Ji Xiamo rushed back to the Prime Minister's Mansion to get some things, and without staying long, he hurried out again, and went straight to the criminal department.

Feng Shaojin's side was also very fast, and he quickly sent the things that Ji Xia Mo wanted.

Master Pan has two wives, a main house, and a concubine.

There is a son under the main room, named Zhao Zikai. The concubine has been in the Pan Mansion for two years and has never been pregnant.

In addition, Master Pan also has a son and a daughter.

Pan Zilong is the eldest son of Pan Fu, and his biological mother died of illness when he was young.

Another daughter is named Zhao Han'er, who had a relationship with a maid in the house many years ago after Mr. Pan drunk, and later the maid was sent back to her hometown, but unexpectedly, the maid was already pregnant at that time.

Five years later, the maidservant died, and an old woman, who was also a kitchen mute who survived the fire, brought Zhao Han'er, who was only five years old, to Pan's mansion. confirmed the identity, the Pan family is so big that they can't afford to raise a mouth, and because Zhao Han'er is not a man, the two ladies didn't say much.

Zhao Han'er's mother's family is lowly and has never been named, and no one outside knows that there is a young lady in Panfu. The people in the mansion called out their masters on their faces, but behind this back, they were just an unknown outsider.

Ji Xiamo flipped through the information in his hand, had a general understanding of the situation, and had a sign in his heart, so he took Qin Yan and Jin Wuji to the Criminal Department together.

Ordering the guards to be closed outside without following up, Ji Xiamo took two steps forward and pushed open the wooden door, and suddenly a foul smell came to his face, Ji Xiamo quickly covered his nose with the bone fan in his hand, and frowned.

"Hmm, what a smell!" Qin Yan covered his mouth and nose and retreated again and again, his stomach tumbling and wanting to vomit.

Ji Xiamo didn't even look at Qin Yan, opened the folding fan in his hand, and fanned it on tiptoe in front of Jin Wuji, the faint fragrance of pollen lingering in front of his nose, dispersing the disgusting smell of scorched corpses.

Jin Wuji looked down at Ji Xiamo, Ji Xiamo grinned and showed two rows of small white teeth, Jin Wuji's heart warmed when he saw it, and the coldness in his eyes was dissipated.

Seeing that Jin Wuji didn't have much discomfort on his face, Ji Xiamo withdrew the bone fan and covered it in front of his nose, turned around and entered the morgue.

The enclosed room was lined with neat wooden beds and rows of corpses on display.

Ji Xia Mo walked around the house, looked at the name of the bedside sign, and casually lifted the white cloth on the corpse.

A scorching smell of corpse oil, mixed with the smell of decay, rushed to his face, Ji Xia Mo lined up, his brows furrowed. Qin Yan's face turned even whiter, covering his mouth and forcibly suppressing the nausea in his stomach.

Ji Xiamo glanced at the charred corpse, put the white cloth back on, and looked back at Qin Yan and Jin Wuji. "What I'm going to do next is probably beyond your bearing, you go out first, and I'll leave it here."

Jin Wuji frowned slightly, took two steps forward and stood still in front of Ji Xiamo, and the hand holding the sword raised a few points.

Ji Xiamo tilted his head and looked at Jin Wuji's cold side face, only to feel a lot of pressure.

"Ji Xiamo, what do you mean! Is this son the kind of villain who escapes? Qin Yan was unhappy, snorted coldly and let go of the hand covering his mouth, and died to save face and suffer the crime.

"Today, Ben Gongzi is here with you, do whatever you want to do!"

Seeing that one of the two of them was holding on, and the other was really not caring, Ji Xiamo didn't bother to speak, reached out and took the small bag in Jin Wuji's hand, and handed a tray to Qin Yan instead.

"What for?" Qin Yan took the tray handed by Ji Xiamo and was a little confused.

"Since you don't want to go, give me a hand." Ji Xiamo took out a handful of sharp and delicate scissors and knives from his bag, and displayed them on the tray one by one.

"That's right, Brother Jin." Ji Xiamo turned to hand a booklet and a pen to Jin Wuji. "Wait for me to write down the autopsy data."

"Okay."

"Ji Xiamo, what do you want to do?"

"Since you die here, then you give me peace." Ji Xiamo opened the first corpse, held a scalpel in his hand, and in an instant, the momentum of his whole body changed. changed the appearance of the scoundrel of the previous hanger, and replaced it with a repressive heaviness and strictness.

Ji Xiamo picked up a scalpel, glanced at Qin Yan, and said indifferently, "If you dare to make a little noise to disturb me in a while, I will dissect you!" ”

Ji Xiamo said it, and didn't care if Qin Yan understood it or not, and turned to look at Jin Wuji, "Brother Jin, are you ready?" ”

Jin Wuji nodded silently, opened the booklet in his hand, and picked up the brush.

Ji Xia Mo walked to the corpse, from top to bottom, carefully inspected every place, and did not miss a single one.

Thin, soft fingers slid down the corpse's neck and finally stopped at the corpse's stomach. Ji Xia Mo frowned and pressed around, the scalpel in his hand flipped over, and in Qin Yan's frightened and Jin Wuji's stunned gaze, he slowly dissected the stomach of the deceased.

The inside of the morgue was sealed on all sides, isolating the sunlight from the outside, so the interior of the morgue looked a little dim and frighteningly depressing.

The dull sound of cutting was particularly clear and creepy in the quiet morgue at this time.

Thirty-seven corpses Ji Xia Mo naturally couldn't be dissected by each one, except for Master Pan, his two wives, and two sons, the other subordinates, slaves, and Ji Xia Mo only carefully examined their bodies.

Ji Xiamo skillfully walked among the corpses, Qin Yan stiffly followed behind him with a tray, and Jin Wuji's subordinates recorded every word Ji Xiamo said without stopping

Time passed little by little, and when Ji Xiamo covered the white cloth on the last corpse, the sun outside had already set in the west.

Ji Xiamo threw the scissors and tweezers in his hand into the tray in Qin Yan's hand, looking at the stench and filth on his hands, a touch of disgust flashed in his eyes.

Ji Xiamo wiped his hands with a towel, shook his sore waist and walked to Jin Wuji's side. "How about Brother Jin? Have you written it all down? ”

"Word for word." Jin Wuji closed the booklet in his hand, glanced at Ji Xiamo's hand, and said lightly, "Finished checking?" ”

"Yes! It's almost burned, and I can't see much of it, but ......" Thinking about the suspicion just discovered, Ji Xiamo's eyes darkened.

"Go wash your hands." Jin Wuji said that, he turned around and walked towards the door first.

"Hey! Brother Jin, you wait for me! Ji Xiamo was stunned, casually threw the towel on the plate in Qin Yan's hand, and chased it out.

Qin Yantie blushed, stiffly looked at the towel in the tray in his hand, and did not miss the small piece of suspicious minced meat. With an earth-shaking roar in his stomach, Qin Yan finally couldn't bear the pain he had been suppressing, and quickly rushed out of the room, knelt under a tree in the courtyard, stuck his neck and vomited wildly.

Being carried by Jin Wuji, Ji Xiamo almost took off a layer of skin from his hand, and barely let the coldness on Jin Wuji's face melt away a lot.

Ji Xia Mo hooked Jin Wuji's arm and walked over with a smile, and at a glance he saw Qin Yan who was dead and alive. I wanted to say a few words of stimulation, but seeing Qin Yan Tieqing's face and pale mouth, Ji Xiamo was a little more unbearable.

The son-in-law who came out of the wealthy compound is already good to be able to hold on to this point, but when he first touched the corpse, he almost vomited to death in the toilet.

"Hey, are you alright?" Ji Xiamo walked up to Qin Yan and patted him on the shoulder.

"I can't die." Qin Yan wiped the corners of his mouth, staggered to his feet, and angrily pushed away Ji Xiamo's hand.

"It's getting dark, go clean up, I'll invite you to dinner, master." Seeing that people could still move, Ji Xiamo also put his heart at ease, shaking his bone fan and laughing heartlessly. "I drank some porridge in the morning, sir, I'm so hungry that I'm about to stand up."

Seeing that Ji Xiamo's face did not change and his smile was as prelude as ever, Qin Yan didn't want to lose face, so he brackered himself and left the courtyard of the morgue with his head held high.

After Qin Yan finished cleaning up, Ji Xia Mo informed the guards, and took Jin Wuji and Qin Yan out of the Criminal Department.

I haven't eaten for a day, and the three of them are really hungry, and they don't care about what grade, so they casually found a decent restaurant on the street and went in and sat down.

Qin Yan sat on the chair with his head half-dead, and Jin Wuji sat upright as always, not squinting. After a tired day, Ji Xiamo didn't bother to look at the menu, and directly asked Xiao Er to pick up the good ones on the table.

Ji Xiamo leaned on the back of the chair, holding the booklet in one hand, touching his chin with the other hand and frowning and thinking, only to feel that there was a cloud of doubt in his heart that could not be removed

originally thought that this case was just a vendetta, but now it seems that it is a mess, and it is still messy, and people can't find a clue.

Ji Xiamo thought back to some suspicious points in Pan's Mansion, and slowly matched the suspicious points found in today's autopsy, but none of them could be connected together.

Ji Xiamo's brows tightened more and more, only to feel that his head was in a mess, and his whole head hurt badly.

One hand took away the booklet in Ji Xiamo's hand across the table, Ji Xiamo's face was cold, and he just wanted to curse, but he bumped into a pair of deep and calm black eyes. Ji Xia Mo choked when he came to his mouth, and swallowed it raw.

"Brother Jin, I haven't finished reading it yet." Ji Xia Mo flattened his mouth and complained dissatisfied.

Jin Wuji calmly put away the booklet and put it in his arms, took out a pair of chopsticks and sent it to Ji Xiamo, and said lightly, "Eat." ”

Ji Xiamo took the chopsticks, only to find that the meal had come up at some point. Ji Xia Mo grinned, quickly picked up a chicken leg, and sent it to Jin Wuji's bowl with a fart, "Brother Jin has been busy for a day, eat a chicken leg to make up for it." ”

Jin Wuji looked at the chicken leg in the bowl, was silent for a moment, and also picked up a piece of chicken and sent it to Ji Xiamo's bowl, his voice was low and reassuringly magnetic. "Eat."

"Good! Thank you, Brother Jin! Ji Xiamo smiled and narrowed his eyes, and the two rows of little white teeth were particularly dazzling. Jin Wuji buried his eyelids and hid the fleeting smile under his eyes.

"Qin Xiaoyan, aren't you hungry?" Ji Xia Mo held a meatball in his mouth and saw that Qin Yan didn't move his chopsticks, raised his chin, and said vaguely.

Qin Yan raised his head, glanced at the food on the table weakly, and remembered the dissected corpse, Qin Yan only felt a wave of nausea in his stomach.

"Ji Xiamo, you, can you still eat?"

"Why can't I eat it?" Ji Xiamo deliberately sandwiched a red braised meatball and shook it in front of Qin Yan's eyes, and bit off half of it with a 'ahh "I've been hungry for a day, so it's delicious."

"Hmm!" Qin Yan's eyes widened, looking at Ji Xiamo deliberately chewing the braised balls so loudly, his stomach suddenly churned, he couldn't hold back any longer, covered his mouth and ran out.

Ji Xiamo shook his head and sighed, "Young, I can't hold my breath~~~"

When Ji Xiamo ate half a plate of braised pork, Qin Yan finally dragged his weak body and walked back with trembling legs.

"Ji Xiamo, you are a monster." Qin Yan lay on the table and could no longer pretend to be polite, and glared at Ji Xiamo angrily.

Ji Xia Mo pursed his lips and snickered, and pushed a bowl of white porridge over. "I know you can't eat anymore, Nuo, I asked someone to cook you a bowl of porridge, and I haven't eaten for a day."

Looking at the white porridge pushed by Ji Xiamo, Qin Yan was stunned for a moment, looking at Ji Xiamo's face full of smiles, for some reason it seemed that something had hit his chest, and he was crispy.

Perhaps Qin Yan's gaze was too straightforward, Jin Wuji frowned slightly, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and the momentum on his body also decreased.

Jin Wuji stretched out his hand to pick up the white porridge and firmly clasped it on Qin Yan's face, the dull sound made Qin Yan startled, and he quickly came back to his senses and looked at Jin Wuji in a daze.

"Eat!" Jin Wuji's black eyes stabbed at Qin Yan, his flat voice suppressed the surging cold air, Qin Yan only felt a chill in the back of his head, couldn't help but shrink his head, quickly picked up the bowl on the table, buried his head and drank it, well-behaved like a little mouse.

Ji Xiamo looked at this scene dumbfounded, Jin Wuji withdrew Qin Yan's unkind gaze, turned to look at Ji Xiamo, and said coldly, "Hurry up and eat!" ”

"Yes!" Frightened by Jin Wuji, Ji Xiamo quickly picked up the small bowl and put it in his mouth.

After a full meal, the three of them left the restaurant, and it was completely dark at this time.

Ji Xiamo found a carriage for Qin Yan, paid the money and ordered it to be sent to the general's mansion, and the two sides said goodbye.

"Qin Xiaoyan, if you feel that you can't stand it, you will have a good rest at home tomorrow, don't come with you." Seeing that Qin Yan's face was pale and colorless, Ji Xiamo was also a little overwhelmed.

"Who said that Ben Gongzi can't stand it?" Qin Yan raised his chin and glared at Ji Xiamo with momentum. "I'll go to you tomorrow, don't think about leaving this son!!"

Qin Yan said that, then fell down the curtain and ordered the coachman to hurry.

Looking at the carriage that was moving away, Ji Xiamo touched his chin and smashed his mouth. "This is a typical death to save face and suffer crimes, and there is nothing to look for."

Qin Yan had already left, Ji Xiamo rubbed his sour eyes, turned around and opened his hands at Jin Wuji, and looked pitiful, "Brother Jin, the carriage is so bumpy, can you go home with light work." ”

Jin Wuji changed the sword in his hand to his left hand, hugged Ji Xiamo's waist without saying a word, and jumped onto the roof.

"Brother Jin~~~" Ji Xiamo hooked Jin Wuji's neck with both hands, and didn't seem to notice Jin Wuji's stiff body, rubbing around Jin Wuji's neck affectionately.

Jin Wuji hugged Ji Xiamo's hand tightly, and whispered in a deep voice, "Go back, don't think about this case again, take a good rest." ”

"Brother Jin, let's sleep together."

"......" Jin Wouji

"I've touched so many corpses today, I'm so scared ~~~~~" Ji Xiamo hugged Jin Wuji's neck and snorted pitifully.

Not! Cold, like an ice cube, holding without sweating, natural mobile air conditioner.

"Brother Jin?"

“……”

"Jin~~Brother~~~"

"Don't make a fuss." The voice was as light as a low sigh, spreading in the wind, like an illusion.

"Brother Jin, I can't sleep, otherwise I'll stay up all night and sort out the case." Poor and miserable.

"Nonsense."

"Brother Jin, you don't love me anymore."

"......" Jin Wouji

"Brother Jin, Brother Jin, Brother Jin~~~ Brother ~~~~~"

“…… Only this once. ”

"No problem! Love Brother Jin, Mo Mo Da ~~~~~"

If there is one, there are two, and if there are two, there are three. Honesty is nothing, he doesn't have these two words in the dictionary.