The rain outside the window was a little weak, but the wind did not diminish the majestic appearance.
The white window paper was blown out into a full diamond shape and pressed into the room, making people feel a moment of violent pressure.
"Don't confuse your spirit with your strange strength," Yu Qiansi patted Zhang Yilun's head, as if to appease the little beast.
"Besides, even if a piece of silk thread can cut your finger, it will never cut off your head."
But she also had trouble, what on earth was this.
Boyi on the side looked at the window pane, as if he was blinded by the strong wind that had not yet blown in.
He thought of a possibility, but immediately rejected it and murmured: "This is impossible."
Sensing Yu Qian's probing gaze, he hesitated for a moment.
But then I thought about it, for so long, Yu Qiansi had guessed ninety-nine percent of where he came from. What's more, even Lin mentioned "Wu Fu" tonight.
He stopped hiding his secrets and confessed frankly: "Do you still remember the small country in the west that was annexed by the Geer tribe of Northern Qi seven years ago?"
Yu Qiansi looked confused.
"... Danguo?" Zhang Yilun reacted first.
"Not bad," Boyi said with a solemn expression at the mention of this name.
In the northwest region outside Fengyang Pass, there are mostly nomadic peoples. These scattered small tribes originally lived a comfortable life living along the water. But after the Northern Qi Dynasty became powerful, these small tribes were exterminated many times in order to compete for water sources and fertile pastures.
The tribes gradually moved westward. Later, under the call of a hero, these small tribes united and established a country named "Dan", which means the rising sun.
"Have you ever seen a horse yoked?"
"Herders sometimes, in order to control the horses and sheep, would use a rope to tie the leading horse or sheep and force it to change direction."
"It is said that the three bravest warriors in Dan Kingdom possess a special weapon. It is like a metal horse rope. Or to be more precise, it is a horse rope. It is said that the silk-like horse rope is abnormal.
It's sharp. They tied a metal ball to one end of the silk thread, and it was very heavy when thrown out."
"Relying on these three threads, they were invincible in the initial battlefield against Northern Qi."
It's a pity that after Dan was destroyed, this weapon disappeared.
In Boyi's eyes, there are still some afterimages of memories that have not completely dissipated: "This is the only weapon I can think of that might be suitable for the wound in front of me. But... I don't know what it is.
The complete silk thread is still like this wound, with a suddenly thickened knot in the middle."
After all, at that time, their vitality was severely damaged and they could only watch the tiger fight from a distance. Most of the time, they only heard specious battlefield rumors.
Zhang Yilun on the side heard this weapon, touched another candy and started chewing it.
His eyes were bright and he was very happy, completely losing the fear just now: "Killing people with silk thread? It really sounds like a storybook!"
Yu Qiansi looked up at Liu Xiaoxing, who was hidden in the darkness and placed on the far left side of a row of corpses.
She still remembered what Shang Fu said, that back then, Princess Jianwen, who inherited Feng Wuxiu, went to Dan Kingdom to marry her.
She looked at her fingertips, as if recalling the feeling of being cut by silk threads.
A wire-like metal?
Can anyone really have such smelting skills? Not only does it have to be thin enough to be lethal, but the metal also needs to be flexible. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will break into several pieces if it is bent slightly.
She lowered her head slightly and stared at the flickering candlelight, closing her eyes. The outline of the firelight still stayed in the darkness of the void.
The fingertips of my right hand resting on the edge of the table made another lucid sound.
Boyi raised his beautiful eyebrows, already accustomed to the strangeness, and asked: "What...are you thinking of?"
Yu Qiansi clenched his right hand into a fist and did not answer.
He bypassed Boyi and reminded: "It's getting late, and there are still two corpses here that have not been examined."
She walked to the end and quickly opened the straw mat covering the corpses. The mutilated corpses of Liu's mother and daughter, carrying the thick earthy smell of putrefaction, occupied every corner of the house without reservation.
The impoverished mother and daughter died one after another. The kind people in the alley reluctantly scraped together two pairs of thin coffin boards, found a place to bury them shallowly, and settled the funeral arrangements.
Yu Qiansi's attention stopped on young Liu Xiaoxing.
I had heard before that she was wearing strange clothes that day, but now that I saw it with my own eyes, I realized what a strange way it was.
This dress is generally made of light-colored coarse cloth, but it has been re-cut to properly reveal the young woman's graceful and concave figure. Not only that, there are many irregularities in the cuffs, neckline, shoulder joints and the skirt of the dress.
, all replaced with beautiful silk fragments.
The joints between coarse cloth and satin are also carefully embroidered with beautiful embroidery patterns. It perfectly blends a variety of completely different materials together, making them look natural. When the candlelight flickers, there is still a faint embroidery pattern.
The feeling of flow.
However, there was some kind of gray stain on the clothes, which spread out in large irregular shapes. After the stain dried, black lines were outlined around the edges.
The uniqueness and indescribable beauty of this piece of clothing is still eye-catching even after it was buried underground for more than ten days and covered up by large unknown stains.
Although the body had begun to rot now, she could still see Liu Xiaoxing's figure and figure in front of her, and suddenly she remembered the phrase that Shang Fu often said, "Beauty is in the bones but not in the skin."
In this way, it is the beauty bone...
No wonder, I almost won that day.
The embroidery skills on the clothes are so superb, naturally no one will doubt the phoenix dance embroidery on the sachet.
Zhang Yilun clasped his hands together, muttered a few words, and then started to take action.
Boyi, on the other hand, was helping Yu Qiansi check the details.
The three of them cooperated tacitly, and soon they completed the examination of the Liu family's mother and daughter.
Zhang Yilun breathed a sigh of relief. The workload tonight was really heavy.
He stretched a long way and said, "Sister Yu, I've finished the investigation. Liu Xiaoxing should have hanged herself, and her mother also died of natural causes."
There is no problem with the time of death, and it is consistent with previous inspections and eyewitness statements.
Yu Qiansi was immersed in examining the wounds on Liu Xiaoxing's body. Hearing this, he moved his shoulders and leaned half against the wall. He turned the Yuli Qiankun in his hand and sorted out all the current clues.
Liu Xiaoxing’s case is not without doubt.
There are also scratches on her body. These scars, like Zhao Zhaodi's, have also been cleaned and taken care of.
But her scars appeared on her hands and cheeks.
This is what's strange.
Not only were there scratches on the palms and backs of the hands, there were also scratches on both cheeks, but not on the nose.
If you fall to the ground and hurt your cheeks, how can your nose be intact? What's more...
She looked at the scratches on the back of Liu Xiaoxing's hands and sighed, roughly guessing what was going on.
In addition, in addition to many dried black stains on the clothes, there was also a thick layer of black mud on the soles of the feet.
She scraped some black mud with a small spatula and examined it carefully by candlelight.
This is sand mixed with black mud.
"Did you fall while walking? That's why there is so much mud on your feet." Boyi saw Yu Qiansi competing with a pile of black mud, so he came over to watch the fun. But after thinking about it for a long time, he found that this was the only reason, and it might be reasonable.
Explain the strange scrapes and mud on the soles of your feet.
But Yu Qiansi shook his head, pointed at the black mud on the soles of his feet, and looked at him intently.
He said firmly: "No, just because she is in the capital, it is absolutely impossible."
