"What do you mean by that, sir? My daughter is dead, why do you still say that I'm lucky?" Mr. Zhou asked.
Ji Yunshu said solemnly: "What I said is fortunately, fortunately, Miss Zhou was dead and left us with an obvious clue, that is, the shoulder bulge on her shoulder bone, which is a bulge."
"Bulge? This?"
Ji Yunshu unhurriedly took out a pair of white gloves and put them on, and opened the sandalwood box he brought, but there were some tools such as tweezers and scissors instead of painting tools.
She picked out a small sharp knife, and in full watch, she cut the sharp knife into Miss Zhou's shoulder and penetrated deep into her flesh.
The black-purple blood clots that had solidified dripped in the sticky and rotten skin, and a little red blood was still pulling on the shinbone, like loose foam, and stained Miss Zhou's neck, hair and gorgeous brocade.
What a pity for this luxurious makeup look!
And the knife in her hand went deeper, deeper, and deeper, until the bulge on her shoulder bone was exposed.
This behavior naturally terrified everyone, everyone turned blue, covered their mouths, and almost vomited.
Ji Yunshu calmly wiped the knife clean, put it back in the sandalwood box, pinched the bones on both sides of Miss Zhou's shoulders, and checked the bulge on the shoulder bones, and slowly came to a satisfactory answer.
Sure enough, what I had guessed was not wrong at all.
"This bulging shape was caused by someone lifting her arms and dragging her, and I also found traces of being pinched on her wrist."
Everyone endured the nausea and nausea, but they were stunned for a while.
With a bitter face, Mrs. Zhou asked suspiciously, "Sir, what does this have to do with my daughter's death?"
"Of course it has something to do with it." Her eyes were determined, and the servants in the courtroom glanced around and asked, "When Miss Zhou died, who was by her side?"
In the crowd, Wei Wei walked out of a little girl tremblingly, bowing her head: "The slave was by the side at that time."
Ji Yunshu looked at her up and down. She was small, but only thirteen or fourteen years old. She looked pretty, but she was clutching her wrists with both hands, looking a little frightened.
"Let me ask you, are you sure your young lady fell to her death the day before yesterday morning?"
"It's certain, the lady fell from the building and died. I saw it with my own eyes."
"you are lying."
As soon as Ji Yunshu's words came out, the whole hall roared.
Mrs. Zhou said nothing, walked in front of the girl, raised her hand and gave her a slap.
"You dead girl, said, did you push the lady downstairs? Why did you hurt my daughter? Is she treating you badly?"
"Madam, it's not a slave, it's really not the slave who pushed the lady downstairs. Even if you give the slave the courage, the slave doesn't dare!"
"Even the gentleman said you lied. Who else could you be? Come on, arrest this bitch. I want her to pay for my daughter's life."
"Madam... the slaves are wronged!"
Ji Yunshu had a headache from the noise, sighed with frown, and stopped: "Madam, I didn't say the murderer was this girl, you can take a rest next to you, and wait until you finish talking?"
Master Zhou also hurriedly pulled his wife aside and persuaded him, "Madam, you are not well, don't get angry, let's listen to the teacher, and the teacher will definitely be able to give Ning'er justice."
Madam Zhou was in a hurry just now and almost fainted, stroking her panting chest and had to sit aside.
"Get up." Ji Yunshu leaned over and helped the girl who was crying and trembling up.
It's just that when she touched the girl's wrist just now, the girl's mouth made a pained "um", and then she slowly got up.
This was naturally also seen in Ji Yunshu's eyes.
Instead, Ji Yunshu returned to the coffin and said solemnly, "Master Zhou, Madam Zhou, the reason why I said that this girl lied was because the girl was not with Miss Zhou at the time. The lady was already dead at that time, and the time of death was the night before."
"What?" Master Zhou was shocked.
Everyone also commented on each other. This week, Miss Zhou clearly fell to her death in the early morning of the day before yesterday. How could it be the night before yesterday
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