Dali Temple morgue.

Zhongsun Yan was leaning over to examine a charred corpse, and an apprentice next to him was quickly jot down with a pen.

Ji Changge and the others watched from the sidelines.

"My lord, the deceased had a large amount of soot in his throat, his hands were in the shape of fists, and the cause of death was burning." Zhongsun Yan opened the deceased's mouth and looked at it.

"So it's not cremation after death?" Ji Changge asked rhetorically.

Zhongsun Yan hesitated slightly, nodded and said: "It should be like this, I'm afraid it's dry, the oil lamp fell down and ignited the curtain, wooden bed, etc., these are all flammable products, and the deceased is old, so he couldn't run out." ”

Ji Changge nodded.

"Not necessarily, if the deceased was already unconscious at the time, but he would still inhale a lot of soot and have a fist fight reaction with both hands, assuming that the murderer first stunned the deceased and then set the fire to it, the same kind of corpse reaction will occur." Wen Jing said.

Zhongsun Yan glanced up at Wen Jing and said with a slight displeasure: "This is just your guess. ”

Wen Jing leaned down, looked at several pieces of dark blue substance on the deceased's head, used tweezers to pull them out, put them under his nose and sniffed them.

"Brother Ding, may I ask what happened to the scene?" Wen Jing turned to Ding Wudao.

"The house burned down, and everything inside was almost burned." Ding Wudao.

"Is the closet open in the house?" Wen Jing continued to ask.

Ding Wu glanced at Ji Changge, and both of them looked a little surprised, they didn't mention this detail just now, because they felt that it had nothing to do with the case.

"It's open, and most of the wardrobe and clothes inside are burned."

"What does this have to do with the case?" Zhongsun Yan sneered. Heart Dao, all these marginal things, I'm afraid I can't justify it, he has been doing it for nearly 30 years, and the burned corpses that have been examined are not thousands, but hundreds, this little lady has only been in Dali Temple for more than ten days, and she dares to doubt the results of his autopsy.

Wen Jing didn't directly answer Zhongsun's words, and continued to ask, "Where did the deceased burn to death?" ”

"Dead in bed." Ding Wudao.

"That's right." Wen Jing smiled.

Zhong Sun Yan looked at Wen Jing with a look of "trickery", and continued to justify: "The deceased is old. And the mattress caught fire directly. The fire quickly burned him, so he couldn't escape, which makes sense. ”

"First, if he can't escape because he's burned. He is the only old man in the family. Who opened the door to the big closet? Wen Jing stared at Zhongsun Yan and said.

"It's possible that the deceased left it on before going to bed. Didn't close it. Zhongsun Yan was in a hurry, although he himself felt a little far-fetched after saying it.

"Second, why did he put a piece of clothing over his face before he was burned to death?" Wen Jing continued to ask.

Zhongsun Yan was slightly stunned. Then he said: "To block the soot!" It's an instinctive reaction, and the soot is choking. ”

Wen Jing smiled slightly: "Then why did he get up and go to the closet to get a winter sheepskin jacket?" Wouldn't it be better to pick up the quilt or clothes around you? ”

"This" Zhong Sun Yan stared, and the sweat on his forehead slipped down his forehead, he really couldn't think of what this question was about.

"How do you know that the deceased had a sheepskin jacket on his face?" Zhongsun Yan was still not to be outdone, and his eyes were aggressive.

Wen Jing raised a piece of burnt black substance in his hand: "This is something that sticks to the face of the deceased, which means that when it is burned, it covers the face of the deceased, in my opinion, this should be a sheepskin, if you don't believe it, you can use a piece of sheepskin, after it is burned, you will know the Tao by comparison." ”

Zhongsun Yan looked at the scorched black sheepskin in Wen Jing's hand in surprise, and couldn't help but feel a little ashamed on his face, he just did a cursory inspection, and then preconceived that the deceased was burned to death at home, and he didn't find anything on the deceased's face at all, this little lady was really careful.

"Qi Niang, tell us the mystery." Ji Changge looked at Wen Jingdao with a smile, and said in his heart, this Wen Qi Niang was dumbfounded as soon as he came, he was really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, although he is a young lady who has just reached the line, but he is a little more powerful than the pampered sons and brothers of some big families.

"The murderer should be a familiar person to the deceased, from a psychological point of view, after the murderer kills, he does not want to see the face of the deceased, and covers the deceased's face with clothes and other things, which will make him feel a lot less guilty, I speculate that the murderer first stunned the deceased, and then went into the house to rummage for things, and when he got the things, he wanted to destroy the evidence of the crime, and burned the house to a hundred, or did not find what he wanted, and also burned the house to vent his anger." Wen Jing said.

What is Psychology? Ji Changge asked in his heart, Wen Jing could always say some words that he had never heard before, although he didn't know what the psychology of Lu Dao meant, but he felt that what Wen Jing said seemed to make sense.

"The murderer took something, why didn't he just leave?" Ji Changge asked rhetorically.

"Good question, because he doesn't want people to know that the things in the Dao are taken away by him, and cause such a fire scene, so that the people who know that there is such a thing in the Dao will think that it was burned by the fire." Wen Jing explained.

Ding Wu nodded again and again, and even looked at Wen Jing with some admiration.

"Boss, there's news." A guard walked in and faced Ding Wudao.

"Say."

"Old man Zhao's son came back from outside, and I brought him here."

"Bring him in." Several people's eyes lit up.

A middle-aged man with a panicked face, followed by an old man dressed as a servant, hurriedly walked in, and then looked around, as if looking for something.

"This is your father." Ding Wu sighed and pointed to the corpse on the wooden board on the ground.

The middle-aged man looked at the corpse on the ground in astonishment, and was stunned for a while before he cried and knelt down beside the corpse: "Dad, I shouldn't have left you alone at home, my son is not filial!" ”

"Don't cry yet, I'll ask you a few questions." Ji Chang sang.

"Just ask, sir." The man wiped tears from his eyes.

"Where have you been these days?"

"I went to Dongdan Township to buy fabrics, I heard that the cloth there is cheap, because it is the first time to purchase, the villain will go to see it in person, Uncle Heng can testify for the villain, and then how could I murder the villain's own father." The man replied.

"The villain can testify." That Uncle Heng said.

Seeing that the man didn't look like he was lying, and there was no motive to kill, Ji Changge continued to ask.

"How much property did your family lose?"

The man flattened his mouth and said with a smile: "Property is a trivial matter, the villain's father is burned down, how can the villain still take care of those." ”

"You'd better think about it, what have you lost?"

The man thought for a while and said, "There is no silver tael at home, and it has been taken by the villain to buy it." ”

Ji Changge and Wen Jing glanced at each other, could it be that they were wrong? Didn't the murderer kill for money?

Zhong Sun Yan glanced at Wen Jing with a little gloating, and said in his heart, it depends on how you end up now, after all, you are young.

"If you think about it again, what kind of heirlooms and other things can you have in your home?" Wen Jing looked at the man and said.

The man patted his head and said: "I'm in a hurry, how did I forget that, there is indeed an antique at home, according to the villain's father, it is a rose purple glazed flower pot holder from Jun Yao, which is worth ten thousand, and the villain's father has always looked at it more important than his own life." ”

"Does anyone else know about this antique?" Wen Jing asked.

The man shook his head: "Probably not, my father has always been very strict, he won't talk nonsense everywhere." ”

"Ding Wu, secretly inform all pawnshops, but anyone who goes to be this rose and purple glazed flower pot holder will be caught in Dali Temple for interrogation, and then go to visit the neighbor next door to see if anyone has been in and out of Zhao's house." Ji Changge faced Ding Wudao.

"Yes, sir." After Ding Wu finished speaking, he walked out.

Zhong Sun Yan looked at Wen Jing, his eyes changed slightly and dimmed a little, sighed, silently put away the things on the ground, and suddenly felt a little powerless, is he old?

Ji Changge also walked out.

"Senior Zhongsun, Qi Niang has something to ask you." Wen Jing bowed.

Zhongsun Yan raised his head, looked at Wen Jing's sincere appearance, and nodded.

"Do the seniors of Zhongsun still remember Shen Ying's case five years ago?" Wen Jing got straight to the point.

Zhongsun Yan raised his head in surprise, as if he didn't expect Wen Jing to ask this, he quickly glanced around, and after making sure that there was no one around, he whispered, "Why did you suddenly remember this case?" ”

"During this time, the younger generation has been in the archives, and I feel that this case is very strange." Wen Jing said.

Zhongsun Yan shook his head: "Don't mention this case again in the future, it's a good thing to have enthusiasm, but young people shouldn't be too curious, some things have passed, don't mention them again." ”

Wen Jing didn't seem to hear Zhongsun Yan's words, and continued to ask: "The strangest thing is that in the five years since, there have been no similar cases. ”

Zhongsun Yan was silent for a long time, and then said quietly: "Who told you that it hasn't happened again?" ”

Wen Jing was stunned, could it be that she missed something?

"Please ask the senior Zhongsun to guide me through the maze."

"Two years ago, there was a murder case similar to the Shen family's case." Zhongsun said.

"Then why didn't the juniors find it in the file?"

Zhongsun Yan smiled a little sourly: "That case is in the case of solving the case, you may not have time to see it." ”

Wen Jing couldn't quite understand Zhong Sun Yan's words, wasn't the murderer the same person?

"The deceased in the two cases died in a very similar way, and the murderer was also caught at that time, but the murderer only confessed to the case two years ago, and then died in the cell, as for whether he was the murderer in the case five years ago, no one knows." Zhongsun Yan sighed.

Wen Jing's face became more and more solemn, for some reason, she always felt that the real murderer was still at large, and the one who was arrested may be just a scapegoat, is this the murderer's crime cycle in five years and two years? (To be continued......)