Most of the ancient women were petite, with an average height of one meter five or six. Most of the maids in the prefectural garden are beautiful and light, obviously carefully selected. The average height is about 1.62 meters, and the fat, thin, and height are well-proportioned.
Gongsun Zhuoyu visually inspected the corpse parked on the side, and it looked about 1.8 meters tall, which was obviously too tall.
In order to confirm his conjecture, he casually took a long flower branch from the vase ornament next to him, and then stepped forward and opened the white cloth a little bit.
Although the corpse was so decomposed that only bones were left, the important male and female organs could not be distinguished at all. However, Gongsun Zhuoyu observed it and found that its head and mandible were thick, and the shape of the pelvis was narrow and high. The pelvis was narrow and deep, and the lower mouth was narrow.
Anyone with a bit of experience can see it.
Gongsun Zhuoyu got up from the ground, pointed at the prefect with the flower branch, and clicked: "You didn't let him do the autopsy at first sight."
For some reason, the corpse smelled quite pungent. The prefect covered his nose and avoided it. He was furious: "You bastard, it has rotted into a pile of bones, what can you test!"
The ancients believed in ghosts. The corpse was dressed in red and fell into the ancient well. The death was too mournful. Naturally, it was avoided. It was just a matter of finding a scapegoat to quell the matter. Who would have thought of killing Gongsun Zhuoyu halfway. The prefect wanted to strangle him to death.
Gongsun Zhuoyu threw away the flower branches, clapped the ash on his hands and said, "Return to the company, this corpse has a narrow pelvis and is eight feet tall. It is obviously a man, and it cannot be the missing maid Danqiu. If you don't believe me, call me. Come here for a test and you will know.”
When Du Lingchun heard the words, he visually checked the height of the corpse, and found that it was exactly as Gongsun Zhuoyu said. He frowned and asked indifferently, "Su Daofu, how do you explain it?"
Du Lingchun didn't care who died, and he didn't care how he died, but Su Daofu and his party tried to fool him under his nose, clearly treating him as a fool.
Cold sweat broke down on the prefect's head, but he hesitated for a long time, unable to say a word: "Xiaguan...Xiaguan..."
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Gongsun Zhuoyu watching the lively scene. He felt bitter hatred in his heart, gritted his teeth, and knelt directly on the ground: "The company forgives his sins, but he is really incompetent, and he failed to find out the truth. It is better to hand the case over to him. In the trial of Gongsun Zhuoyu, he is very smart, and he will definitely be able to find out!"
The phrase "extraordinary intelligence" was reluctantly praised, which could be called gnashing of teeth.
Du Lingchun thought that it was really a bunch of wine bags and rice bags, put the tea cup aside, wiped the palm of his hand with a handkerchief, and asked casually with his eyes down: "Since everything has to be handed over to Gongsun Zhuoyu for investigation, then you, the prefect, have the What's the use, eh?"
The prefect could not afford to kowtow, and did not dare to raise his head to answer.
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't care, anyway, his head was sprouting, so he wouldn't itch if he had a lot of lice, and he wouldn't worry if he had a lot of debt. He cupped his hands to Du Lingchun and said, "Although the lower official is incompetent, he is also an official of a county's parents. He doesn't want to see innocent people being wronged.
He was the only one standing in the hall who was neither humble nor arrogant, which only made people think of the words "righteous and awe-inspiring".
Du Lingchun had never seen such a person before, and his eyes were deep for a moment. If it is said that Gongsun Zhuoyu is upright, he is more flexible than those civil servants who maintain integrity. If Gongsun Zhuoyu is flattering, he is out of tune with the corrupt people around him.
Du Lingchun asked him seriously: "Do you really want to investigate?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu bowed his head: "Of course I want to investigate."
Du Lingchun's thoughts moved slightly, and his voice was deep: "Just for a servant?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Minions are also human life, and they are my people in Jiangzhou."
As soon as he said these words, the faces of the servants standing beside him were all moved.
This is a dynasty where life is as cheap as grass, and countless people die every day. Slaves are the lowest kind of people. Their lives are all tied to a deed of betrayal, and their lives and deaths are killed by their masters.
The reason why the prefect would push Ling Shuang out as a scapegoat was simply because she was a slave, an insignificant slave who had no resistance at all, a slave who died when she died, and no one would care about her.
Life is lighter than a feather and heavier than Mount Tai. However, after being a slave for one lifetime, when he died, he could not even have a clean reputation, which is too sad.
Du Lingchun took a deep look at Gongsun Zhuoyu, and after a while, he said, "In that case, our company will let you check."
He got up from his seat, brushed his sleeves over the seat, and brought the unique sound of silk, and walked slowly to Gongsun Zhuoyu: "It's just that after the company has destroyed the chaos of the previous dynasty, I will return to Beijing to return to life in a few days. I will give you too much time, and if there is no clue within three days, that slave named Ling Shuang is the real murderer."
Du Lingchun will not waste time on an unimportant case. It doesn't matter who the real culprit is, what matters is an explanation. But he suddenly wanted to try Gongsun Zhuoyu's depth to see if he could find out the truth.
Du Lingchun approached him and said in a low voice, "But if you can really find out the truth, our company will definitely make it a sage, and reward you for your outstanding ability. You can become an official in Beijing. It's just around the corner..."
As they got closer, Gongsun Zhuoyu could even faintly smell the precious submerged spice smell on Du Lingchun's body, which was faintly refreshing. Hearing this, his eyes lit up even more, and it was nothing more than a bloodbath. Beijing officials were much stronger than this small place like Jiangzhou!
Gongsun Zhuoyu was very happy in his heart, but he still had to be humble and modest on his face: "The lower official only wants to find out the truth and return the deceased's innocence."
Du Lingchunfu looked at Su Daofu and the others again: "Then this case will be handed over to Gongsun Zhuoyu to investigate, and you can let him arrange it without making any mistakes."
It was the greatest convenience for him.
The prefect frowned, thinking to himself what this was. His dignified magistrate was going to be stepped on by a small magistrate of Gongsun Zhuoyu.
In order to find out the truth of a case, an autopsy must first be carried out. This unnamed corpse was obviously a man, but he was wearing a woman's clothes when he died, and it was also the clothes of Dan Qiu, who had been missing for three days. There must be something strange about it.
Is it transvestite? Or did someone do it on purpose
Gongsun Zhuoyu borrowed a pair of cloth gloves from the yamen, and carefully examined the corpse. Finally, based on the position of the epiphyseal line at the end of the long bone and the overall shape of the pubic symphysis, he roughly calculated that the corpse was an adult man, and his age Around thirty-two.
There is a slight crack on the back of the skull, as if it was hit by a heavy object, there are many sharp scratches on the facial bone, and the neck is broken and the cause of death cannot be determined.
It is very likely that he was pushed into the well after being crushed to death. It is also possible that when he fell to the bottom of the well, he did not break his neck bone, knocked to the back of the head to death, or simply drowned in the well water.
Because the dead body was too terrifying when it was salvaged, no one dared to touch it. Zhang Jiji just ordered people to take off the clothes and jewelry, and the rest remained as they were. Gongsun Zhuoyu looked at the corpse's hair, and found that although it was a little messy, it was not difficult to see that someone had carefully combed the hair into a bun, and it was a woman's bun.
That's weird...
Gongsun Zhuoyu had never encountered such a bizarre case, so he could only use the exclusion method in his heart.
First, there is a high probability that the deceased is not a transvestite, because Dan Qiu's clothes are too short for him. For example, the skirt of this wedding dress can only reach halfway below his knees. If he really wears it, he can't walk at all, which is really funny.
Second, the perpetrator deliberately dressed the deceased in Danqiu's clothes for what purpose? The person who made others think he was dead was actually Dan Qiu
Speaking of which, there is no way around one person.
Gongsun Zhuoyu took off the gloves, and after cleaning his hands, he ordered all the maids who were familiar with Dan Qiu and who lived in the same room to gather together and question them one by one, trying to find clues.
Maid A: "Sister Danqiu is a family child. She has quick hands and feet on weekdays. She is very kind to us maids who have just entered the palace. If she makes mistakes on weekdays, she will teach her carefully and never lose her temper."
Maid B: "Sister Danqiu lives in the same room as me, but after making an engagement with Deputy Butler Lei, we live in a room alone. I found her missing one morning when I found her missing."
Only then did Gongsun Zhuoyu realize that there was another person missing: "Where's Lei Quan?"
A housekeeper immediately replied, "Deputy housekeeper Lei went home to visit relatives."
Gongsun Zhuoyu's eyelids jumped: "When did you leave, how old is he?"
Jiading thought for a moment and said: "Yao Mo left three or four days ago. Deputy Butler Lei is the same age as the villain, and he is 30 years old."
The person Gongsun Zhuoyu wanted to die was not this Deputy Butler Lei. Judging from the degree of corruption of the corpse, he had been dead for at least fifteen days: "Did he say when he would come back?"
The housekeeper shook his head: "I don't know, I just heard that he told the housekeeper for six or seven days' leave, and he will probably be back the day after tomorrow."
Gongsun Zhuoyu said, "When he comes back, bring him here to see this official. By the way, where is Dan Qiu's house, I'll go and see."
Since Dan Qiu disappeared, he had to find his whereabouts first.
A maid in pink heard the words and said, "Sister Danqiu lives in the South Courtyard, please come with your servant."
After she finished speaking, she led the way, walked through the corridor, walked to a secluded courtyard door, gently opened the door, raised her sleeves to block the oncoming dust, and explained: "Sister Danqiu has a good temperament. , but she doesn't like others touching her things, and she is a person with big ideas, so even though she is missing, we don't dare to rashly clean her house."
Gongsun Zhuoyu said: "It's okay, I'm bothering the girl."
This is an ordinary women's boudoir, the bed is neat, and it exudes a strong incense aroma. There are several bottles of commonly used rouge gouache on the dressing cabinet, and the hairpin jewelry is stacked in a box. Everything is normal.
Gongsun Zhuoyu opened the drawer and found several delicate sachets inside, and there was also a sweat towel belonging to a man. He sniffed the faint medicinal fragrance and asked aloud, "How is Danqiu's health? But you are sick all the time?"
The maid in pink said, "Sister Danqiu does have a heartache. It was brought out from her mother's womb. The doctor said it couldn't be cured, and it could only be nourished with medicine."
Gongsun Zhuoyu sighed when he heard the words, as if he just asked casually and didn't mention it again. He felt the bed carefully, and finally found a handkerchief under the pillow, embroidered with mandarin ducks and double butterflies.
The mandarin ducks and butterflies are all in pairs, so it can be seen that the affection is endless, but why are there deep tears, are they trapped by love