The morgue was pitch black, so Sun Kun took a torch and lit an oil lamp.
As a tomb robber who is also called a brother with Baili Wuji, this idea of equipment is still carried with him.
There are at least thirty coffins parked in the Yizhuang. In front of each coffin, there is a tablet, three plates of fruit offerings, a bowl of rice, and three sticks of incense stuck on the rice.
According to local customs, even outsiders who died in a foreign land can only be parked in Yizhuang for seven days. If the body is not claimed, Yizhuang will bury the body in a random grave after seven days. There will not even be a tombstone. The idea of returning to the roots of the ancients is tantamount to a harsh punishment.
After midnight, Su Menghan had been dead for three days.
Although Ye Qingxuan has no obsession with returning to the roots of fallen leaves, he secretly promises to his friends that within seven days, he will find the murderer who killed him and avenge him!
"Here it is!" Sun Kun whispered and found Su Menghan's tablet first.
Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath, walked slowly to Su Menghan's memorial tablet, took out three sticks of incense from the side, respectfully lit the incense, and said in a low voice, "Brother Su, I've offended you!"
With a tightening of the palm, the coffin lid was lifted by the Gang Qi and gently fell aside.
Su Menghan's body was well preserved, just like when he was alive, but his lips were slightly purple, revealing the serious injury to his heart during his lifetime.
Sun Kun stretched out his hand to untie Su Menghan's skirt, checked the ribs and heart veins cut off by the [Quarter Finger], frowned and said: "From the point of view of the technique, it is indeed the [Quarter Finger], but you still Any other discoveries?"
Ye Qingxuan shook his head and said, "It's too late."
"Who handled the corpse in the end?" Sun Kun asked.
"It should be the person holding the sky and the moon..." Ye Qingxuan thought for a while, and said: "But then the people from the government came to me and said that I was a major suspect... I scared them away."
"Who is it?"
"'Iron Hand' Ding Ao." Ye Qingxuan replied.
"It's him?" Sun Kun was taken aback for a moment, and said with a serious face: "I know this Ding Ao, isn't he a random person?"
As the director in charge of intelligence at Sihai Pavilion, Sun Kun had worked in Jiangnan for many years, so it was not surprising that he knew Ding Ao, but it was beyond Ye Qingxuan's understanding to say that he "wouldn't be aimless".
Sun Kun's expression changed, he jumped directly to the side of the coffin, bent down to search Su Menghan's body carefully, from his Baihui acupoint down, almost along the skin of his whole body, inch by inch...
Not long after the beginning, Sun Kun found a silver needle at Su Menghan's back-naofengchi acupoint.
"Look, did you find anything?" Sun Kun held the silver needle carefully, and gestured proudly in front of Ye Qingxuan.
Ye Qingxuan gently pinched it with his fingernails, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and said: "People in the Jianghu rarely use silver needles as hidden weapons, because silver needles will turn black when exposed to poison, but if you don't use poison, it would be too open and aboveboard." Now, why use a hidden weapon with such skill? Unless... the one who made the shot was a doctor?"
"Fart!" Sun Kun couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Doctor? How many people are there in the world who can accurately nail Fengchi acupoint with a silver needle? You count as one... Could it be because you can't move your hands?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled awkwardly, thought for a while, and said: "The silver needle entering the Fengchi acupoint has only one function... that is to seal the victim's whole body and freeze his movements so that he cannot move. This should be in the [Quarter Finger]It was used before."
"Farting again!" Sun Kun sarcastically said while inspecting: "Of course he was shot first, and then he was shot to death with a heavy hand, otherwise, who would have nothing to do with stabbing a dead body with a needle? Is it idle?...Huh?"
As the inspection work was about to come to an end, Sun Kun suddenly uttered a sound of surprise, which surprised Ye Qingxuan too.
"What did you find?" Ye Qingxuan asked.
"Nothing..." Sun Kun replied.
Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes, "There is nothing, why are you screaming? This is Yizhuang, please don't be suspicious..."
Unexpectedly, Sun Kun rolled his eyes bigger than Ye Qingxuan, grabbed Su Menghan's left hand, gestured towards Ye Qingxuan and said, "I was surprised because there was nothing. Look—"
After speaking, he broke Su Menghan's tightly clenched palm...
In the middle of the palm that was originally clenched, there are several deep marks, which should be the lines that fell when holding something.
Sun Kun opened his fingers, looked carefully between the fingers, and said slowly: "There is clay powder... and some color..." Then he glued a little bit off with his fingers, put it in front of his eyes and observed it carefully, and finally said firmly: "It's yellow mud. Outside Dyed yellow clay…”
"What is that?" Ye Qingxuan was taken aback for a moment, he was completely a layman to these folk arts.
Sun Kun almost pointed his nose and cursed: "Did your head get squeezed by the door, or kicked by the donkey? Painted on the yellow mud, what could it be?"
"Master Rabbit." Ye Qingxuan replied immediately.
Sun Kun almost fell into the coffin with a somersault.
Ye Qingxuan hadn't noticed how ugly Sun Kun's face was, but counted on his fingers: "Of course, Master Rabbit must count the best workmanship of Ma Erye in Xijin Mansion, and the clay figurine Zhang's Baby', but it is also north of the Yellow River. As for the vicinity, hey, I heard that the colored clay in Huishan County is also good... and the 'Tu'anzi' in Chaoan County is also a must... "
"Okay, okay, okay..." Sun Kun hurriedly stopped Ye Qingxuan from counting, cupped his hands in admiration, and said, "Where did you hear about these useless things? The old man is willing to bow down... But what the old man thinks of is not these things that amuse children... "
"What is that?" Ye Qingxuan asked suspiciously.
Sun Kun tilted his head and looked towards the shrine just north of the morgue.
Ye Qingxuan followed Sun Kun's gaze, then whispered: "Save Ku Tianzun?"
"Idiot!" Sun Kun was furious, "It's a statue. The inside of the statue is made of yellow clay, and the outside is painted with painted sculptures."
Ye Qingxuan showed a dazed look, and Sun Kun's image in his eyes immediately became taller, but the height was still below his waist. "So... all the signs point to Wuxin Temple again, pointing to Mingyouzi..."
"You can doubt it, but don't jump to conclusions so easily." Sun Kun tidied up Su Menghan's remains, closed the coffin lid, bowed three times, and said in a deep voice: "The things in Su Menghan's hand were taken away. Maybe, then Things are important physical evidence. It seems that we have to pay a visit to Ding Ao."
Ye Qingxuan nodded and said, "Do you know where Ding Ao's house is?"
"I know." Sun Kun smiled and said, "But even if he knows, it's useless. He basically doesn't go home..."
"Then he..."
Sun Kun blinked at Ye Qingxuan and said, "Go to Zhuyunxuan."
Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, and said, "Does he often go there?"
Sun Kun turned and walked out of Yizhuang, sneered: "He doesn't go there often, but lives there... The house outside is just a place for him to hide from others, the real place where he lives is Zhuyunxuan, where there is an old friend of his. Every day he enters Zhuyunxuan through the secret passage in the firewood room in the backyard, and only a few people know about it..."