan's eyes.

Slowly unfolding, Ji Xuan could see clearly that it was not a portrait, but a simple paper-cut pasted on the drawing paper.

There was a swishing sound, and the paper-cut still didn't stand firm. At a certain moment, Ji Xuan seemed to see the big man shrinking hundreds of times and standing on the piece of paper.

"For your blessing, we found a wooden house deep in the mountain. There was an animal skin inside. The rest of what you saw, except this purse, was found there." Zhang Xuansai told Ji Xuan I'm a little upset.

"Let's go and have a look." Ji Xuan said and was about to walk out.

"Come back, come back, you can be a human being, tomorrow." Zhang Xuan walked briskly and dragged him onto the chair.

"Is it enough?" Ji Xuan found out some money from his sleeve and spread it out in front of Zhang Xuan's eyes.

"It's not about money." Zhang Xuan pushed Ji Xuan's hand back.

Ji Xuan took out some more, squinted her eyes, and said nothing.

Zhang Xuan grabbed it immediately: "I took the money, but it's really not good right now. The mountain was blocked by heavy rain. We came down from Xihe Village."

Ji Xuan sighed, and said as he walked, "Let's go see the big man and the children."

Fang Wu followed in with a few portraits, and Zhang Xuan took a red cylinder from the drawer and walked in.

(End of this chapter)