"Could it be that the paint used to color these gadgets is something that this kid had in his hands before he got lost?" Wu Xiang finished speaking and grabbed the saber at his waist, "I'll ask him what he was holding before he got lost, if he didn't If there is paint on the method, then the paint is related to the murderer."
Bo Ruoyou thought the same way, nodded, and Wu Xiang turned to go to the front hall.
Bo Ruoyou looked away, then unbuttoned Wen Jin's clothes, and began to examine carefully.
Wen Jin had a lot of small scratches on his body, but no more traumatic wounds, Bo Ruoyou's brows were clustered, Wen Jin obviously lost a lot of blood, but there were no injuries on the main blood vessels such as the neck and wrists. How did the blood flow out of his body
Just because of the soybean-sized injury on the sole of the foot
The wound was on the inner edge of Wen Jin's big finger. Although the wound was small, it was not shallow, but it was far away from the heart of the person. Bo Ruoyou couldn't imagine that the wound here could drain all the blood from a person's body. , and she inspected the wound, it was a wound during life. When a person is alive, all wounds will heal on their own. For such a large wound, even if the blood flow does not stop, it will condense into a scab after a while.
Her eyes were getting darker and darker, and just thinking about the autopsy, but thinking of the appearance of Master Wen and his wife, she felt that it would be extremely difficult to do the autopsy. At this moment, she suddenly saw two strange pale spots on Wen Jin's wrist. bruises.
These two bruises are both in the shape of a double ring, about three inches apart in the middle, a little obvious on his pale skin, she found some white vinegar from the cage, and carefully applied it on the two bruises, Then it was painted on the limbs, chest and abdomen of the deceased. While waiting, Bo Ruoyou went to look at the paint again.
After soaking in water for too long, the paint has softened, leaving a small mottled red mark on the paper. This is a red color that is darker than cinnabar. Bo Ruoyou only feels that it is a bit common, and he can't tell what will be painted on for a while. .
At this time, Wu Xiang came from the front hall, and said as soon as he entered the door: "I asked the couple, and they said that they lived in this inn for a month. They did buy a few toys for the children, but they were all toys like wooden horses, windmills and wooden swords. , and that day when he took the child to the porridge shed and the market, he never brought any playthings with him. There is a personal nurse to look after him, and he will never let dirt get in his nails."
Wu Xiang finished speaking in one breath, and said firmly: "The couple are sure that this thing must have been stained outside, and I went to their room to have a look just now, and the wooden horse and windmill they bought for their children are indeed colored, but One was lacquered and the other had a paint that didn't match what was found in the nail, and I just tried it and it didn't snap off easily."
"This is also a problem." Bo Ruoyou stared and said: "Ordinary good objects are made of colored paint, which is not easy to fall off, and those made of paint will not fall off if you touch them casually, unless the craftsman who made the object made them rough. .”
Wu Xiang's eyes rolled, "Could it be the small items sold in the market, looking at the colorful ones, but they are all crudely made, and I went to the market that day, could it be that the child bought something by himself? Or ... is the murderer using something to lure?"
Bo Ruoyou didn't have a clue, she just asked, "Have you asked them if they have any enemies?"
Wu Xiang shook his head, "I asked the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper said that the Wen family believed in Buddhism and treated people very kindly, and they lived in the shop for more than a month, and they were very generous. The whole shop was very considerate to them. The young master is also very well-behaved and sensible. They don’t go to the temple to pray for blessings on weekdays. The young master is taken by the mother and plays with the servants. The shop assistants like to tease him. Today, the shop assistants also asked, It was the same as what the shopkeeper said, and I sent people to find a few guests who stayed at the inn before, and they all said that the Wen family was very kind. pity."
If you only lived in the store for a day or two, you can still cover it up, but this time the Wen family lived in the store for more than a month, and everyone in the store said this, which is enough to prove that there is no fraud. Bo Ruoyou frowned and looked at the dead body, full of doubts .
"Such a way of harming people is indeed not like ordinary seeking revenge." After a slight pause, Bo Ruoyou still couldn't help asking: "Maybe an autopsy?"
Wu Xiang showed distress, and Bo Ruoyou said: "Although it is inferred that he died of excessive blood loss, but only looking at the body surface, it is still difficult to be sure. Only after the autopsy can we be sure."
Wu Xiang sighed, "Don't talk about autopsy, I just said that they don't want to send the child's body back to Yizhuang, saying that such a place will damage the child's remains, and they want to put the child in a coffin as soon as possible and set up here mourning hall."
Bo Ruoyou didn't sound surprised, "Forget it, I'll check it out again."
When the scars on the neck appeared, Bo Ruoyou checked the mouth, nose, head and face of the deceased again. The strange thing was that there was still no trauma, even bruises were rare. How many roads does the mountain have?"
Wu Xiang hurriedly said: "Three ways, either detour to the back mountain from the east, or go around the back mountain from the west, or enter the Xiangguo Temple, and then go down from the west gate of the Xiangguo Temple. These three days, the road is at the foot of the mountain. The fastest, but even so, it takes half an hour to walk, and the place where the body is found is not at the foot of the back mountain, but in the woodland halfway up the mountain, and as a child, it is impossible for him to climb halfway up the mountain by himself."
After Wu Xiang finished speaking, she also thought of the unreasonable point, "If the murderer wants to take the child so far away, how can he not be discovered? Even if it is coaxing, the child will be afraid if it is too far away from the parents. There may be no struggle at all, but there are very few external injuries on his body."
Bo Ruoyou thought for a moment with piercing eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, "It's not impossible, if you use a sack or a cage to pack the child... It's just that the child will cry bitterly, and it's the porridge day for Xiangguo Temple that day." , It is impossible to snatch the child away among the many tourists, I checked, there are no bruises and abrasions on his mouth, it doesn't look like he was stuffed in the mouth."
Wu Xiang couldn't figure it out, and anxiously grabbed a handful of her hair, "Could it be... someone the child knows well? First rely on this trust to take the child away, and then get out of everyone's sight before taking him away."
Bo Ruoyou's eyes lit up slightly, "It's not impossible." After a pause, she asked again: "There is another important place. Where his body was found, there shouldn't be many bloodstains, right?"
When Bo Ruoyou heard Wu Xiang talk about the case, he did not emphasize that there was a lot of blood in the place where the body was found, so even if there was blood, he would never go to a scary place. Sure enough, Wu Xiang nodded and said: " Yes, I didn’t find it. Hou Yang sent people to visit the place where the body was found when he came in the morning, but there were not many traces to be seen after the snow fell. Later, he asked the master of Xiangguo Temple, and they said that there was no bloodstain there... "
"Then, the place where he was murdered was not in the back mountain, but somewhere else." Bo Ruoyou said firmly, she turned her eyes to look at the faded clothes, the dead man's clothes were a piece of bamboo green silk satin The layered gown with the face is covered with complicated and gorgeous patterns, but at the moment it is covered with mud, and the mud has covered the traces that might have been left.
Wu Xiang also said: "Besides, the back mountain has not found his lost shoes and socks. It is snowing now, and when the snow stops, send people to look for it."
Bo Ruoyou nodded and looked carefully at the clothes in her hands. After looking back and forth several times, she finally found a mark on the hem of the long gown. The brown mud was shaken off due to drying, but there was a trace underneath. A piece of dirt that was not covered up, Bo Ruoyou carefully scraped off the piece of dirt, Wu Xiang stepped forward to look at it and said, "Is it also paint?"
The color and shape were indeed similar, but Bo Ruoyou didn't answer. She dipped it in water again and found that it was difficult to blend into the water. Soon, she frowned, "It's wax, it's red wax—"
Red wax? Wu Xiang subconsciously asked: "The red candles used for worship in Xiangguo Temple?"
"Very likely." Bo Ruoyou recalled that on the way just now, almost every shop sold joss sticks, "The candles rubbed against his robe, and the place where he was murdered was probably where joss sticks were lit..."
Wu Xiang felt even weirder when she heard it, "Don't say it's in the Buddhist hall..."
Bo Ruoyou shook her head, "This should be impossible. People from Xiangguo Temple come and go, and they harm people in the temple. It's too easy to be discovered."
Wu Xiang said again: "Either someone's family has a place for offering sacrifices."
Bo Ruoyou went to look at Wen Jin's body, and half an hour later, the scars on his chin and collarbone really showed more, but Bo Ruoyou was thinking, "Ordinary murder, whether it's for money or revenge, is for money. He was clean and neat without leaving any traces, but this time the murderer treated a child like this. He lost most of his blood, and it can be said that he died of blood flow. Did the murderer have a twisted mind and wanted to watch a child die alive, or did he want to die? Is it the child's blood?"
"You want human blood? What do you want human blood for?" Wu Xiang's scalp went numb for a while.
Bo Ruoyou looked at the wax scraped off again, and shook her head, "I don't know either."
After she finished speaking, she preserved the wax and paint, and went to look at the scar on Wenjin's wrist. At this moment, she found that the scar was not only circular, but also had many flakes of bruises on the skin about three inches wide in the middle. , and the closer to the palm the more serious, and the two circular scars are also more serious near the wrist.
Bo Ruoyou frowned, her mind was spinning rapidly, at a certain moment, she suddenly straightened up, "I know how he died."
Wu Xiang was puzzled, "Didn't he die from blood loss?"
"Blood loss is true, but it is not so easy to die of excessive blood loss due to minor injuries." She looked at the deceased pityingly, "He was hung up, and an opening was made on the blood vessel on the inner side of the foot. In this way, the blood of the body will flow from the soles of the feet."
Wu Xiang was terrified when he heard this, "This... this method is really possible? The wound is so small!"
Bo Ruoyou said in a cold voice: "I didn't think about it at first, but I suddenly remembered that my foster father once taught me some medical skills, saying that there are two main veins in the human body, which are born from the heart cavity and extend to the whole body. The end is on the foot, and one of them is where he was injured. This wound was not done randomly, but was broken by looking for the blood. The ring-shaped wound on his wrist is not a rope mark, but something as wide and hard as a shackle."
Wu Xiang couldn't believe it even more, "Take the child away, let the blood out, and still hang it up with shackles to let the blood out... What... what is the murderer going to do? Is it possible that he really wants to take the child's blood? But what can human blood do? ? It’s not like someone likes to eat human blood, right?”
The blood of livestock is edible, but I have never heard of human blood being edible. Goosebumps appeared on Wu Xiang's arms, but when he remembered the case of strangling and skinning the girls earlier, he felt any absurd and frightening thing. Anything can happen.
Bo Ruoyou was not in a hurry to deny his guess, but said: "I don't know what the murderer is going to do, but his mind and purpose are unusual. This time, we have encountered difficulties again."
Without knowing the murderer's motive, he lost the direction of the search, and the case became more and more difficult to solve, Wu Xiang also felt very at a loss.
The two were thinking silently, when the sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded outside again, Bo Ruoyou turned her eyes to look out the window, and saw that the heavy snow that had been falling earlier had stopped at this time, and the sky broke through the clouds, reflecting a dazzling snow .
It was already noon when they arrived early in the morning, and the post-mortem examination was delayed. If it was sunny at this moment, the sun would already be setting in the west. Unfortunately, the autopsy did not find much, and there were many guests in this inn, and the Wen family often went in and out of Xiangguo Temple. There are not many people who have met them, and many clues will have to be checked by the yamen.
"The time of death should be the night of the eleventh day when he was lost. The weather has changed these few days, and the exact time is hard to tell, but it will not be the daytime of the twelfth day. The wound on the foot was pierced by a thin blade, but any sharp cut Thin and sharp weapons can be used, but the murder weapon is difficult to identify for a while, and the only clue of where he was murdered is wax. , the murderer also wanted to take him to a bloodletting place. After he was murdered, he had to take the body out quietly. Mistakes will be discovered."
Bo Ruoyou pondered for a moment and then said: "The murderer should be familiar with the terrain here, and familiar with the blood vessels and meridians of the human body. He should have a little understanding of medical theory, and have a way to take Wen Jin out and in quietly. We can focus on checking for carriages and sedan chairs." He came and went by chariot, and after the murder, he had to go to the back mountain to throw the corpse, he must be alone on the night of the eleventh, but once he went out, he was very likely to be seen by others."
Having said this, Wu Xiang already knew, "I understand, I want to take someone to Xiangguo Temple, and then visit the town. It's getting late now, so I'll ask someone to take you back to Beijing? Otherwise Stay here overnight."
Looking out of the window, Bo Ruoyou also knew that it was a long way back to Beijing, and it would be useless to keep the body without autopsy, so she nodded, "It's been hard work arresting the head, I'll think about it when I go back, if I think of anything else, I'll go to the yamen to look for the head arrester. "
Wu Xiang responded, and when she recovered Wen Jin's remains, put away the box and cleaned her hands, she called a servant to escort Bo Ruoyou back to Beijing, and went out of the inn with her to watch her get into the carriage.
After bidding farewell to everyone, the carriage returned along the long street of the town. The heavy snow had stopped, and the shops and inns that were originally closed were opened. There were also many tourists on the long street. , I could vaguely hear some cries.
Bo Ruoyou lifted the curtain to look, and then leaned against the wall of the carriage to recuperate. While she was carefully calculating whether there was anything to miss, a few clear nursery rhymes came into the carriage.
"...Strike the iron four, the four flower needles are easy to pick."
"Strike iron five, five zongzi celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival..."
Bo Ruoyou's heart skipped a beat, the nursery rhymes that she had just heard in the city, did not expect to exist outside the city, but the songs were passed down by word of mouth, so it's not strange, but she was moved by the clear and clear voices of the children, thinking of the cold Wen Jin, who was lying on the table, felt more pity in her heart, she opened the curtain again, and saw five children not far away singing nursery rhymes in a circle.
There are dozens of nursery rhymes according to the number, and each of the five children seemed to be following orders. The carriage was walking slowly on the long street, and Bo Ruoyou kept watching the children recite each sentence, but it spread to the opposite side. When she looked at her child, the child suddenly lost his voice, as if he hadn't spoken, but seeing his clapping his hands and shaking his head, Bo Ruoyou felt that he had read again.
She felt strange in her heart, and couldn't help staring at the child. At this moment, the sound of the carriage passing by the bluestone slab startled several children, and they all looked at her, and the child whose back was facing her also turned around at this moment. In an instant, Bo Ruoyou's eyes shrank.
A ghost mask with red face and fangs was worn on the child's face.
His mouth and nose were all covered, only a pair of eyes were exposed from the hole in the black mask, Bo Ruoyou's heart tightened, and he quickly stopped the carriage.