Chapter 59 The murder weapon: needle and silk thread?
Yu Qiansi took out two embroidery needles that were completely submerged in the heads of Zhao Zhaodi and Qian Xulai.
And this acupuncture point is...
Yamen acupoint.
Mainly used to treat madness, epilepsy, hoarseness and stroke.
Looking at the faces of these two people, you can still vaguely distinguish the weird smiles on their faces.
Logically speaking, if this acupuncture point is stabbed, a person should be in extreme pain. How can he laugh instead?
"Not only that," Zhang Yilun rolled up the sleeves of the first deceased, Zhao Zhaodi, and said, "She was the only one who suffered trauma during her lifetime."
There was a slight bruise on the skin outside the navicular bone at the junction of the inside of the wrist and the palm. The wound was very shallow and had been cleaned and tidied up. It could be seen that it was healing, indicating that it was an injury suffered before death.
"Sister Yu, can you see anything else?" Zhang Yilun took off a corner of his gloves, grabbed the candy on the side and threw it into his mouth, slyly reminding: "For example, some clues that can be used as a basis for joint investigation.
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Yu Qiansi curled her lips helplessly. How dare this young adult come to test herself? But she picked up each head in her hand and looked over it over and over, and gestured at the incision on her neck for a long time.
Realized: "There is something wrong with this fatal wound."
Zhang Yilun nodded repeatedly, very excited, "I knew Sister Yu would be able to see it! I have never seen such a strange injury!"
Boyi took a closer look and said with emotion: "Indeed, the incision is so sharp, what a fast knife this is."
Yu Qiansi shook his head: "I'm afraid this is not a wound caused by a weapon..."
Judging from Boyi's frown, you knew he didn't understand.
She reached out and took an orange from the table nearby, weighing it in her hand, and suddenly she got into a playful mood.
He smiled maliciously and asked: "Master Bo, have you ever seen beheading?"
"Put your head on the anvil, sharpen your knife on the whetstone, and then, like this..."
She put the orange in her hand on the edge of the table, with half of it hanging in the air. She pulled out a dagger from somewhere, raised the knife and dropped it. The half of the orange that was hanging in the air fell straight down with juice splashing everywhere, and was then picked up by Zhang Yilun with quick eyes and hands.
Catch it when it lands.
Those hands had just touched the dead man's head.
Boyi felt a chill on the back of his neck, his hairs were counting down, and the stench in the room took over again.
He couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "You two...did it on purpose?"
Yu Qiansi laughed heartily.
The two of them each held half an orange in their hands and handed it to Boyi in unison.
Asked: "Take a look, do you find anything?"
The original fresh and sweet smell, combined with the fishy stench in the house, and the smell of ginger and vinegar on the tip of his nose, almost made him spit it out again. He just felt that he never wanted to eat oranges again in his life.
I endured the turmoil in my stomach and looked at it for a long time with a wrinkled face...
There is indeed a difference!
"Here..." He took the two halves of the orange and put them together, turned the strange seam in front of him, and said in surprise: "This place is a gap, not cut with a knife, but.
....."
But it was torn off.
Looking at the bright smile of the woman in front of him, he understood.
Most of this orange is suspended in the air, and it has weight.
No matter how sharp the knife is, when it cuts a seam, the separated part will fall down due to its own weight.
Therefore, before the knife has finished cutting the last part, the half of the orange attached to the peel will be torn off due to the weight, leaving an uneven, tear-like small gap at the end. No.
It's a neat knife edge that splits it completely in half.
It's like beheading.
Whether you are beheading or chopping oranges, do not cut vegetables on a chopping board.
The head itself also has weight. When it is split in the air, the split part will not stop in mid-air and wait for the knife to fall before the head and body are separated.
It will fall down by itself due to its own weight while being split.
Therefore, it should be like this orange, the incision should not be completely neat, but there will be some irregular tearing wounds at the last part where the body and head are separated.
But these four corpses had no such gaps.
After Boyi understood this, he looked at the orange in his hand. He felt sick and hurriedly handed it out.
Zhang Yilun took it indifferently, peeled off the skin and ate it happily.
Boyi frowned. He would never eat oranges again.
Yu Qiansi continued to look down at the body.
She was dressed in red and had a jade face, her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, and her beautiful eyebrows were frowning. Boyi subconsciously picked up the lamp and approached the body to help her illuminate it.
The moment the lamp shadow flickered by, she suddenly noticed something.
He raised his head and glanced at Boyi, his eyes were like ignited fireworks. Boyi was fascinated by the fireworks in the sky. Before he could recover, he saw her snatching the lamp from his hand and placing it on the neck of the corpse.
The fracture is shaking back and forth.
As the light source rotated, the three of them seemed to have entered a revolving lantern, and all the shadows around them twisted strangely.
"Xiao Xiao Zhang, look!" Yu Qiansi pointed to the neck incisions of the four corpses, "Isn't there a deeper cut every other section?"
There were four corpses, three of which had been dead for many days. If the shadow of the candle hadn't been shaking just now, and the shadow of the neck was magnified infinitely and cast on the ground, they probably wouldn't have discovered this.
Yu Qiansi chuckled lightly, looked up at Boyi, and praised sincerely, "What a good luck!"
The seven-colored fireworks in his eyes bloomed with joy again.
The last time Boyi heard these words was in Fengting Garden.
My state of mind at that moment is definitely not comparable to this moment.
Looking at the woman in front of him smiling heartlessly, it is difficult to connect the wanton man in front of him with the woman who was still being threatened by others at night.
She seems to have the ability to always forget suffering and difficulties, and always find ways to make herself happy.
This feeling seems to be contagious to others.
He unconsciously curled up the corners of his mouth and chuckled, and the annoyance in his chest for the past few days disappeared with his smile.
Zhang Yilun dropped the orange in his hand and came over. The three of them squatted on the ground together, their eyes level with the necks on the table.
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The flesh and skin will shrink with decay and will be less obvious, but the cuts on the bones will not change with the passage of time.
Touching it carefully, a small slit suddenly appeared in the middle of the level scar on the cervical spine.
It's just like......
"It's like the middle of this kitchen knife suddenly became a hair wider," Zhang Yilun felt it and sighed: "Sister Yu, you are so amazing, I didn't notice it before."
After making this discovery, and comparing it with other places, we can find that this trace appears every certain distance.
Boyi held his head and thought hard, but he still had no idea.
He gestured again and again in the air, line-dot-line-dot-line...
"What kind of weapon is this? Why does it suddenly become thicker and thinner in the middle?"
The cut surface should be extremely thin, so the head can be cut off quickly, but there is still a thick place in the middle, like a connecting point?
There is only one primary casting principle for weapons in the world, no matter how rare they are. That is for ease of use, not for looks.
In other words, the reason why this murder weapon is like this is that it has to be like this.
Putting aside the feasibility, it is like...
Yu Qiansi pondered: "Do you think... this wound is like a thread... something like that?"
She still remembered that when she was a child, she watched her mother embroider and played with the silk thread. She accidentally pulled hard and a thin silk thread cut her finger into a bloody mark. The wound was not shallow.
"Yes, Sister Yu! The suddenly thickened point in the middle is like a knot tied with silk thread..."
Thinking of this, even Zhang Yilun couldn't help but shudder, and hesitantly looked at the motionless body of Liu Xiaoxing at the end of the board.
With a sad face, he said: "Embroidery needle, silk thread? This sounds like the ghost embroiderer with superb embroidery skills is back to take revenge..."
