The Delicate Lady Coroner

As soon as the lid of the coffin was opened, a pungent smell spilled out. Xu Wanshu, who had died in January, was lying in the coffin in a mourning suit. From a glance, dense maggot flies crawled all over her body.

Rao Bo Ruoyou can be considered as a warrior. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but frowning. The embroidered clothes on the side made his faces look at each other for a moment. Seeing Bo Ruoyou's expression was filled with hesitation and sympathy, Ning Xiao stared at her coldly.

Bo Ruoyou rolled his sleeves with a fragrant pill in his mouth, covered with a silk kerchief, and put on the handguards given by Huo Weilou. Then, Ning Xiao saw the pair of handguards, and his face disappeared unexpectedly. He glanced at Huo Wei Building again quickly.

Xu Kang stood not far away for the couple and didn't dare to walk closer. Huo Weilou saw the two of them like this. He paced towards Bo Ruoyou. When he saw the situation in the coffin, his brows frowned.

The mountain wind is extremely cold, and Bo Ruoyou has his sleeves rolled up high to prevent dirt from getting on his body. At this moment, two thin white arms are exposed outside like tender lotus roots, which makes you feel pity when you look at them. However, she has a cold face. The solemn meaning shuts out all eyes.

Although Ning Xiao and the embroiderers knew that their master Hou would not bring someone with imperfect craftsmanship, Bo Ruoyou was a woman, and everyone was really unsure. At this moment, they saw Bo Ruoyou poking aside between a patch of maggots and flies. After the collar of the corpse's funeral clothes, everyone's expressions were a little brilliant. Ning Xiao was looking on the side with cold eyes. Seeing this, the cold eyes could not help loosening.

Huo Weilou looked at Bo Ruoyou's soft waist, those corpses wriggling by her hand, and Xu Wanshu, who died in January, was not only rancid, but also indistinguishable in human form. She was so close to the corpse. It was a little difficult for him to watch.

Huo Weilou turned sideways, and it was the first time he had such emotions in his heart. He clearly understood that it was not because Bo Ruoyou was a woman that he gave birth to these pitying hearts that he had never had before.

No matter how unbearable this is, it's a tolerance. Huo Weilou couldn't make her rash because of pity, and Bo Ruoyou obviously didn't mean it. She was alone on the side of the coffin. This investigation took half an hour. .

When she straightened up, Bo Ruoyou was still sweating in the cold mountain breeze. She raised her hand and wiped her forehead with her arm, and then said: "The deceased died because of strangulation, not by hanging. "

A word to determine the cause of death also defines Xu Wanshu’s death. If it is hanged or committed suicide, but if it is strangled, it must have been murdered. In the distance, Xu Kangwei and his wife changed their expressions slightly when they heard this. , Seeing Xu Kang with a face of suspicion, Bo Ruoyou whispered coldly and told Huo Weilou.

"The streak is very similar to the streak on the body of the first deceased. The streak is under the cartilage of the throat of the dead. The traces of the rope on both sides of the neck are raised obliquely upwards. In addition, the strangulation on her body is deep, the epidermis is severely damaged during the period, and there are many bleeding spots. The same is true on the eye mask. There will also be obvious bleeding on the meninges in the brain, and if it is self-hanging, it will not be accompanied by such severe bleeding. There are many bleeding points in the constriction, and the congestion and swelling on the face will not be so serious. "

Looking inside the coffin, Bo Ruoyou said again: "The deceased had obvious scratches on his hands, and the nails were stained with dirt. I haven't seen what it is for now..."

She was holding another piece of silk paw in her hand. There were a few needle-pointed black dirt on the silk paw. Because it was stained with corpse water, the color at the moment looked quite dirty. She paused and said, "Thanks to Master Xu buried Miss Xu before she cleaned her body, otherwise, these stains would not be visible."

There are many rules for people to wear funeral clothes after death, and the most basic thing is to tidy up the appearance of the deceased, not to mention helping her to wash her body and dress up neatly. The Xu family even failed to clean her exposed hands. , One can imagine how Xu Wanshu was taken back to the mansion that day and was wrapped in a coffin in hastily mourning clothes.

Bo Ruoyou has a clear speech and a clear voice. He didn't even look at Xu Kangwei, but he blushed with what he said.

She added: "She had struggled violently when she was murdered. This is evidenced by the many bleeding points on her neck, as well as the bruises on the collarbone and the side of her neck. She was strangled to death, and the broken beam in the nunnery was a coincidence. Ask the person who was the first to the scene of the crime here to judge... I can think of the trauma on her hands and body. She did not commit suicide, but Master Xu deliberately ignored this."

Xu Kang looked guilty and frightened, and wanted to explain, but now the evidence is in front of him. Any explanation is weak. Thin Ruoyou said: "Except for bleeding and shape, the mark is similar to the first deceased. The depth is also the same as that of the first deceased. If there was a slight hesitation about whether it was a murderer earlier, then it can be determined now that several people in this case were killed by the same person."

"The injury on the outer side of her arm, due to the decay, can no longer tell what kind of sharp weapon was used, but the obvious boundary can still be seen, and when the skin is peeled off, no extra wounds are left. In that sentence, the murderer is good at skillful knives, especially this time the girl with slender arms, but he is able to use knives with ease. Most of them rely on knives for a living, or he is very good at certain skills that require knives. people."

As he said, Bo Ruoyou gestured to the autopsy knife in his hand: "For example, if a civilian girl uses a autopsy knife, it can also strip people off like this."

She was so taboo, Huo Weilou frowned slightly, "I suspected the cook and the butcher before--"

Bo Ruoyou didn't answer the conversation right away. Her eyes were condensed. It seemed that after a few days, she had different thoughts, but she hadn't spoken yet, Huo Weilou said, "I'll talk about these roads. If there are omissions or need to be re-examined, if they are gone, we will go to clean hands first, and we should go back to the city."

It's getting late, and the clear weather at the moment is gloomy, and if you stay there, the sky may change.

Bo Ruoyou first put the filth-wrapped silk paw into the wooden box, and then went to see the corpse. The corpse after one month of death became serious. It is impossible to find direct evidence of the murderer from above. There were deep scars left on the corpse, telling what happened that day, Bo Ruoyou determined the location of several injuries, and then ordered the embroidered clothes to close the coffin.

The coffin closed slowly, and Bo Ruoyou frowned as she watched Xu Wanshuxiu, who was slowly disappearing under the coffin lid, frowned. At this time, Huo Weilou ordered them to rebuild the grave, while walking to Bo Ruoyou’s side. "You come with Benhou."

Bo Ruoyou didn't know what he was going to do, but he followed without thinking about it. After following him out of the Xu family's cemetery from the northwest corner, Bo Ruoyou realized that he was taking her to the valley ahead, and the two of them left. Not long after, the sound of a gurgling stream entered Bo Ruoyou's ears, and she was happy, "How did Lord Hou know that there is a stream here?"

Passing another piece of pine and cypress, a stream down the valley really came into view, Bo Ruoyou still wears a towel on her face, only a pair of eyes are exposed, her hands are dirty, and her body smells like a corpse. Zhiwei, it is a woman, Xijie, Huo Weilou has not yet answered, she has rushed over.

Huo Weilou stood under a green pine and looked at her, "I have been here before, naturally I know."

Bo Ruoyouzai carefully washed the handguards, and then took off the upper towel, revealing a sweaty face. Seeing the clear water of the stream, she couldn't help but rushed towards her face. In the early spring, the mountain stream was still bitterly cold, and she was not afraid. Huo Weilou raised her eyebrows when she saw it, but she held back what she wanted to say.

After washing neatly, Bo Ruoyou stood up wet with a wet face, now she put down her sleeves, and her whole body has returned to her gentle appearance. Seeing the pretty appearance of everyone, it is really rough, Huo Weilou shook her head. , Turned and went back to the cemetery.

Bo Ruoyou followed him and said as he walked: "The strangled marks that were strangled twice are almost exactly the same. This makes people guess that the murderer always brought his own rope instead of making a temporary intention. He just murdered Bo's Mansion II. Miss, I don’t know how to change the way."

Huo Wei's building was slow, "Wei Ling has no definite number of trips. Maybe that day was really a coincidence."

Bo Ruoyou followed, surrounded by towering pines and cypresses that were slightly cold, but Huo Weilou was beside her, but Bo Ruoyou was quite relieved, and she asked, "After returning to the city, can Lord Hou still go to the Bo's House?"

Huo Weilou turned his eyes to look at her, and saw that she was looking at him with wonderful eyes, nodded when she retracted her gaze, "Go."

After returning to the cemetery, Xu Wanshu’s tomb was rebuilt. Once everything was in order, the group returned to the capital again and went down to Fengming Mountain. Bo Ruoyou couldn’t help but open the curtain and looked back towards the mountain. There are many cemeteries and cemeteries on Fengming Mountain. The nobles in the capital also selected the treasures of Fengshui here. Of course, Bo Ruoyou remembers that the cemetery of the Bo family is also among them.

"What do you want to say about the murderer?"

Huo Weilou asked like this, and Bo Ruoyou regained her consciousness. She turned around and said, "Before the folk girl suspected that the murderer might be a cook or a butcher, but now, I don't know if Lu Wenhe suddenly involved the folk girl and watched a lot. Because of the poetry and paintings, the people’s daughter now feels that the murderer is not like a chef."

"The murderers chosen by the murderers were all young ladies from wealthy families. Wearing a red dress and having a cinnabar mole was the most important feature. Their family background should not be ignored, and all three of her were in the Lingxiao Poetry Club. The murderer chose by coincidence. After the three of her, this made Minnv think that the murderer must be a generation of Tongwenmo, and his hobby for cinnabar moles on women also reminded Minnv of some ghostly painted skin stories that have been seen in the legendary script."

"Ghosts are born and ugly. Seeing the beauty of women born in the sun, they turn them into adults to seduce them, and then murder them, only to take away the beautiful skins of the women, put cinnabar rouge on the skins of the women, and then put them on themselves. ..."

Bo Ruoyou returned to the end, and said so far, "The murderer's knife is exquisite. Perhaps in his own opinion, he regards the appearance of a woman's skin as a beautiful thing, and his behavior is like spending a lot of money to buy paintings and poetry, but it is Strip the skin and flesh of the woman to appreciate and collect, or if he has this incompleteness, he is jealous and desires to seize it."

What Bo Ruoyou said is no longer a simple inference of the day. She even depicted the murderer’s psychology. This seemingly cruel method of harming people with difficulty in finding normal motives, from Bo Ruoyou's words, seems to have a Reasonable answer.

Huo Weilou stared at her, which made Bo Ruoyou a little embarrassed, "Has the people's daughter shed the light of the murderer? Some people in this world may read books well, but their character may be wrong, or maybe Looking at the well-dressed clothes, there are ghosts and charms hidden in my heart. With my own preferences, I give birth to some unimaginable thoughts to harm people..."

"Why did Ben Hou say that you were wrong?" Huo Wei Building leaned against the wall of the car, "Ben Hou thought that you did an excellent post-mortem examination, and you can think about it. It seems out of line with ordinary people's minds, but it just happened to find the murderer. Motivation for the crime."

Bo Ruoyou breathed a sigh of relief, and Huo Weilou said: "If it is connected with writing, ink, poetry and painting, there are also many places where knives are used. Mounting paintings, jade carvings, porcelain and clay sculptures, book bindings sold by the museum, even in the shop selling rice paper, Paper cutting is also a skill. Those who do this must either be at least rough and literate, or they will deal with Yawu all day long and do fine work related to knives."

Although the murderer's method of committing crimes is fierce, when he can strip the woman's skin and flesh, it gives people a sense of exquisiteness and delicateness. It is indeed like someone who often deals with elegant things. Bo Ruoyou is sure to be at peace, and Huo Wei Building is opened. The curtain instructed Ning Xiao, "You go to Xu's house to see how the interrogation is going, and the maid must be found, and Benhou will go to Bo's house."

Ning Xiao should be outside. When the group of people returned to the capital, they split their way after a short walk. Huo Weilou took Bo Ruoyou straight to Zhongqin Bo's Mansion. Before arriving at Bo's Mansion, the concierge saw Huo Wei's House. Come in person, and go to pass in panic right now.

Before reaching the main courtyard, the old lady had already personally greeted him, "It's actually Hou Ye who came here?"

Huo Weilou first mourned the old lady, and then said: "This case was originally taken over by Ning Xiao. Today, when I was free, I also asked a few questions. I came to the mansion today because I wanted to inquire again."

While talking to the Huo Wei Tower, the old lady went to see Bo Ruoyou, Bo Ruoyou, and then Huo Wei Tower. Although the eyes were a little strange, the face was not obvious, "Master Hou is here in a hurry, this case It will be broken if you want to come in a few days. Just ask what you want to ask."

After entering the main hall, Huo Weilou asked about Wei Ling's invitation to teach poetry and essays. The old lady said: "It was indeed said. She likes these and we also support it, but she never said who she would invite. I also ordered people to invite Lu Jijiu’s classmates..."

Lu Jijiu’s classmates are not in the same position as Lu Wenhe. Wei Ling didn’t get Lu Wenhe’s approval, so he didn’t mention his name seriously. He just saw that the old lady wanted to invite the master to come. Didn’t really agree, Huo Weilou asked a few more words, old man. People have never heard of Lu Wenhe before. Huo Weilou said: "I want to visit the second lady's boudoir."

The traces of a person’s life naturally left the most where she usually lived. Bo Ruoyou only did an autopsy last time, but did not go to Wei Ling’s boudoir, and Ning Xiao only took away the books mentioned by the maidservant. After hearing the words, the old lady hesitated for a moment, but she still said, "Then go and check it out, but I'm afraid I can't find anything. Ling'er usually doesn't like those preferences."

Huo Weilou did not mention her admiration for Lu Wenhe for the time being. After arriving at the yard where Wei Ling lived, Wei Jun rushed over when he heard the news. When he saw that Huo Weilou had come in person, he hurriedly saluted. one person.

Bo Ruoyou glanced at it, and then saw the Bo family eldest lady who had met the previous time.

Seeing her look different, Huo Weilou followed to look at her, and the old lady explained this: "Master Hou, this is the eldest lady of the Bo family, Yixian. These days, I have come to accompany Jun'er."

Huo Wei didn't change his expression on the floor, turned around and headed to Wei Ling's boudoir. Bo Ruo calmly followed. As soon as he entered the door, he only roughly surveyed the interior room before heading to the study behind Duobao Pavilion.

Wei Ling really likes poetry, calligraphy, and calligraphy. Except for the books that were taken away, the shelf in her study room is still full of dangling. The four treasures of the book case are all available. The calligraphy photos that he likes on weekdays have been taken away, but at the moment there is still a thick corner of the book case. A thick stack.

They have all read the books brought back to the Hou Mansion, and now they are all looking around the book case. Wei Jun is standing at the door with the old lady supporting the old lady. Bo Yixian is also standing behind and watching curiously. She looks at Bo Ruoyou from time to time, her eyes are full. It is the color of curiosity.

Soon, Bo Ruoyou saw the two stacks of golden paper on the bookshelf.

This thing is very common in wealthy people, but what makes Bo Ruoyou strange is the number of these two piles of golden paper, one high and one low. Obviously, Wei Ling has used a lot. Bo Ruoyou couldn't help asking. Said: "I don't know what the second lady of these sprinkling papers do on weekdays?"

Wei Jun knew that Bo Ruoyou was the author, so he said: "Used to write a post."

Bo Ruoyou raised his hand and counted the number of sprinkled paper, and then asked, "When was this sprinkled paper bought?"

Wei Jun thought for a while, "Before the Chinese New Year, at the end of the twelfth lunar month, two hundred photos were added."

Bo Ruoyou frowned slightly, "From the end of the twelfth lunar month to the new year, the second lady wrote more than fifty posts?"

She counted more than fifty copies, and the words were settled. Wei Jun couldn’t help but stepped forward, “After the new year, there was only one banquet at the mansion. She invited only four or five friends, so it’s impossible to spend more than fifty. this……"

Even if you write more wrongly and use more than ten sheets, it is enough, but right now there are so many less. Then where did Wei Ling use the remaining forty sheets of golden paper?

Huo Weilou immediately knew what Bo Ruoyou meant, and he asked in a deep voice, "Where do the waste papers she wrote on weekdays are thrown away?"

Wei Jun hesitated for a moment, and immediately summoned the Green Sleeve whom he had seen before. Green Sleeve heard the question and said hurriedly: "The young lady was thrown in the wastebasket earlier. After the young lady passed away, the servants cleaned up the house. The shredded paper has been thrown away."

"Shredded paper?" Bo Ruoyou asked sharply.

Green Sleeve nodded, "Miss will tear off everything she writes, and she will tear it to pieces." After a little hesitation, she replied: "Miss didn't have such a habit before. It was only in the summer of last year."

Last summer? ! Wei Ling and Lu Wenhe met for the first time at the literary meeting at the Zhongyi Bo's House in June last year.

Bo Ruoyou and Huo Weilou looked at each other, and Bo Ruoyou asked anxiously: "Where did the shredded paper go? Maybe you can find it?"

Green Sleeve was asked with a frightened face, "Throw... these unneeded paper objects and other sundries in the study are mostly thrown into the pyre in the kitchen...usually they are used to set off fires. ."

Huo Weilou said in a deep voice: "Lead the way--"

Green Sleeve didn't dare to delay, and the old lady's complexion changed slightly. They all understood that Wei Ling might write to someone, and this person might be related to Wei Ling's murder. The old lady looked anxious and brought Wei Jun. Followed all the way.

When I arrived at the kitchen yard of the Bo's Mansion, I wrinkled my brows when I saw the pile of firewood at a glance.

The pile of firewood is extremely high, and the debris mentioned by the green sleeves, in addition to shredded paper, there are also some large sheets of waste paper, as well as the dead branches and leaves mixed in one place. Seeing a few pieces of paper shattered with golden powder, the old lady and the others felt that it was a little difficult to do right now, but Huo Weilou had already ordered the embroiderer to come forward and collect them.

"Regardless of whether there is a word or not, all the torn pieces of golden paper are collected."

When the embroiderer went to search for it, Huo Weilou asked Green Sleeve again, "When your lady is writing a letter, is there any strange thing next to it?"

Green Sleeve thought for a while, "Miss does not allow slaves to wait in front of her."

Wei Jun and the old lady frowned. The old lady asked, "Why didn't you mention this earlier?"

Green Sleeve was about to cry, "The young lady said she was happy and the servant didn't notice him, and every time she walked in, she saw the lady throwing away a lot of waste paper.

The old lady stomped the crutches in her hand angrily, but Huo Weilou and Bo Ruoyou understood everything when they heard this. I haven't found it clearly, the old lady is safe and restless. If she is really harmed by this person, I must let the old lady know everything in detail."

Huo Weilou said in this way, the old lady sighed and responded. It took half an hour to find the latest sprinkled paper, but instead turned over a lot of dirty paper left in the pile of dead branches. Probably, the scraps of paper were missed when the servants burned the fire.

Huo Weilou naturally wanted to take these away. When he was leaving, the old lady personally sent him to the entrance of the Bo's Mansion. She was about to leave. The old lady suddenly asked, "How is your mother?"

Huo Wei said nothing on the floor, "It's a lot of relaxation today, Mrs. Lao is concerned."

The old lady of the Bofu sighed and watched them leave without saying a word.

Huo Weilou walked to the carriage with Bo Ruoyou. He used to get in the carriage. At this moment, he walked up, but did not immediately enter the carriage. Instead, he turned to Bo Ruoyou and stretched out his hand, "Give me your hand— "

Bo Ruoyou turned his back to the old lady and his party, her eyes widened in surprise.

She was about to lift her hand, obviously subconsciously obedient, but did not understand why. Huo Weilou's eyes flashed helplessly, grabbing her wrist, pulling her up, and holding her waist and pushing her into the carriage. Sent, and then got into the carriage by himself.

This scene not only caused the three old ladies in the Bofu Gate to be astonished on the spot, but also made the driver and the embroidered clothes of the left and right horses messy. When the carriage in the Huowei Building was slowly moving, Wei Jun said in surprise: "This Isn't she a girl from the government office? How...how..."

Bo Yixian raised her eyebrows slightly, "Isn't it said that Wu Zhaohou is not close to female? It can be seen that there is still not enough beauty."

The old lady also frowned when looking at the direction the carriage was leaving. At this moment, Wei Jun said, "I forgot to tell you. This maiden girl also has a surname. She passed by you that day and heard someone call your surname. , I also feel a little surprised."

Bo Yixian blinked, "Hey, there is another Bo family in the capital?"

Wei Jun laughed and shook his head, "I know, I know, you are the only one of you, the Bo clan, who is a Sanshangshu, and that girl does not seem to be a native of Beijing."

In the carriage, Bo Ruoyou looked suspiciously at Huo Weilou, "Why is this Hou Ye?"

Huo Weilou raised his hand and clicked on her eyebrows, "Aren't you going back to Bo's to get back what you deserve? Then Benhou will support you from today."