It is difficult to make a mistake, and a hair is indeed judged by a man.

Unlike when a person is alive and when he is dead, the color of his hair changes after death, making it difficult to observe with the naked eye.

He took a hair from the deceased's hair and took a section close to the root.

Remove the same piece of hair from the hair you just found.

He turned and went to the side of the wooden table, where he took some powdered items and put them in a bowl.

I took some of the tender red petals and added a few drops of flower juice.

Finally, add some silvery-white liquid.

He holds two hairs in each hand.

Put it in a bowl and one of the hairs quickly turns white.

The other hair slowly turned white, only half white, and then stopped.

Ren Yongyu opened his eyes again, and looked at him in surprise.

"Do you know why?"

He likes Ren Yongyu's curiosity, and now he deliberately tests him.

He pondered for a moment, a smile tugging at the corner of his eye.

Look at the work and explain the idea.

If it's the same person's hair, it will absorb at the same rate, right?

Nodding his head, he liked Ren Yongyu.

This kid is smart and clever, and he analyzes the case for eight or nine times, and he is an errand material.

He pursed his lips and smiled, no matter whether a person lives or dies, his body functions will not change.

Different people have different hair types, so their ability to absorb color is also different.

So just two hairs can be determined that it is not one person's.

It seems that this was left by the murderer.

It's a pity that there was no dander left in the deceased's fingernails.

A hair, how to find the murderer. It's not necessarily a hair per person to be tempted, right?

Ren Yongyu returned to the shop at night and saw Feng Chuan in the courtyard. Ask about the case.

Feng Chuan thought about it, there were only a few hairs, and it was really difficult to find the murderer.

"The hair is clutched tightly in the hands of the deceased?" Feng Chuan asked hesitantly.

"No, it's just hanging on the cuffs, and it's found this time."

Feng Chuan's expression was much better, she hadn't gone out for a long time, "Why don't I go with Brother Yu tomorrow." ”

Ren Yongyu was naturally happy. If she can go out, the disease will be cured.

The next day, the morning sun did not rise. Feng Chuan packed up and followed Ren Yongyu out of the door.

When Lord Li saw Feng Chuan, he smiled and asked slowly. How is the body. The mood is good.

"The little girl thanks the adults for their concern, and her mood is much better, but she is in the house every day, a little bored, and she can't see others every day, and now she wants to come out to breathe, and she also wants to give more people an innocence."

Master Li clapped his hands and praised, it is a happy event to have such a strange woman in the world.

Straight to the point. Several people began to study the corpse.

"Brother Yu told me something, and I know a little bit. It's just that these hairs really can't identify the murderer. ”

She scrutinized the dead.

The official outside the door called, and several people turned their heads one after another.

Mrs. Chen died, and the old man of the Chen family had fallen ill.

"What time did it happen?"

The official returned, and the Chen family's slaves just came to report, or it was something that had just happened.

Fengchuan, Ren Yongyu and others went to Chen's house together.

The lady was lying on the couch, and the lord was in another room.

"The old man fainted, and when he returned to the house, he found that the lady was lying flat and motionless, and called a few times, but the lady did not respond, and the master probed, and the lady lost her breath." The little girl was scared, and her eyes were red.

He went with Feng Chuan and checked the body.

Mrs. Chen was poisoned and died, her eyes were blue and black, and the corners of her mouth were black.

"What has Madame used lately?"

Shu'er, a pale maid, stepped forward.

Madame has been served by her all the time.

Halfway through yesterday, Madame suddenly said that her stomach was empty and she wanted to eat some snacks.

She went to get some, Madame ate it, drank a bowl of porridge in the morning, and made a few small dishes in the kitchen, which were crisp and refreshing, and Madame ate some and rested.

"What's so strange about the past two days in the house?"

Shu'er shook her head, and the hairpin on her head swayed.

Her face was full of sadness, her husband was not thin to her on weekdays, her wife had no daughter, Shu'er was a maid, and she was like her daughter, as you could see from her dress.

Feng Chuan squinted his eyes and looked at his wife's corpse, there was no problem, his hands and feet were in order, there was no trace of struggle, it seemed that this poison did not hurt his intestines.

Fauber was busy for a while, and this lady was put on arsenic.

"Isn't arsenic bleeding?" Feng Chuan's squinted eyes opened in an instant, and Ren Yongyu spoke with her.

Two curious people got together.

Fu Bo looked at Ren Yongyu and Feng Chuan, and shook his hand, these returned to the yamen and said slowly, the important thing at the moment is that the body of this lady is carried away.

Master Chen lost his son and wife, and he is in the house at the moment.

The second young master is becoming more and more abnormal.

Early in the morning, I heard that my mother was gone, and I didn't dare to go out of the house.

"Who brought Madame's porridge in the morning?"

Shu'er's eyes were clear, and she didn't shy away from Feng Chuan's suspicious eyes, "It's me."

"Did anyone else approach along the way?

Shu'er thought carefully and shook her head.

She has always been cautious, and her wife is happy, how dare she let others approach?

Feng Chuan asked, the slave in the small kitchen this morning was Junko.

The man said frankly that the things he made were all the same, and the lord and others in the house also ate them, and they were all fine, only the lady was poisoned.

"What is the relationship between the lord and the lady on weekdays, don't they sleep together?"

"Madame recently because of the death of the eldest young master, she couldn't sleep at night, and she stayed up for many nights before she could sleep peacefully, and she couldn't hear the noise, and she was afraid that she couldn't rest because of the lord's snoring, so the master went to sleep in the study."

I asked some of the minions, and Madame had no enemies.

On weekdays, he is not mean to the maid slave.

A vendetta is unlikely.

A few courtyards, deep in the depths, lonely places, who killed the killer?

"Brother Yu, you said that Mrs. Chen once told you that the eldest young master was suspicious of the eldest young grandmother back then, right?

Ren Yongyu naturally nodded and asked Feng Chuan, is it possible to suspect that this is the same person as the murderer of the eldest young master?

Feng Chuan looked at the people around him, and it seemed that the murderer should still be in the courtyard.

Several officials took out the pot and just found traces of poison in the pot, which the murderer used to poison and kill his wife.

Shu'er looked at the pot thoughtfully.

In the middle of the day, Madame ordered a snack and she went out.

I always feel strange when I come back, but I don't see any difference.

Then the lady asked her to pour a glass of water, and she poured it herself, and it was this pot.

Here's a clue.

The murderer of that house has entered, and there will inevitably be traces.

Spacious room, neat and clean.

Full-length cabinets, half-height chairs, small tables with the couch, half-foot-high footrests.

These are all normal, except for ......

Feng Chuan swept into a one-person-high carved lacquer cabinet in a blink of an eye.

The door was hidden, as if a gust of wind could blow it open.

Shu'er wondered, the door of this cabinet was closed well on weekdays, but today it was loosened, which slave was so careless?

"I want to see this cabinet." (To be continued.) )