The next morning, Fu Heng sat by the bed and stared at the woman lying on the ground.
The little girl wrapped herself up like a silkworm chrysalis. She couldn't break free several times and her face turned red.
The bright light outside the window hit his eyelids, and Jiang Wu slowly opened his eyes - he slept quite peacefully, but the quilt was wrapped too tightly, and his arms felt a little painful after one night.
"Sir... Your Majesty." The first thing she saw when she woke up was Fu Heng, who was so frightened that she almost stuttered.
Fu Heng nodded lightly and suddenly frowned at her: "Who are you?"
Jiang Wu was stunned and subconsciously replied: "I am the little girl from Jinyiwei's back cook."
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from beside her and pinched her earlobe.
The other person's fingertips were cold. Jiang Wu looked at him with wide eyes and subconsciously began to struggle.
But the other party was obviously faster. Fu Heng didn't sleep last night, and now he didn't even need to move. He bent one leg and pressed against the edge of her quilt, pinched her hands that were about to struggle with one hand and held it against her head, using a standard
His interrogation posture completely restrained her.
Fu Heng was tall and tall. When he leaned down, Jiang Wu's entire body was shrouded in a black shadow.
The man pinched her earlobe with his calloused fingertips, and his voice was cold and hoarse in the morning: "The birthmark on your ear looks familiar."
Birthmark? Where do I have any birthmark?
Jiang Wu blinked his eyes and tried to shrink into the quilt: "I don't have any birthmarks. It may be a scar from a fall when I was a child."
Fu Heng was suspicious, "Really?"
Jiang Wu had never looked in the mirror and didn't even know what she looked like, let alone a birthmark. She was also confused about what Fu Heng said about birthmarks.
"My brain didn't work very well when I was a child, so even if I got bumped, I wouldn't be able to tell." She showed a silly smile, moved her wrist at the right time, and said pitifully: "Sir, there will be an autopsy later. If my hand is disabled,
Already..."
Crippled? Fu Heng secretly laughed in his heart. Of course he knew his own strength. How could he be so exaggerated as crippled?
"So what if it's useless?"
Jiang Wu looked upright: "If you are crippled, you won't be able to devote yourself to your work and die for you!"
Fu Heng: "..."
Her consciousness was too high, and Fu Heng's expression briefly became stagnant. He threw away his hand with a cold face, stood up and walked aside: "I'll give you a moment to burn the incense. After you finish packing, go to the side hall for dinner."
Jiang Wu's eyes lit up, thinking that this job was really worthwhile, as it included food and shelter.
She didn't expect that Fu Heng actually ate with the Qianhu household, but Fu Heng sat at the head of the long table, and she... was at the bottom.
Because Fu Heng was present, no one dared to fight and make noise. The atmosphere during the meal was like a graveyard, so we ate like this for a while. Perhaps because she was the only woman present, and with such a good-tempered person, she
Trying to lighten the mood: "Little girl, what's your name?"
Jiang Wu choked on his neck and swallowed a piece of steamed bun, and whispered softly: "Jiang Wu, ginger's ginger, weed's grass."
Because someone made a start, everyone started talking, but most of the conversation focused on her, "Miss Jiang, how did you learn the method of autopsy?"
Jiang Wu: "I have liked reading books since I was a child, and over time... I became self-taught without a teacher."
Everyone was shocked, this little girl is so talented.
"Where did you live before? Have you ever done an autopsy?" Some people saw that her cheeks were slightly red and thought she was shy, so they wanted to talk about a lighter topic.
In fact, Jiang Wu choked on the steamed bun. She managed to calm down and replied: "I lived far away before, and I have experienced it before... and I have seen many cases in books."
She almost said that she was arrogant. She was not a member of the government, so how could she conduct an autopsy?
The man was so thoughtful that he said something nonsense, touched his head nonchalantly, and asked another question, "What book did you read? Is there any special case?"
At this time, Jiang Wu was already thinking about why you talk so much and whether he could have a good meal, and he had some bad thoughts in his heart.
She shrugged and said calmly: "That's natural. I once saw a corpse that had been soaked in water for more than half a month in the hot summer. When it was picked up, it was completely swollen and pus leaked when touched.
I accidentally moved it and the whole thing exploded."
The person who asked the question had a vague sense that something was wrong with this topic.
Jiang Wu gushed: "After the explosion, tens of thousands of flies and maggots crawled all over the ground, and all the fat turned into liquid."
After saying that, she faced everyone's livid faces and said softly, "Eh-", pointed to the unfinished steamed buns on the plate, and said, "The bugs are almost as white as the steamed buns."
After saying this, people looked at each other in confusion, and put the uneaten food into cloth bags in twos and twos: "Sir, I just remembered that I was in a hurry to feed the cat, please excuse me."
"I'm going to feed the dog."
"I'm going to investigate the case..."
Within a short time, everyone at the long table had left, leaving only her and Fu Heng.
Jiang Wu didn't care, she just happened to be clean.
Fu Heng put down his chopsticks and looked at the table impatiently: "You haven't finished eating yet?"
Jiang Wu moved for a moment, looked at Fu Heng, and said with trepidation, "I'm still growing."
This guy Fu Heng has no humanity at all. He actually said: "There is nothing to grow in."
Jiang Wu rolled his eyes in anger and stuffed all the steamed buns into his mouth. "I'm going to examine the corpse from yesterday."
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"The deceased woman had a total of 21 wounds all over her body, seven burns, five injuries from blows, her right calf was broken more than three times, all the nails on her left hand fell off, and there were carvings on her belly."
I saw that the word "bitch" was carved on the belly of the deceased with a sharp weapon. The scratches were quite deep, and the muscles next to it still showed signs of life. They were carved during his lifetime.
Judging from the corpse, this was a very typical death caused by torture. There were strangulation and pinch marks on the neck of the deceased, two teeth were missing, and the ribs were broken.
Fu Heng stepped into the autopsy room, where Jiang Wu was cutting open the deceased's belly with a knife.
She had used a Y-shaped knife, and the inside of the body had become rotten and discolored. Judging from the stomach contents, the deceased's time of death should have been after the meal. Combined with all the wounds, he must have been abused for more than five days.
"The deceased had been tortured for about five days. The murderer used hammers, candles, ropes, nails and other tools. During the torture, the deceased was not provided with meals, but only some water. But in the last time,
Maybe the murderer decided to kill her, so he provided her with a pretty good meal."
Jiang Wu whispered: "In addition, sir... I have something I don't know whether to say or not."
Fu Heng nodded: "You say."
"I suspect that the deceased is the same person as the one who killed Li Jiaojiao."