Rouge gouache
Ji Yunshu said that she didn't know how to choose!
In modern times, when she is not working, she also sits in the library and reads books. She faces the sky all day and doesn't even bother to draw a single stroke on her eyebrows. Here, after she has some money, Luan'er buys some for her and just puts her face on it. Smear, she never cares what brand it is!
The veil's lips lightly opened: "I won't pick this rouge gouache, but dead people will pick it up."
Um
Zhang Caitou looked down on the woman, let alone the lean Ji Yunshu in front of him.
Pulling into the topic: "Girl, I advise you to stay in the room and not interfere in this matter."
Ji Yunshu was clear that this man was a chauvinist.
In an instant, I felt that Jing Rong was simply too good.
Too lazy to grind her lips, she walked over to Jingrong and asked in a low voice, "Can you stop it?"
"Don't worry."
"Um!"
Ji Yunshu stepped out of the door and went to the room where the accident happened.
Zhang Jutou saw that she was going in, and wanted to stop her quickly.
The next moment, Jing Rong gave an order: "Stop the person for me, and no one wants to influence Miss Ji's autopsy."
"Yes!"
Jing Rong's people are all masters, and those who caught fast were wilted at the moment.
On the other hand, Zhang Jutou had a good skill, but he was still captured by Lang Bo.
"I advise you not to oppose my son, and if you want to solve the case, Miss Ji can't do it!"
"Who the hell are you?"
Lang Bo unhurriedly took out a sign from his waist and flashed it in front of him.
After seeing the words on the sign clearly, Zhang Zhaotou's serious face was stunned for a moment, then he glanced at Jing Rong, just about to lean over.
Jing Rong raised his hand and hooked his lips: "You don't have to say anything, just back away."
This is the king!
Bigger than the official of the prefect of Yuzhou, Zhang Zhaotou was content to obey orders, so he let all his people retreat to one side.
And Jing Rong had already followed behind Ji Yunshu!
Zhang Zhaotou is still suspicious at this moment. Can a woman find out a murder case
So he asked Lang Bo, "You said just now that Miss Ji can perform an autopsy. Is she a fake?"
this…
Lang Bo is not easy to answer. After all, I heard Ji Yunshu say that she is only a painter!
After thinking about it, he replied, "No!"
Immediately, Lang Bo ordered two people to stand at the door. Looking at Wei Yi well, he also followed.
Zhang Zhaotou couldn't understand, since it's not a fake work, why do you still say an autopsy
Shaking his head, he walked over quickly.
In the room where the accident happened, Ji Yunshu first looked around, everything was very neat, and there was no trace of being touched.
Instead, his eyes turned to look at the corpse on the ground.
She squatted down, took out a handkerchief from her waist, wrapped it around her index and middle fingers, and twisted the deceased's head sideways, revealing two streaks on her neck.
One of the streak marks is indeed level with the neck, and even slightly downward, while the other one extends up to the ear.
The feet of the deceased were not rigidly facing down.
She lifted the deceased's hands again, and there were some fine pieces of cloth and dander in the nails.
On the thumb of the deceased, there is a wide white circle, which should be caused by wearing the wrench all the year round, but there is no wrench around.
Could it be that it was a robbery
Ji Yunshu thought about it, and noticed that the wrists of the deceased's hands seemed to have something smooth.
She rubbed a little with her finger, put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it, it was oil!
He got up, put the handkerchief aside, and asked the shopkeeper, "Excuse me, when did this person live in the store?"
The shopkeeper didn't know where the girl appeared, but he answered honestly.
"Probably, around noon."
"A person?"
"Yes, alone."
"The deceased has been dead for about half an hour. Has anyone come in before that? Or, was there any sound of fighting?"
This makes the shopkeeper's question dumb, he just counts the money!
Turning his head, he pushed a shop assistant up and pointed at him: "Ask him."
Xiao Er's face twitched a few times and lowered his head: "Girl, this... There are so many people in the inn, I didn't pay much attention, but this person has never left the room since he came in, and I really don't know about the rest. ."
It's honestly said!
Jing Rong stepped forward, walked to her side, and asked in a low voice, "How is it? What can I find?"
She frowned and wrinkled her nose and looked at him: "Do you remember the person who bumped into me when you went upstairs?"
"Remember!"
"There is a layer of oil on the wrist of the deceased, and the smell of this oil is a smell of sesame seeds. I have also smelled it on that person."
Jing Rong seemed to understand what she meant, nodded, turned her body, raised her chin, and said to the shopkeeper, "Do you use sesame oil in your inn?"
"Yes."
He waved his sleeves abruptly: "Go, call up all the people in your inn who are busy in the kitchen."
"what?"
The shopkeeper was dumbfounded. How could he call someone from the kitchen to come up? He turned his head and glanced at Zhang Zhaotou, as if he still had to wait for his instructions.
Seeing Zhang Chutou nodding, he called all the people in the kitchen.
There are only ten people in the kitchen, plus the people who wash the dishes and serve the dishes.
Ji Yunshu recognized the person who hit him at a glance, seeing his panicked eyes, dodging, and hiding his hands behind him intentionally.
Naturally there are tricks.
Walking in front of him, Ji Yunshu asked, "Half an hour ago, I saw you hurried downstairs. Did you come in here at that time?"
When the man heard this, he shivered with fright, and shook his head again and again: "I... I've never come in!"
"You are clearly guilty of being a thief."
"No, I really don't!"
"There is sesame oil on the wrist of the deceased, and there are some dander in the nails. Do you dare to show your hand and let me see if there are any scratches."
"… "
The man's hands were tightly tucked behind him, probably because he was too timid, and when Ji Yunshu reprimanded him again, he panicked, his body trembled, and he pulled his legs and was about to rush out of the crowd and run away.
Before he took two steps away, he was immediately caught by several arresters.
Zhang Zhaotou is a quick-tempered and irritable person. He pulled up the man's sleeves, and sure enough, there were scratches on the back of his hand.
The next moment, he took the hilt of the knife and slammed it on the man's stomach.
"Kill someone and want to run? If you don't know how to do it, how did you kill someone?"
The man bowed his waist with pain on his face, and said bitterly, "I didn't kill anyone, I really didn't kill anyone, let me go."
"Let you go? If you didn't kill someone, what did you run for?"
"I… "
"Take you back to the yamen, let's see if your mouth is still tough." Zhang Zhaitou was angry, and ordered to the two arresters: "Take him back and interrogate him well."
"slow!"
Ji Yunshu stopped in time.
Zhang Zhaotou looked back at her, his eyes filled with doubts: "Girl, there are indeed scratches on the back of his hand, the evidence is conclusive."
At this moment, Ji Yunshu really had a headache!
Isn't it said that ancient people were very slow? Why are everyone so impatient
She shook her head slightly.
"When did I say that he was a murderer?"