The throat of the corpse was cut open, and the charred skin and blood were fused together, giving off a disgusting smell.
Jing Rong frowned.
Ji Yunshu calmly put the knife aside, put both hands into the corpse's slit throat, and with five fingers, her throat was broken.
When it was taken out of the flesh, it was still stained with blood, dripping with sticky blood.
Because she was not wearing gloves, Ji Yunshu's hands were now covered with blood, and she looked at the throat bone back and forth as if she was playing with a plaything.
Not at all disgusting!
The Jing Rong next to him can no longer describe his feelings at this time.
He has been on the battlefield and killed people. There are not tens of thousands or even thousands of dead souls under his hands. There are corpses everywhere, and he does not even blink his eyes.
However, this was the first time he had seen a person dismantle the parts of a corpse and hold them with bare hands.
That picture is really mind-boggling!
"Do you see something?" Jing Rong frowned.
"The deceased died of poisoning, and you have to know what kind of poison it was."
"What poison?"
"have no idea for now."
Ji Yunshu tapped the throat bone with his hand, thought for a moment, and went out with the bloody throat bone.
Uncle Fu outside had just finished putting the incense when he saw Ji Yunshu go out.
"Uncle Fu, is the white vinegar water boiled?" she asked.
Uncle Fu nodded, raised his finger and pointed to a small room in the yard: "I know you're going to use it, it's already boiled, remember to change the water when you're done."
"understood."
She simply complied, holding her throat and going into the room.
Jing Rong also followed like a follower!
As soon as she arrived in that room, Jing Rong was startled, her footsteps settled in the door frame, as if it was glued, she moved inside step by step.
In the dimly lit room, only a wobbly candle was lit, and the four surrounding walls were all high and low shelves.
And on the shelf, there are countless urns!
Ji Yunshu walked to the cauldron, which was boiling hot white vinegar water, and threw the throat bone into it.
Glancing at Jing Rong, he probably guessed what he was thinking, and said, "Your Highness, don't be afraid, these urns are filled with nameless strangers, and Uncle Fu couldn't bear to throw their corpses in the wilderness. , burn the body, and put the ashes in a jar."
"Little scholar, when has this king ever been frightened?" Jing Rong retorted.
The corner of Ji Yunshu's mouth pressed down.
Dead duck, tough mouth!
During the conversation, Jing Rong had already walked to her side, and she was puzzled when she saw her throwing her throat bone in the hot white vinegar.
"What are you doing?"
"Boil pork ribs soup." Ji Yunshu almost blurted out.
At that moment, Jing Rong felt that the back of his head was opened, and a cold wind got in!
When he was "cold" and caught off guard, Ji Yunshu exclaimed and pointed to the pot of white vinegar water.
"Look, my lord."
When Jing Rong was angry, he looked over and saw that the originally white pot of white vinegar and water slowly turned black.
"Why?" he wondered.
"Didn't you say that the throat bones of the five corpses are soft in the middle and hard up and down. This sign indicates that they died of poisoning. Then the marrow of the throat bones of the deceased must also be poisoned. Boiled bones can separate the bone marrow and venom from the throat bone, and the black liquid that flows out is naturally poisonous." Ji Yunshu explained.
Jing Rong learned again!
In the next instant, Ji Yunshu took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve and dipped it in the light black white vinegar, and the corner of the handkerchief was dyed black at once.
"The poison must be very poisonous, otherwise so much black liquid could not flow out of the small throat."
Ji Yunshu looked at the black ball on the handkerchief carefully, puzzled.
"Do you know what poison this is, sir?"
"The little one is neither a doctor nor a drug maker. Just take a look, how can you know."
"Is it possible to find out the murderer by finding out what kind of poisoning?"
"No." Ji Yunshu replied firmly.
Jing Rong's eyebrows twisted into one piece: "Then you wasting your time checking this? This king doesn't want to make trouble with you."
"Who said there was a little trouble?"
"Then it's useless to check these."
"Isn't it alright to be overwhelmed with curiosity? Wouldn't it be okay to want to know what poison the deceased was poisoned with? If the lord thinks it's a waste of time, why would you arrest the little ones to investigate the case? It's really suitable to sleep in the house on a cold night."
Ji Yunshu's words are pearls, and everything he says is reasonable!
And Jing Rong only said one sentence, this little scholar said so many sentences.
The word "Chuan" appeared in the center of Jing Rong's eyebrows, and he waved his hand and said, "That's all, this king is asking for you, so naturally he has no qualifications to urge you, but those five people are all the subordinates of this king. Returning to Beijing on the orders of this king, but I never thought that I would be brutally murdered."
Such a frowning scene has faded away from the frivolous attitude and the evil and cunning temperament, with the slightly painful and tightened eyes, it is really charming!
Man, that's how it should be!
Ji Yunshu tucked the handkerchief into his waist, and because the handkerchief was stained with her bloody handprints, the handkerchief looked particularly penetrating.
She turned around and walked: "My lord, don't you want to check? Then hurry up."
"… "
Jing Rong still followed him obediently.
They went out on their front feet, and Faber went in.
Every time Ji Yunshu came, he would always boil a large pot of white vinegar water for her to cook her bones!
But looking at the blackened white vinegar water in the pot, he couldn't help shaking his head.
"This child, forgot to change the water every time."
Finally, it was Faber who changed the water himself.
Returning to the five corpses again, Ji Yunshu sank his eyes and looked serious, regardless of the blood on his hands, he rolled up his sleeves, and a pair of slender hands turned the corpse's head slightly to the side.
Using the ten fingers and the middle finger together, they pressed the back of the corpse's neck hard. After a while, he picked up the wide knife again and cut into the back of the corpse's neck, cutting all the way up until the back of the skull was exposed.
On the other hand, he analyzed: "The deceased even had traces of being touched by the murderer, then the deceased will inevitably leave traces of the murderer. If you can find some scars, you can find the characteristics of the murderer."
"For example?" Jing Rong asked.
"For example, was the murderer tall or short, male or female, did he use his left hand when he killed the murderer? Or was he right? Did he kill from the front? Or from the back
It sounds too mysterious!
Although Ji Yunshu finally found the murderer based on the state of Miss Zhou's body, Jing Rong was still a little skeptical.
"How much can one body find?"
"If the dead want to tell us, they can."
For a moment, Jing Rong became puzzled again: "Isn't Mr. a painter in the yamen? How can he still do the work of sham? And he has also done what a criminal officer should do!"
Yes, how could he remember that she was a yamen and a painter!
Ji Yunshu has also asked herself many times, she is obviously a portrait reconstruction artist, and she is obviously doing the elegant job of a painter, but she has gone astray.
Who is to blame? Blame her for having a forensic father!