Speaking of the father in the 21st century, the only adjectives Ji Yunshu can use are "silent" and "helpless"!
If it wasn't for the fact that she insisted on applying for portrait reconstruction when she was in college, maybe she would have been "trained" by her senior forensic father to become an excellent and abnormal forensic doctor.
Because since she can remember, the most in the family is not toys and children's books, but all kinds of strange knives and tools and a lot of messy experiments.
Therefore, Ji Yunshu really rejected these, so he resolutely gave up the forensic profession, and chose portrait reconstruction, but because he followed his father in and out of major laboratories since he was a child, many times, Ermo Ran, even if he did not have a forensic certificate, She is definitely comparable to a professional forensic doctor!
Unexpectedly, when she traveled here, she actually started her least favorite profession!
Who is to blame
Blame his perverted dad!
Who asked him to take her to the laboratory when he had something to do, and by the way, he also changed the home into a small laboratory, which caused her to inhale an excessive amount of poisonous gas.
As a result, when the operation was performed, he died!
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh.
He replied, "Maybe it's because my price is fair, and the yamen can use more than one person."
What a pity!
Take the painter's monthly salary and do three jobs!
"Don't worry, this king will ask Mr. Liu to add money to you later." Jing Rong was very generous, and then added: "At present, you have finished the case of this king."
Hearing that the money could be added, Ji Yunshu's heart was full of cola. You must know that she has long been interested in a new set of ink pens from Mobaozhai. The price is so high that she has always been careful to buy it!
"Then Lord, how much do you add?" The little eyeballs turned round and round.
Jing Rong's face froze, this person lost money
mock up!
"It's all said, let's settle this king's case first. As for how much to add, it depends on this king's mood."
"okay!"
Ji Yunshu regained his energy, and even more diligently touched the skull on the corpse, and began to examine the corpse again, very serious!
Jing Rong on the side pondered deeply in his heart, and seemed to be hesitant. He rolled his Adam's apple up and down before finally asking.
"Mr. Ji, if... give you a pile of bones, can you draw the appearance?"
Ji Yunshu looked at the deceased carefully and asked casually, "Is it well preserved?"
He nodded.
"How long?"
"More than ten years ago"
"How did you die?" Ji Yunshu asked again, but did not look away from the corpse.
Jing Rong puzzled: "Does it matter?"
"Of course there is."
Ji Yunshu simply stood up, hanging his bloody hands in front of him without moving, turning to look at him.
Explain: "If you die naturally, the bones will shrink to a certain proportion compared to the original appearance, and the facial features will be slightly deviated, so you should pay attention to this when painting. There is a certain degree of upward bending, which leads to the difference between the lip and nasal bones. If it is hanged or strangled, then…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Jing Rong interrupted her.
"Burn to death."
Ji Yunshu was thoughtful and did not answer.
"No?" Jing Rong asked tentatively.
"I didn't say it couldn't, it just took time."
"how long?"
Ji Yunshu noticed that Jing Rong's words were very nervous, asking these questions for no reason, there should be a lot of articles!
She asked him back, "How many are there in total?"
Jing Rong sank his eyes, and slowly spit out: "Seventy-two."
"Uh… "
Ji Yunshu was slightly startled!
This was the first time Ji Yunshu heard such a sensational case.
Jing Rong's eyes were anxious, wanting to know the answer.
Finally, after thinking for a while, Ji Yunshu said a time.
"Not surprisingly, it may take a year."
"So long?" Jing Rong was startled.
Hey Hey hey! Do you think I'm an appraiser, just take a random instrument and scan it to know the authenticity
That's the corpse that was burnt to death more than ten years ago! There are as many as seventy-two!
Wrinkling his forehead, Ji Yunshu said, "My lord, I only have one pair of hands and one pair of eyes. Even if I don't eat, drink, stretch, or sleep, it's impossible for me to draw those portraits in a short period of time."
Jing Rong knew that he was in a hurry, so he took a deep breath and did not speak.
"Why, the lord suddenly said this, could it be..."
Before the words were finished, Jing Rong shook his head: "Let's talk about it, you should take a serious look at the corpse. How much you add is up to you."
It was obviously the prince who invited me to speak.
Of course, Ji Yunshu didn't say anything about this rebuttal, so he took advantage of the "hotness" to settle the case first.
Looking left, right, up and down on the corpse, Ji Yunshu simply turned the corpse over, revealing the corpse's charred back and black buttocks.
With just one glance, Ji Yunshu found the lower end of the corpse's back, an inch from the upper end of the buttocks.
This place is a little weird!
The surroundings were scorched into black charcoal, but this piece of flesh with a round shape and some fine lines in the middle was not so black in color.
Why
Jingrong noticed her expression and asked, "What did you find?"
She pointed to the round place: "Look, my lord, why is this piece of flesh not as dark as the surrounding flesh?"
The circular shape is not large, and you can't see it if you don't look carefully.
"This shape... is very strange." Jing Rong narrowed his eyes.
Ji Yunshu scrutinized it carefully, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "It's like when the deceased was dying, there was something pressing on his back, and that kind of thing must be able to prevent fire, so when the body was burned, only this piece was not completely burned, and it was still alive. imprinted."
Jing Rong nodded, agreeing with her opinion.
But…
"Since he died in the house, it doesn't seem surprising that something is pressing under his body." Jing Rong analyzed.
Of course, this was undeniable, but Ji Yunshu's intuition told her that that thing would never be so simple!
At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise outside, like the sound of something falling to the ground.
Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong looked at each other and walked out in unison.
I saw Uncle Fu lying on the ground, next to the cauldron that was smashed to the ground, and the newly replaced pot of white vinegar water was all scattered!
"Fauber."
Ji Yunshu nervously ran to Fu Bo and crouched down to check.
Regardless of his blood-stained hands, he helped Uncle Fu directly, but saw Uncle Fu's arms were covered in blood and his clothes were torn.
This... was stabbed by a sword!
Jing Rong also noticed the sword wound on Fu Bo's arm, and immediately noticed something.
In the blink of an eye, several men in black jumped down from the roof of the roof, covering their faces, holding swords in their hands, and stabbing at Jing Rong without leaving any room.
Ji Yunshu's eyes widened, in shock!
The prince, won't you be stabbed to death
However, it turned out that she underestimated the Buddha.
I saw Jing Rong's double robes with wind, and with a random wave, he grabbed seven or eight long swords with his sleeves, and then pulled it suddenly, and when he turned around, he stably avoided it!