"Mrs. Wen, this is the county lord of Ning'an, and also the official of our yamen." Hou Yang couldn't help but said.
Mrs. Wen was taken aback, and looked at Bo Ruoyou up and down, in a state of surprise, Master Wen at the side saw that what Hou Yang said, and Wu Xiang and the others had no different expressions on their faces, so they knew that it was impossible to cheat, so they were shocked and handed over Said: "I pay homage to the county lord. Zhuojing is overly mournful because of the death of the dog. I have offended you so much. Please make amends."
Bo Ruoyou didn't care about this at all, but turned back to look at Wen Jin's corpse, "I am the clerk of the yamen, and my duty is to perform an autopsy. The rigors of the young master have completely disappeared, and the time of death was at least three days, and the heavy snowfall last night , the rigor should be relieved more slowly, so a little calculation, we can know that he died for a long time, and Wu Butou said that when you sent someone to report to the police, he said that he disappeared on the eleventh day of the winter moon, so I guess, he He should have been killed on the day he disappeared."
Master Wen couldn't understand the words of the dead body, and he was at a loss for a while. Bo Ruoyou patiently said: "After a person dies, the body becomes stiff, and after a few days, it will become soft again. This stiffness is rigor mortis, and when the rigor dissipates, the body will become soft again. If it is in summer, This kind of stiffness will only last for one or two days, and it will be longer in spring and autumn, and it can last for three or four days. In winter, it will take three to seven days to completely disappear. Although it is early winter, the weather is already very cold, and the young master's body is exposed Wilderness, so it must be the lowest number of three days."
With this explanation, Mr. Wen and his wife probably understood it. Mrs. Wen wiped away her tears, and her face became gloomy.
Wu Xiang reassured her again: "Don't worry, the government will do everything possible to find out why the young master died. If he was really murdered, he will definitely not let the murderer go unpunished. It's just that the government also needs your help. Right now I will I will ask you a few questions, and you must answer carefully so as not to miss anything.”
Mrs. Wen was crying with tears in her eyes, but Mr. Wen was still able to calm down. He responded and looked into the house again. When he saw his son's body, his face showed grief, and he quickly persuaded Mrs. Wen to go to the front hall .
Wu Xiang ordered He Chang and another yamen servant, and the two followed up for questioning. When they turned around, Bo Ruoyou had walked to the corpse again.
She didn't start the autopsy, but just stood by the side of the long case, her gaze fell on the not-so-corrupted corpse of a child.
The corpse was brought back last night, so there was no ice or snow on the skirt, but the mud stains on it walked slowly, as if a child had rolled in muddy water, although there were bruises and scabs on the exposed hands and feet , but no fatal injuries were seen, and although his clothes were torn, there were no obvious bloodstains or wounds where he was attacked.
"Captain, do you find it strange?"
Bo Ruoyou watched, then suddenly opened his mouth, Wu Xiang also looked at Wen Jin's body, and frowned, "What's so strange about what you said?"
Wu Xiang is also a person who has seen many dead bodies, but right now he is not sure what Bo Ruoyou meant, but he hesitated and said: "If it has been dead for more than three days, the corruption is not as serious as I imagined, maybe because of the cold weather. Because of this, if I have to say something weird, it's just... the kid's face is a little too pale... "
In this way, Wu Xiang became more and more sure, "Yes, his face is too pale."
People who have been dead for more than three days, even if they are well preserved at low temperature, it is difficult to see blood on the face, but Wen Jin's face is paler than any corpse Wu Xiang has seen before.
Not only is the intact area of the skin so white, but even the bruised and purple rot marks are particularly pale.
Wu Xiang was feeling weird, Bo Ruoyou said in a cold voice, "He was indeed murdered, it was not an accident."
Wu Xiang frowned, "How sure? I saw that there was no fatal wound on his body, no strangle marks on his neck, and no obvious blood stains on his body. If he was murdered, what was the cause of death?"
"Just looking at it this way, you can't see the cause of death, because—"
"He was drained of blood and died."
Wu Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and when he looked at Wen Jin's body again, all his doubts seemed to be resolved, "It's strange, I think his face is very strange, at first glance, he doesn't think it's weird at all, but if you take a closer look, you'll see I feel that the skin is extremely pale, but it is because the blood on the body has dried up?"
Bo Ruoyou had already started wearing hand guards, she was not in a hurry to untie her clothes, but first went to check the bare hands and feet of the deceased, especially the bare feet of the deceased.
The wound on the foot was on the sole of the foot, the size of a soybean, as if scratched by some stone. Although the soles of his ankles and feet were stained with mud, the insides of his toenails were very clean, which showed that Wen Jin was not barefoot in the mountains. Walking in the mud, the mud and sand on the feet are mostly from the abandoned corpses.
She frowned and pondered, Wu Xiang ordered the servants to ask the shopkeeper and the shop assistants to see if anyone had any quarrels or grievances with the Wen family while they were staying in the shop. It rang out.
There is a long street separated by a wall. Bo Ruoyou and Wu Xiang looked up at the same time in shock. The snow has become smaller, but now it is not the New Year's Eve, so why set off firecrackers
Wu Xiang immediately sent someone out to inquire, and soon the Yamen came back and told him: "The arrest is for the Buddha's birthday. Now there are many pilgrims coming and going, and the town is full of excitement. During the few days of Buddha's birthday, there is a lantern market in the town." There are porridge bowls and street juggling, and the firecrackers are also set off by shops everywhere for festive celebrations."
Wu Xiang glanced in the direction of Xiangguo Temple on Nanshan, and said helplessly, "I'm not afraid of disturbing the Buddha."
When he turned his head, he saw that Bo Ruoyou was already examining the dead man's hands. She was holding a bamboo tweezers, and she was carefully scraping something from the dead man's nails. Wu Xiang hurried forward, "What did you find?"
Bo Ruoyou took a piece of paper and put it on the long case, and quickly scraped out sporadic sticky objects from it, "The deceased also had a lot of mud stains on his hands, but the inside of the nails were very clean, except for the ring finger and There's something in the nail of the middle finger."
After scraping all the contents out, Bo Ruoyou took off her gauntlet and twisted it with her fingertips, Wu Xiang said, "Is it mud?"
"No—" Bo Ruoyou quickly denied, "It's a bit like lacquer, but it's not as solid as lacquer..."
She twisted suspiciously, and dipped some water on her fingertips again. This time, the congealed thing softened a lot with the water. In this way, Bo Ruoyou was more sure that it was not lacquer. At this time, she saw A few traces were left on the paper, and her eyes lit up, "It's not lacquer, it's pigment."
Wu Xiang was also surprised, "Paint?"
"Yes, compared to the rough paint used for painting, it's a bit like..." Bo Ruoyou thought carefully, "It's a bit like the paint used to carve dolls by woodworkers, or to paint small things like lanterns and wooden ornaments."