Arsenic poisoning!

The moon shadow is mottled under the treetops, the night breeze passes, and the branches and leaves rustle, making the courtyard quieter.

There is a lesson from the time of death at the beginning of the year, and this time no one ignores the word chronic.

Twilight turned her head to look at the little guy outside the house and said, "Keep it up!" ”

The little guy was stunned for a moment, and quickly dipped in ink.

"The deceased's complexion was yellow, and raindrop-like patches were visible on the torso, upper thighs and buttocks, which were tested for pigmentation."

"The deceased was a literati who had not practiced martial arts, and the thickness of the keratotic layer on the palms and soles of the feet was abnormal, which was found to be hyperkeratosis of the skin."

"The outer edge of the deceased's palm and the base of the finger showed horn-like and grain-like bulges, which were tested as arsenic."

"Combined with the above three signs, it was tested as chronic arsenic poisoning!"

In the silence, I only heard Twilight's crisp and neat autopsy diagnosis, and the little girl walked quickly, his face bitter. He has studied in a private school academy, but he has never read a medical book, so tonight's corpse list may be written by a Lang Zhong!

Bu Xihuan sat under the corridor, the celadon tea cup was glowing with cold glow in the moonlight, reflecting the light and cool eyebrows.

Wei Zhuozhi shook the fan, and there was a snow-colored magnolia on the fan surface, which was cool and quiet at night, and the man's phoenix eyes were as cold as water.

Chronic poisoning, such a trick of a woman's backyard fight was actually used in the assassin's mansion. The person who poisoned him must often come into contact with Wang Wenqi, if it is his own relatives and subordinates in the palace, if this person is in the assassination mansion......

Wei Zhuozhi looked at Bu Xihuan, and Twilight Qing looked at the two of them and sneered.

If the person who poisoned the assassin is in the assassination mansion, there are too many poison masters in the assassination mansion. Dad was poisoned, and the maid would use poison, and now there is another poisoned assassin clerk.

This clerk may also be this man's person, otherwise he wouldn't have been guilty of blocking the case for a clerk, and sitting in the courtyard late at night blowing a cool breeze to watch her autopsy. These nobles have always regarded the corpse as unlucky, and when the autopsy was conducted in Gushui County, those who caught it quickly did not want to mess with the corpse, and most of the time the corpse was carried to Yizhuang and hurriedly crossed the charcoal basin and left, only to wait for the examination to be completed, and the corpse sheet was taken, and the murderer was investigated according to the record on the corpse sheet. The man sat here watching her autopsy, and in addition to distrusting her, the deceased should be important to him.

If the person who poisoned him was out of a personal grudge with the deceased, it would be fine, but if it was for other purposes, it would be detrimental to him.

"It is possible to infer the time of poisoning?" Bu Xihuan raised her eyes to look at Twilight.

"I can't." Twilight squatted on the ground, spread her hands, and denied it simply, "The amount of poison used is unknown." ”

There is a lack of precision instruments to dissect cadavers and take sections of organs to test the amount of poison deposits. Even if there were instruments, dissection was a shocking thing in this day and age, and it was not tolerated by the law and the people.

Bu Xihuan looked at her, and saw her squatting on the ground, the candlelight was warm red, but her inconspicuous eyes were cold and clear.

He always felt that she had a way.

The man's eyes deepened, and the laziness at the bottom of his eyes was like the first melting wind and snow in winter, cool into people's hearts, "I remember, you know how to observe people's colors." ”

Twilight Qing looked up at Bu Xihuan, the dark color of her eyes was cold, and it also reached people's hearts.

That's right, she has a way.

As long as the deceased's relatives and friends, the people of the Fuchu and the Assassin's Mansion who had access to him were brought to her, she would be able to lock on to the suspect with a micro-expression. But micro-expressions are a novelty in this era, and no matter what era there are pedantic and non-conventional people, just like Gushui Zhixian. She tried to mention it, hoping to quickly lock down the suspect and improve the efficiency of the case, but was dismissed as nonsense. Since then, she has never mentioned it to anyone, and she never thought that the words of the gambling house that night could enter the ears of people with hearts.

The man had seen the beauty of micro-expressions just by gambling that night, and she was really impressed by the fact that she could think of using this method to track down the person who had poisoned her, and to be quick to accept new things and draw inferences.

Open-minded, knowing people and making good use of them, knowing the appearance of the Lord.

Although I don't know the identity of this man, a few people in the courtyard didn't follow the wrong master.

"Yes, yes, but you have to wait until the morning." Twilight got up and looked inside the room, "It's not certain that the poisoner and the murderer are the same person right now, so the clues to the murderer still need to be investigated." The sooner the site is investigated, the more clues are found, and everything else has to be postponed. ”

Bu Xihuan looked at her for a while, handed over the teacup, and the man in black took it, so he lazily lowered his chin and looked into the room and stopped talking.

The meaning is clear, go ahead.

Twilight walked around the room, and didn't know what to see, so she said: "The scene was not much damaged, the blood stains are quite obvious, there is a splattery of blood in front of the desk in the middle of the room, the murderer should be the first knife here, and then there are drop-shaped blood stains all the way to the door." ”

Twilight followed the bloodstains to the door, and she looked down carefully, as if trying to study the bloodstains into a trick, and the candlelight reflected on the side of her face, and it was clearly extinguished.

Bu Xihuan's eyelids drooped lazily, as if he was asleep in the night breeze, but the light at the bottom of his eyes was brighter than the moonlight, "Bloodstains? ”

Twilight was interrupted, and there was a sharp stab in her eyes. Bu Xihuan raised his eyebrows, it was amazing to read, and he interrupted her again when he shouldn't have interrupted her.

Sure enough, Twilight got up without saying a word and strode out the door. He took a piece of white paper from the little girl's hand, dipped the brush in ink and dripped it up, "This is a drop-like blood stain, and the different shapes and sizes indicate the difference in the height and direction of the drop." ”

In the moonlight, a drop of ink blurred on the paper, not bloodstained, but extremely vivid.

"Three inches." Twilight hung the pen three inches over the paper, "The edges of the blood droplets are completely round. ”

"Fifteen inches." Twilight raised her arms up, "The edges are visibly jagged!" ”

"Thirty inches." Twilight simply placed the paper on the ground, "not only are the edges jagged, but there are many small dots around the dots. ”

The ink dripped down, shattering the night and shattering the moonlight in the man's eyes.

Bu Xihuan sat up slightly straight, looking at the ink color on the paper that was gradually fading, and the laziness in his eyes gradually disappeared.

Twilight turned around, swept her sleeve sharply, and swept the ink to the corridor behind her.

Wei Zhuozhi jumped away, if it weren't for his light work, he would really be swept away with ink spots.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at Twilight, this girl didn't like him, right?

Twilight raised her hand and pointed to a row of ink in the corridor, "Splattered bloodstains, which cannot be simulated under the existing conditions, are blood stains formed by blood jetting out of ruptured arteries." It's a throwing of blood, I mean! ”

With that, she turned and entered the door, crouched on the ground, and continued to study the blood stains on the door.

This time, no one interrupted her.

After looking at it for a while, Twilight got up, "The droplet of blood pointed to the door, indicating that the deceased was not dead by a knife, and wanted to run out of the door for help." This knife should be stabbed in the abdomen, which has few major organs and is not easy to kill. The deceased ran to the door, where he was dragged by the killer and fell to the ground. ”

She pointed to the doorway with a trail of blood that had been wiped from the ground, and then pointed to the bookshelf, "The deceased fell to the bookshelf with his head to the bookshelf and his feet to the door, which is consistent with the autopsy." Here, the killer crouched down and stabbed the deceased in the chest. The knife was bloodied and spilled on the wall. ”

Everyone looked up and saw a trail of blood on the wall!

"The murderer's knife must have been stabbed in the chest, because a knife in the neck is fatal, and if the murderer slashed the deceased in the neck at this time, there was no need for him to make another cut. After stabbing him in the chest, the murderer thought the deceased was dead and got up to leave, but the deceased reached out and tried to grab him. Twilight glanced at the bloody corpse's half-raised right hand, and then pointed to the splattered blood stains next to a pool of blood next to his neck, "The murderer crouched down here again and slashed the deceased's neck. Then he picked up the knife, and the blood on the knife fell to the ground, pointing to ......"

Twilight looked back at the desk as she dropped blood from the pool of blood, got up and walked over, her eyes falling to the desk, her eyes changing.

Bu Xihuan's eyes deepened.

The most important thing in the study is the bookshelves and desks, and the murderer has been to the desk!

"The official document is not lost?" Twilight turned her head to look into the courtyard, her eyes falling on the literati, and tapping on the table.

The sound made people furry at night.

"Here, there's something that has been taken." ――

Off topic -

I didn't hold it up last night, I fell asleep, and I got up in the morning to write.

In the afternoon, I want to continue to take a hundred days of photos for Baozi, and it is another day that I can't rest, looking at the sky......

Yesterday, I read the comments and found that there are a lot of masters, the plot, the case and the information, I inevitably have some places that I haven't taken into account. In order to read the text later, the girl can see it smoothly, and everyone finds that the bug is mentioned, and I will correct it as soon as possible.