After going ashore at the funeral home, I relied on prophecy to solve the case and save myself

Chapter 19 Numbers
A circle of emerald green like a summer lotus, full of vitality and greenery, lying in a wooden box in a gentle and elegant manner.

When grandma was alive, she often said that she would leave this family bracelet as a dowry in the future.

Zhu Jiangjiang didn't care whether she was married or not, but this bracelet made her feel at ease when she returned to her side.

In this accident, Ma Xiao was at fault first, he had no face to confess the cause of the accident in front of his family, but he did not dare to speak ill of Zhu Jiangjiang in front of the two families.

So this blind date was quite satisfactory. Although the marriage of the two young children was not negotiated, the cooperation between the Ma and Zhu families was negotiated.

As soon as the cooperation between the two companies was finalized, Chen Chen wisely asked Zhu Jiangjiang to deliver the things she wanted before she was discharged from the hospital, and settled the medical bills by the way.

In addition to the bracelet, there are also a few books.

Zhu Jiangjiang dipped some water on his fingertips, and deftly rubbed the corners of the books, ripping off the covers of three of the books one by one.

The covers of these three books are relatively thick, sandwiched between two layers of tissue paper, and after tearing open, a few thin sheets of rice paper fell out——

These three pieces of paper are exactly the secret recipe of snake medicine that Zhu's father wanted to find with all his heart but could not find anywhere!
When grandma was alive, someone once wanted to buy the secret recipe of snake medicine, and the price for one secret recipe was 3000 million!
When Zhu's father rushed to Liangshan to attend the funeral, he took all the books away as soon as he entered the door. Zhu Jiangjiang never had a chance to take out the secret recipe.

Now it's finally taken out, but she hasn't figured out how to deal with it yet.If she makes a good plan, her merit point may be settled.

Zhu Jiangjiang re-glued the covers of the three books and locked them together with the bracelet. The secret recipe was hidden elsewhere before washing and falling asleep.

Early the next morning, in Ping An Building, beauty salon.

"No wonder I always smell the smell of barbecue, and I thought I didn't have enough breakfast." Datang muttered.

Before the words finished, Zhu Jiangjiang coughed twice as if warning.Realizing his slackness, he hastily corrected his posture, carefully placed No. 38 on the operating table, and made three solid bows.

"Don't blame me if you have any, don't blame if you have any, I'm fat and cheap, sir, don't be offended."

"There must be respect for the dead. They are no different from the living. They are all our customers."

Zhu Jiangjiang didn't say much, and after Datang apologized, he put on his gloves and started working.

No. 38 was a middle-aged man who unfortunately died in the fire. The cause of death was that he could not escape in time and was suffocated by thick smoke.

His eyes were closed, and the bridge of his nose was marked by long-wearing glasses.The lips were bright red, the hair on the body surface was scorched, the body was slightly curled up, and the redness and swelling of the tissue at the edge of the burn were scattered on the skin all over the body.

Among them, the lower extremities and back are especially severe, with a large area of ​​blisters and eschar on them.

Due to suffocation, No. 38's hand showed a typical chicken claw shape.

Zhu Jiangjiang rushed down from the head with the water hose all the way, and when he raised his hand, he accidentally found two strings of strange numbers written on the palm of No. 38's hand.

After a closer look, it was a phone number and a six-digit password.

"Wait a minute."

Zhu Jiangjiang signaled Datang to stop working, took off his gloves and wrote down the number on a piece of paper.

"Whose phone number is this? Could it be that number 38 was murdered?" Datang approached curiously.

"How can there be so many murderers? Did the famous detective Anthony watch too much tonight?"

Zhu Jiangjiang was joking, but out of caution, she put on her gloves again and touched No. 38 from the beginning to the end.

The first thing that can be confirmed is that the cause of death of No. 38 was indeed suffocation.After opening his mouth, the edematous larynx was clearly visible.

Secondly, there were no other defensive injuries on the body, and the erythema on the edge of the skin burn tissue was obviously swollen, which was obviously a characteristic of burn death during his lifetime.

In the end, although the forensic doctor did not conduct an autopsy after he was burned to death, he took blood and did a blood test. It is possible that the person who was poisoned did not exist.

In general, there is no doubt about the cause of death of No. 38.

Since there was no doubt, Zhu Jiangjiang rolled up his sleeves and continued working with confidence.

Use a brush to brush off the ulcers and rotten flesh on the surface of the skin, and scrape off the burnt hair with a blade, and then rinse and disinfect again.

After the rotten meat on the legs was scraped off, the hole left was relatively large, and the back was also a bit uneven.

Zhu Jiangjiang specially prepared two kinds of repair fluids. The one with high cotton content was filled on the legs, and the back part only added a little cotton wool to the vulcanized latex.

The back only needs simple repairs, but after the shaping and drying of the legs, it needs to be smoothed several times to adjust the appearance.

There are many procedures, which need to be carried out three times. Zhu Jiangjiang can only repair the legs while dealing with other parts.

Finally, before lunch, VIP No. 38 was dealt with.At this time, Zhu Jiangjiang also received a reply from Shi Chong——

During the break just now, she took the time to send the phone number to Shi Chong, asking him to check the relevant information of this number.

"Pu Jianguo?" Zhu Jiangjiang chewed on the words, only feeling that the name sounded familiar.

"Isn't Park Jianguo VIP No. 38? What's wrong with him, did he really commit suicide?" Datang tried to sneak a peek at Zhu Jiangjiang's cell phone, but Zhu Jiangjiang was blocked by his bulky body.

"You silly boy, hurry up and cook."

It's so strange, why do you write your own phone number on your palm?
Zhu Jiangjiang took out his mobile phone and tried to dial VIP No. 38 with his own mobile phone.

"Hello! The phone you dialed has been turned off. Now I will transfer you to the voice mailbox. Please leave a message after the beep..."

Zhu Jiangjiang was suddenly blessed. After a hasty meal, she returned to the office and was about to look through the information to find out the contact information of VIP No. 38's family members, but was told that the family members had already arrived.

The funeral of VIP No. 38 was being held in the Jixiang Building at this time. It can be seen that he was a teacher loved by the students before his death, and there were many young people watching the ceremony in the auditorium.

"Thank you! He wears leather shoes every day when he goes out, and he cleans up neatly. He said he wants to set an example for the students and pay attention to his appearance." The wife of No. 38 has red eyes, and she is holding a seven or eight-year-old child by her hand.

"I was worried that he would blame me for the funeral and let others see him go in such a mess... I didn't expect to clean up so well. Thank you very much."

After learning about Zhu Jiangjiang's guess, she took out her mobile phone and dialed the voicemail number without hesitation.

"This is just my guess, maybe it has other meanings." Zhu Jiangjiang reassured.

"No, you're right. It's probably the password to the voicemail. He called me four or five times before he died and I didn't receive it... He's such a romantic person..."

Before the woman finished speaking, she heard a message ringing on her phone.

"Ye Mei, my love, I will call you my wife for the last time. I can't give you a gift on the anniversary. I'm sorry for you. I'm not a good man. I hope you are free and happy. Yueyue, Dad loves you forever , take good care of mom."

There was unconscious silence in the auditorium, except for the repeated playback of the message on the mobile phone's loudspeaker.

Zhu Jiangjiang touched the wet corners of her eyes, and left quietly.

(End of this chapter)