Concubine

Chapter 15 This operation is not easy

Master Jin just snorted lightly, and without returning the salute, he sneered and said, "What did you write?"

Yang Qiuchi looked at the content he had filled out on the corpse, and found that there was nothing wrong with it, so he asked doubtfully, "Master Jin means...?"

Master Jin put away the folding fan and tapped on the form: "Niannian, what did you write?"

Yang Qiuchi looked carefully again, and read softly: "The blood sample liquid remains..."

"Hahaha..." Master Jin laughed loudly, "Is that how the blood sample is written like this? Who taught you?"

Yang Qiuchi was taken aback: "Why isn't it like this..." Suddenly remembered something, he is now in the Ming Dynasty, people in the Ming Dynasty use traditional characters, and the character "良" written by him is in simplified characters, no wonder they don't know it, this thing Not easy to explain. The traditional Chinese character for "扬" should be "扬", but there are too many strokes, and Yang Qiuchi couldn't remember it at all. It was refreshing, picked up a pen and wrote a traditional Chinese character on a piece of paper.Yang Qiuchi wrote it according to the gourd painting, and then continued to fill in the corpse form. When he encountered traditional characters, he asked Master Jin. With the help of Master Jin, he finally filled in the corpse form of Bai Xiaomei and handed it to Master Jin. Take a look.

Master Jin took over the corpse with a sneer and looked at it. At the beginning, his face was full of disdain, but the more he looked at it, the more dignified he was. At the end, not only did he lose his smile, but he looked surprised. After reading it, he took a closer look at Yang Qiuchi: "Little brother, have you ever been a disobedient before?"

Yang Qiuchi shook his head.

Master Jin took a closer look at the corpse again. Seeing Master Jin's appearance, Song Zhixian asked, "Sir, what's the matter? Written, is it wrong?"

Master Jin handed the corpse to County Magistrate Song: "My lord, please take a look!" After a pause, he praised sincerely, "This little trick is not easy!"

Song Zhixian was full of suspicion, and took over the body. Master Jin pointed to a place above and said, "Please look here, my lord." Song Zhixian looked at it, and saw that it read: "The deceased's face was blue and purple, his pupils were dilated, and his conjunctiva was highly conjunctival. , There are traces of blood flow outside the nasal cavity, blood sample fluid remains in the mouth, three skin peelings under the Adam's apple and on both sides of the neck, and the hyoid bone and thyroid cartilage fracture can be felt by hand."

Song Zhixian took a breath, writing so accurately, some words he had never even heard before, but he knew what he was talking about at a glance. , I don’t know how many times more accurate and comprehensive it is.

Master Jin pointed to another place and said, "My lord, please look here again."

Song Zhixian looked with admiration on his face, and saw that it read: "The deceased had two light red skin abrasions between the cleavage, and a ring-shaped tooth mark around the right breast, accompanied by subcutaneous bleeding. The inner left thigh is two inches from the genitals. There is a scratch on the skin." Seeing this, he couldn't help but praise: "Yang Yuzuo, your corpse is very well written!"

Song Zhixian continued to look down, "There is a fresh wound at *seven o'clock,..." But he couldn't understand this line, and asked: "Yang Wuzuo, this '*seven o'clock' I don't quite understand. Can you explain it."

Yang Qiuchi leaned over to take a look, and this sentence read: "There is a fresh wound at *[-] o'clock, the gap extends from the free edge to the base, the wound has blood scabs, small *, large * mucosal tissue hyperemia and edema." Hee hee Smiling, he said, "What's so difficult to understand! Seven o'clock is..." Suddenly remembering that there were no clocks in ancient times, naturally, I didn't know what seven o'clock meant, so I drew a circle with my fingers and explained: "* Seven o'clock When the deceased was lying on his back, there was a crack at the lower left corner of the body."

Song Zhixian and Master Jin looked at each other and nodded.Yang Qiuchi was a little embarrassed and said: "I'd better change it into a popular term." Song Zhixian nodded again and handed over the corpse to Yang Qiuchi.

After Yang Qiuchi corrected it, he said, "I'm going to check the corpse on the ground now."

Song Zhixian waved his hand and said, "Wait a minute, I, let me ask you, how are you so familiar with autopsy?"

Yang Qiuchi thought to himself, I have studied forensic medicine at the medical university for so many years, and I have worked for several years. There are hundreds of autopsies alone.If autopsy can be done, the inspection report written is called professional, but I can’t tell them, so I said, “I took it for granted, is it correct?”

Song Zhixian smiled and said: "Yes! Very good, I, I have never seen such a fine and wonderful corpse." He turned his head and asked Mr. Jin, "Isn't it? Sir."

Master Jin nodded again and again, and said sincerely: "Yes, I have been a famous criminal master for more than ten years, and I have accompanied many magistrates and countless officials to examine the corpses. To be honest, I have never seen such a well-written corpse. Well. The little brother is good at this, I have missed it!" After finishing speaking, he bowed his hands to Yang Qiuchi.

Hearing that the two had no words to praise him, Yang Qiuchi was a little embarrassed, said a few words of humility, then turned around and came to the ground next to Bai Sumei's corpse, squatting down to carefully observe the pinch mark on the neck of the corpse, the shape of the pinch mark was similar to that of Bai Xiaomei's neck. It is very similar, and it is likely to be carried out by the same person. Just as he was about to untie Bai Sumei's dress for inspection, he suddenly heard Song Zhixian's low voice saying: "Qing, how is the situation? Yes, do you have any clues to solve the case?"

The reason why Song Zhixian asked this question was because Yang Qiuchi's corpse was written so accurately. If the case could be solved, it would be icing on the cake, but if the case could not be solved, there would be no room for excuses. It became a curse around his neck.Song Zhixian didn't have any ideas on how to solve this case. Looking at Mr. Jin's appearance, he probably didn't have any ideas. Song Zhixian felt more and more nervous when he thought of his boss's contemptuous eyes on him, and finally couldn't bear to open his mouth to ask Yang Qiuchi. May solve the case.

Yang Qiuchi lowered his head and pondered. The crime happened only three or four hours ago. If the scene was well protected, the smell of the murderer should still be there. It would be great if there were police dogs, you can try to track them down.Instead of answering Song Zhixian's question, he asked Yin De: "Mr. Yin, who was the first to discover it?"

Yin De wiped away his tears, choked up and said, "It's me. I returned home from a banquet at Mr. Long's house at noon. When I opened the door and looked, I found that they were, already... woo woo woo..."

"Then who else has been to the scene?"

"I yelled at the door, and the servants all ran over. When they saw the situation, everyone panicked and rushed to rescue them. After saving for a long time, they realized that both of them were out of breath, woo woo woo..."

From this point of view, there should be quite a few people entering the scene. The smell was messed up. Even if there were police dogs, they might not be able to track them down. Yang Qiuchi was a little frustrated.

At this moment, a dog barking "Wow, woof, woof..." was heard in the distance. The barking was getting closer and closer, a black shadow flickered, and a puppy jumped into the door and ran to Yang Qiuchi's side.

Yang Qiuchi looked down and saw that this little dog was the little black dog who was chased away by the slaves just now, and he was overjoyed: "Xiao Hei! You're back! How do you know I'm here? You're so smart! "Squatting down and stroking the little black dog's back, the little black dog whimpered happily and wagged its tail affectionately around Yang Qiuchi.

At this time, urgent footsteps and noise came from outside the door.Several house slaves chased into the room with sticks in their hands. When they saw the little black dog, they stepped forward to beat him.

"Stop! What are you doing?" Yang Qiuchi shouted in front of the little black dog.

(End of this chapter)