The punishment of the female imperial court

Chapter 60 Murder Weapon: Needle and Silk Thread? [Second update, please order first! 】

Yu Qiansi took out two embroidery needles from the back of Zhao Zhaodi and Qian Xulai's heads that were completely submerged in their heads.

And this hole is
Dumb point.

Indications for mania, epilepsy, hoarseness and stroke.

Looking at the faces of these two people, one can still vaguely discern some weird smiles on them.

Logically speaking, if this acupuncture point is stabbed, people should be in extreme pain, so how can they laugh instead?
"Not only that," Zhang Yilun rolled up the sleeves of Zhao Zhaodi, the first deceased, and said, "Only she was traumatized during her lifetime."

The skin outside the scaphoid where the inside of the wrist meets the palm has a slight abrasion.The wound was extremely shallow and had been cleaned and tidied up. It could be seen that it was healing, indicating that it was an injury suffered before death.

"Sister Yu, can you find anything else?" Zhang Yilun took off a corner of the glove, grabbed the candy on the side and threw it into his mouth, reminding slyly: "For example, some clues that can be used as the basis for the investigation of the merger. "

Yu Qiansi twitched the corners of her mouth helplessly, and this little adult dared to come to test herself.However, he picked up each head and checked it over and over again, and gestured at the incision on the neck for a long time.

Enlightenment said: "There is a problem with this fatal injury."

Zhang Yilun nodded again and again, very excited, "I knew Sister Yu would be able to see it! I've never seen such a strange injury before!"

Boyi took a closer look and said with emotion: "Indeed, the incision is so sharp, what a fast knife it is."

Yu Qiansi shook her head: "I'm afraid this is not a wound caused by a weapon."

From the way Boyi frowned, it was obvious that he didn't understand.

She reached out and took an orange from the table beside her, weighing it in her hand, and suddenly thought of playing around.

He smiled maliciously and asked, "Master Bo, have you ever seen beheading?"

"Put a human head on an anvil, sharpen a knife on a whetstone, and, like this"

She put the orange in her hand on the edge of the table, half hanging in the air, and pulled out a dagger from nowhere, raised the knife in her hand and dropped it, the half of the orange hanging in the air splashed with juice and fell straight down, and then Zhang Yilun quickly picked it up Catch it when it hits the ground.

Those hands touched the dead man's head just now.

Boyi felt a chill on the back of his neck, his hairs counted down, and the smell in the room took over again.

He couldn't help gnashing his teeth and said, "Did you two do it on purpose?"

Yu Qiansi laughed out loud.

The two held half an orange in each hand, and handed it to Boyi in unison.

Asked: "Look, can you find anything?"

The originally sweet and sour fresh smell, together with the stench in the room and the smell of ginger vinegar on the tip of his nose, made him almost vomit again. He just felt that he didn't want to eat oranges anymore in his life.

Enduring the tumbling in his stomach, he wrinkled his face and watched for a long time.
Sure enough, there is a difference!
"Here." He took the two halves of the orange and put them together, turned the strange seam in front of him, and said in surprise, "This place is a gap, not cut with a knife, but"

It was broken.

Looking at the bright smile of the woman in front of him, he understood.

Most of the orange is suspended in the air and has weight.

No matter how sharp the knife is, when a slit is cut, the part that has been separated will fall down due to its own weight.

Therefore, before the knife finishes cutting the last part, the half of the orange with the orange peel will be torn off due to the weight, thus leaving an uneven, small tear-like gap at the end.It will not be a neat knife edge that is completely split in two.

It's like beheading.

Whether it is beheading or cutting oranges, it is not as good as cutting vegetables on a chopping board.

The head itself also has weight. When it is split in the air, the part that has been split will not stop in mid-air and wait for the knife to fall before separating the head and body.

Due to its own weight, it will fall by itself while being split.

Therefore, it should be like this orange, the incision should not be completely neat, but there will be some irregular tearing wounds at the part where the body and head are separated at the end.

But these four corpses did not have such gaps.

After Boyi understood this, he looked at the orange in his hand, felt disgusted, and hurriedly handed it out.

Zhang Yilun took it indifferently, peeled off the skin and ate it happily.

Boyi frowned, he would never eat oranges again.

Yu Qiansi continued to look down at the corpse.

With a jade face in red, long eyelashes trembling slightly, and her eyebrows not looking at Zidai were frowned, Boyi subconsciously picked up the lamp and approached the corpse to help her illuminate.

The moment the lamp shadow flickered, she suddenly noticed something.

He raised his head and glanced at Boyi, his eyes looked like fireworks being lit. Boyi was fascinated by the fireworks all over the sky. Before he could recover, he saw her snatch the lamp from his hand and place it on the neck of the corpse. The fracture was shaking back and forth.

As the light source rotated, the three of them seemed to have entered a revolving lantern, and all the shadows around them twisted strangely.

"Little Zhang, look!" Yu Qiansi pointed to the incisions on the necks of the four skeletons, "Is there a deeper cut every other section?"

Of the four corpses, three of them had been dead for many days. If it wasn't for the shaking of the candle just now, the projection on the neck was infinitely magnified and cast on the ground, I am afraid they would not have found this.

Yuqian laughed lightly, looked up at Boyi, and praised him sincerely, "It's really lucky!"

The seven-color fireworks in his eyes once again bloomed with joy.

The last time Boyi heard this sentence was in Fengting Garden.

The state of mind at that moment is by no means comparable to this moment.

Looking at the woman in front of her smiling heartlessly, it is difficult to connect the willful person in front of her with the woman who is still threatened by others at night.

She seems to have the ability to never forget suffering and difficulties, and always find ways to make herself happy.

This feeling seems to be contagious to others.

He unconsciously bent the corners of his mouth and laughed lightly, and the boredom in his chest for the past few days was swept away with the smile.

Zhang Yilun dropped the orange in his hand and came over.The three squatted on the ground together, their eyes level with their necks on the table.

"Sure enough!"

The skin and flesh will shrink as it rots, making it less noticeable, but the incisions on the bones will not change over time.

When I touched it carefully, there was a small slit in the middle of the level scar on the cervical spine.

It's just like.
"It's like, the middle of this kitchen knife suddenly became a bit wider," Zhang Yilun felt and sighed: "Sister Yu, you are so powerful, I didn't realize it before."

With this discovery, and comparing it with other places, it can be found that this trace will appear at intervals.

Boyi braced his head and wanted to break his head, but he still had no thoughts.

He gestured and gestured in the air, line-dot-line-dot-line
"What kind of weapon is this? Why does it suddenly become thicker and thinner in the middle?"

The cut surface should be very thin, so the head can be cut off quickly, but there is still a thicker place in the middle, like a connection point?
No matter how rare weapons in the world are, there is only one primary casting principle.That's for convenience, not for looks.

In other words, the reason why this murder weapon is like this is that there is a reason why it has to be like this.

Feasibility aside, it's like .
Yuqian pondered and said, "Do you think this wound looks like silk thread?"

She still remembers that when she was a child, she watched her mother embroider and played with silk thread by herself.Accidentally pulling it hard, a thin silk thread strangled the finger with a bloodstain, and the wound was not shallow.

"Yeah, Sister Yu! This spot that suddenly becomes thicker in the middle is also like a knot tied with silk thread."

Thinking of this, even Zhang Yilun couldn't help shivering, hesitantly looked at the motionless body of Liu Xiaoxing at the end of the board.

With a sad face, he said: "Embroidery needles, silk thread? No matter how it sounds like, the female ghost Xiuniang with superb embroidery skills is back for revenge."

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