Jiang Wu did not rush to cut, but carefully looked at the whole body of the deceased. The deceased died in a very miserable state. The entire lower body was chopped off at the waist, and there were two very deep cuts on the left chest of the upper body.
The first knife fell three inches below the ribs, and slowly began to cut downwards. The deceased had not been dead for a long time, so the internal organs were not rotten, but after all, they were still bloody. Others found it difficult to distinguish. There was no magnifying glass now, so she just
Neng took a closer look and saw that her expression was solemn and her black eyes were focused. Although she was doing a job that seemed disgusting to others, she almost made people feel sacred.
By the time she finished the examination, an hour had passed and night was about to fall. She was doing the final stitches on the deceased and putting her clothes on. After everything was done, she finally exhaled and straightened up.
Fu Heng didn't speak during this period. Seeing that she had finished the test, he said calmly: "How is it?"
Jiang Wu was about to speak, but as soon as her words came to her lips, she turned around and said, "I wrote it on the autopsy grid. Can you order me a bowl of food?"
Fu Heng curled his lips: "It's up to you."
Not long after, the kitchen brought a bowl of beef noodles. It wasn't very tasty, but Jiang Wu hadn't eaten for a whole day and she would be so hungry that she couldn't do this job.
Maybe she was afraid of corpses, so she often put Haagen-Dazs in the refrigerator where corpses were frozen in the city bureau because she didn't want to change places to eat.
As a result, she was almost finished eating when she remembered that this adult seemed to have not eaten a grain of rice. As a qualified and conscientious social animal, Jiang Wu held the bowl of noodles with only a little noodle soup left, barely picked up a few noodles, and pulled out a noodle.
To the boss of the Ministry of Public Security’s smile: “How about you... have some?”
Fu Heng glanced at her lightly, and as expected, he frowned: "No need."
Jiang Wu thought maybe he would have to pay extra if he said more than five words in a sentence.
After eating, she did not forget about the business. She cupped her hands and said to Fu Heng: "Sir, after inspection, there were six wounds all over the body of the deceased. The deepest wound was a knife on the left chest, which went directly through the deceased's body.
The gap in the ribs pierced the heart artery, directly causing death. The murder weapon was a single-edged knife, about 25 centimeters long...er, I mean 7.5 inches. After the murderer killed the deceased, he brutally chopped it with a machete.
The lower limbs of the deceased were severed, and it is speculated that it may be a butcher's knife, and the murderer may be a butcher."
"In addition to the machete, a hammer was also used, causing obvious soft tissue contusions and bruises on the upper limbs of the deceased."
Jiang Wu finished speaking in one breath, and then added: "Because the condition of the corpse did not allow it, no stomach content test was performed, but based on the number and shape of the corpse spots, the deceased should have died during... the garrison last night
.”
During the garrison, that is, at dusk, when Jiang Wu was about to go to Dongshi to buy a drink, the alley would not be the first scene, it would only be the place where the body was dumped.
In fact, there was another place that was a bit strange, but she thought about it and swallowed her doubts back.
…
The Li family was already in a mess. Although Li Jiaojiao was just a concubine, she was still a rich lady. Li Jiaojiao's aunt was crying in the house and wanted to be killed. Mr. Li and his wife were sitting in the middle of the hall.
, without saying a word.
Mr. Li's name is Li Zhuo. He did cloth business in Yangzhou in his early years. Later, he met a nobleman and his business grew. He just entered the capital a few months ago. He was busy expanding his shop and connections. Naturally, he couldn't take care of his family.
She was not a playboy, and only had one wife and two beautiful concubines. One was Li Jiaojiao's biological mother, Aunt Rong, and the other was Aunt Liu, a thin horse from Yangzhou whom she adopted when she was in Yangzhou.
Aunt Liu was charming and young, but she was only in her twenties. After all, it was not her daughter who died. Now she was just sitting together in the lobby discussing matters. She was just holding a plate and eating melon seeds. Then
There was no trace of sadness on Zhang's face, and the corners of his mouth could not help but turn up.
Aunt Liu said: "In my opinion, this matter can be settled as soon as the quilt is lifted. Jiaojiao is a girl. Sister Rong shouldn't... think that even her death will become a topic of conversation for other people after dinner, right?"
Aunt Rong's body became weak from crying. She was just a daughter, so naturally she didn't want her death to be revealed. Her eyes were red as if they were about to bleed. She pointed at Aunt Liu and cursed: "Bitch! Why are you here?"
How can virtue mention my Jiaojiao, who obviously died because of you!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the house was shocked. Mr. Li frowned and looked at Aunt Rong warningly: "You can stop."
Aunt Rong had known for a long time that the master always favored people named Liu. The grievances and resentments that she had suppressed for more than ten years suddenly burst out. She pointed at her and opened her mouth to curse: "Jiaojiao just had an affair with you yesterday."
She couldn't come back until she left the house! Why did you take her out? Give me back my Jiaojiao!"
She knelt down in the middle of the hall and cried and fussed. Seeing that there was no look of surprise on the faces of the three people present, she suddenly understood in her heart - it turned out that they already knew!
"You...you...I'm going to report to the official!"
…
After all, Jiang Wu got in the good graces of the commander of the Jin Yiwei, took a bath in Fusi, Beizhen, and changed into clean clothes. Although they were not as good as the Jin Yiwei commander's mink fur, they could at least keep out the cold.
She was wearing a plain short coat and a blue linen pleated skirt. There were no women's clothes in the Jinyiwei, so this outfit belonged to a certain guard.
She huddled her hands in her sleeves and tremblingly followed the map instructions: "This is where the deceased was found. According to the crime habits of most murderers, the residual limbs should not be too far away from here. Searching within a radius of five miles should be fruitful.
,considering the weather…”
"Search the nearby lake and destroy the temple." Fu Heng walked in with a cold air, and his black cloak drew an extremely cold arc in the air.
Jiang Wu was stunned when she saw him, and added: "Dongshi is not far from here, so... go to the butcher shop to check."
Just this sentence, when you think about it carefully, makes your hair stand on end.
Jiang Wu rubbed her nose and couldn't help but sneeze - the next moment, the original color cloak that had just been draped on the commander of the Imperial Guard was hooded over her body.
Jiang Wu blinked her eyes and looked at him.
Fu Heng looked at her condescendingly and uttered two words tenderly: trash.