The Delicate Lady Coroner Chapter 171: Nine ileum 03

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Chapter 171 Nine Ileum 03

"Mrs. Wen, this is the head of Ning'an County and the co-worker of our Yamen." Hou Yang couldn't help but say.

Mrs. Wen was stunned for a moment, looking Bo Ruoyou up and down, confused. Mr. Wen on the side saw that it was what Hou Yang said, and Wu Xiang and others had expressions on their faces. They knew that it was impossible to fake it, and he was frightened. Jumping, he cupped his hands and said: "Greetings to the county lord, Zhuojing is extremely grieved because of the death of his dog. I have offended many people. Please atone for my sins."

Bo Ruoyouben didn't care about this, he only looked back at Wen Jin's body, "I am a yamen clerk, and my duty is to conduct autopsies. Rigor mortis has completely disappeared from the young master's body, and the time of death was at least three days. Moreover, it snowed heavily last night, and rigor mortis should be relieved more slowly. With a little calculation, we can know that he has been dead for a long time, and when Capt. Wu said that you sent people to report to the officials, you were talking about him missing on the 11th day of the winter lunar month, so I It is speculated that he should have been killed on the day he disappeared."

How could Mr. Wen understand the words rigor mortis? He looked confused for a moment. Bao Ruoyou said patiently: "After a person dies, the body becomes stiff. After a few days, it becomes soft again. This stiffness is rigor mortis. After the rigor mortis dissipates, the person will become soft again. If it is summer, This kind of stiffness will only last for one or two days, longer in spring and autumn, up to three or four days, and 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 in the Wilderness, so it must be the lowest number of three days."

With this explanation, Mr. Wen and his wife roughly understood it. Mrs. Wen wiped her tears and her face became a little gloomy.

Wu Xiang comforted him again: "Don't worry, the government will do its best to find out why the young master died. If he was really murdered, the murderer will not be allowed to go unpunished. But the government also needs your help. Now I will ask you a few questions, and you must answer them carefully and don’t miss anything.”

Mrs. Wen was crying with tears in her eyes, but Mr. Wen could still keep his mind calm. He responded and looked into the house again. When he saw his son's body, his face was filled with grief. He quickly persuaded Mrs. Wen to go to the house. Go to the front hall.

Wu Xiang named He Chang and another yamen officer, and the two followed him to ask questions. When he turned around, Bo Ruoyou had walked to the body again.

She did not start the autopsy, but stood beside the long case, her eyes falling on the child's body, which was not seriously corrupted.

The body was brought back last night, so there was no ice or snow on the clothes, but there were mud stains on it, as if a child had rolled in the mud. Although there were purple scars and bruises on the exposed hands and feet, There were scabs on the wound, but no fatal trauma was seen. Although his clothes were torn, there were no obvious blood stains or wounds from the attack.

"Head-hunting, do you think it's strange?"

Bao Ruoyou looked at it and suddenly spoke. Wu Xiang also looked at Wen Jin's body and frowned, "What's so strange about it?"

Wu Xiang has also seen many dead bodies, but he is not sure what Bo Ruoyou means at the moment, but he hesitated and said: "If he has been dead for more than three days, the corruption will not be as serious as I imagined. Maybe Because the weather is cold, if I have to say something weird, it’s just that... this child’s face is a bit too pale..."

After saying this, Wu Xiang became more and more certain, "Yes, his face is too pale."

After a person has been dead for more than three days, even if he is well preserved at low temperatures, it is difficult to see the color of blood on his face. However, Wen Jin's face was paler than any corpse Wu Xiang had ever seen before.

Not only is the intact skin white, but even the bruises and bruises look particularly pale.

Wu Xiangzheng felt strange, and Bo Ruoyou said in a cold voice: "He was indeed murdered, it was not an accident."

Wu Xiang frowned, "How can I be sure? I saw no fatal injuries on his body, no strangulation marks on his neck, and no obvious blood stains on his body. If he was murdered, what was the cause of death?"

"You can't tell the cause of death just by looking at it this way, because——"

"He was drained of blood and died."

Wu Xiang's heart skipped a beat. When he looked at Wen Jin's body again, all his doubts seemed to be solved, "Strangely, I think his face is very strange. At first glance, it doesn't seem weird, but if you look closely, Suddenly, I felt that my face was extremely white, but was it because the blood on my body had dried up?"

Bao Ruoyou had already begun to wear gauntlets. She was not in a hurry to unbutton her clothes. Instead, she went to check the deceased's exposed hands and feet first, especially the deceased's exposed foot.

The wound on the foot is on the sole of the foot, the size of a soybean, as if scratched by a stone. Although the soles of his ankles and soles are stained with mud, the inside of his toenails are very clean, which shows that Wen Jin is not naked. The feet were walking in the mud of the mountains and fields. The mud and sand on the feet were mostly from abandoned corpses.

She frowned in thought, while Wu Xiang ordered the yamen to go and question the shopkeeper and the waiter in the shop to see if anyone had a quarrel or grudge with the Wen family while they were staying in the shop. As soon as he finished the order, there was a burst of firecrackers. There was a sound from outside the courtyard wall.

Separated by a wall here is the long street outside. Bo Ruoyou and Wu Xiang were startled and looked out at the same time. The snow had become lighter, but now that it was not the New Year, why did the good people let it go? Firecrackers?

Wu Xiang immediately sent someone out to ask, and soon the official came back and reported: "The reason for arresting the head is for Buddha's birthday. Nowadays, there are many pilgrims coming and going, and there is a lot of excitement in the town. On the days of Buddha's birthday, the town will be busy. There are lantern markets, soup kitchens, and street performers. Firecrackers are also set off by shops everywhere to celebrate the festivities."

Wu Xiang glanced in the direction of Xiangguo Temple on Nanshan Mountain and said helplessly: "I'm not afraid of disturbing the Buddha."

He turned around and saw that Bo Ruoyou was already examining the hands of the deceased. She was holding a bamboo tweezers in her hand and was carefully scraping something out from between the nails of the deceased. Wu Xiang hurriedly stepped forward and said, "What did you find?" Already?"

Bao Ruoyou took a piece of paper and put it on the long desk, and quickly scraped out scattered sticky objects. "There were also a lot of mud stains on the hands of the deceased, but the inside of the nails were very clean, except for the right hand. There was something stuck in the nails of my ring finger and middle finger."

After all the contents were scraped out, Bo Ruoyou took off his handguard and twisted it with his fingertips. Wu Xiang asked, "Is it mud?"

"No -" Bo Ruoyou denied quickly, "It's a bit like lacquer, but not as condensed and compact as lacquer..."

She twirled it suspiciously and put some water on her fingertips. This time, the clump softened a lot when exposed to the water. In this way, Bo Ruoyou was even more sure that it was not lacquer. At this time, She saw some marks left on the paper, and her eyes lit up, "It's not paint, it's paint."

Wu Xiang was also surprised, "Pigment?"

"Yes, the paint used in painting is rough, a bit like..." Bo Ruoyou thought carefully, "Some like the paint used by carpenters to carve dolls, or the paint used to color small wooden objects such as lanterns."