"My youngest child has always liked this kind of dress since I was a child." The woman's words made Lin Xiaoyou stunned.

The deceased was a transvestite, which Lin Xiaoyou did not expect, she didn't think that this strange dress would be the reason of the deceased herself, so she couldn't find the cause of the deceased's death, but the deceased's family said this, which made her feel slightly negligent.

At about 12 noon on November 5, 2009, Kuang Jilu, a 54-year-old migrant worker, rushed home from Jiangbei to deliver money to his son, who was studying in school. The front door and side doors of the house are closed, but the back door, which is never opened, is hidden. When he entered through the back door, he was shocked by the scene in front of him: his son was wearing a red flower dress, his hands and feet were firmly tied with ropes, and a large scale was hanging from his feet, and his hands were hanging from the beams of the house, and he was already dead.

The case was very sensational at the time, because of its weirdness, there were many versions, the most bizarre is the ghost theory, but in the end, the police found out that this was a case of sexual suffocation through an autopsy and investigation.

So this deceased, could it be transvestite suffocation? After all, it is said that the surrounding area is the land of the warbler, and the wind is not good, and the woman in front of her is not young but she is smeared with grease and powder, I am afraid that she is also engaged in an unusual job.

It is necessary to do another in-depth autopsy of the deceased.

Lin Xiaoyou had a plan in her heart, so she asked the official to take the woman away, and at the same time asked Feiyan to bring the autopsy report of the deceased later, she wanted to see if there would be any new discoveries.

So far, there seems to be a clue to the case. But in fact, it has been a stalemate, the heavy makeup of the deceased Adong, the strange face of Kumquat, and their eyes seem to be watching themselves every time in the dark night sky.

It's bright, and then it's gone, just like life.

No one's life is to be let down.

Lin Xiaoyou clenched the lancet and looked at Ah Dong, for some reason, although he had been dead for so long, there was a vague smell on his body. But it can't be haunted. It doesn't stink.

With ginger slices in his mouth, thoughts tumbling in his head, transvestism, dirty ponds, the smell of wine, head oil, painting pilou, and ...... That weird smell......

She suddenly had a headache, but it seemed like something was opening a crack. A ray of light shines through.

"Poof!" The joints of the fingers are curved. Brace on the wooden board where the body of the deceased is placed. It hurts a little. “

"Ma'am." Lin Tan walked in at this time and handed Lin Xiaoyou a cup of warm tea: "It's cold here, madam, you've been alone for half a day." No matter how good your body is, you can't stand it, so drink saliva. ”

Lin Xiaoyou's sweat was left drop by drop, sliding down his cheeks.

Lin Tan was a little stupid for a while, and reached out to wipe ...... was grabbed by Lin Xiaoyou's wrist.

"Madame, I'm sorry." He was so frightened that he wanted to kneel.

"Taste, the taste in your hand ......" Lin Xiaoyou leaned over, Lin Tan wanted to retreat, but she was dragged to the ground and couldn't move.

"I, I ......"

"That's it, it's light, but yes." Lin Xiaoyou's eyes flashed, "You." ”

Before he finished speaking, he saw someone push the door in, it was the second dog apprentice of Lehehe, holding a piece of rice paper in his hand, and a painting was painted on it, as if it was a person.

"Master, master, I've finished drawing."

Lin Xiaoyou put down the knife in his hand and rushed over, grabbed the rice paper and sniffed it hard, and said: "That's it, it's the smell of ink, those dead people have the smell of ink, so we need to use such a strong fragrance and clothing to cover up this smell, the purpose is to divert our attention." ”

"......" The two children were inexplicable, but Lin Tan calmed down first and understood what Lin Xiaoyou meant, but he still hesitated: "Then ...... now" He swept his gaze at the deceased Adong.

"It's not me, it's not me." The little apprentice's painting was torn and his eyes were red.

"Of course it's not you." Lin Xiaoyou shook his head. "The murderer should be like this, he is familiar with the deceased Ah Dong Kumquat, but Ah Dong and Kumquat have a more or less relationship with the painting pilou, so the murderer must not have nothing to do with it."

"Who's the murderer?"

Lin Xiaoyou didn't speak, she shaved carefully from Adong's hair, and soon a layer of powder appeared, she placed the powder in a snow-white ceramic bowl, and then added water, and soon, the water turned black, and the small bowl of white porcelain was particularly dazzling.

"Look." Lin Xiaoyou dipped his finger on the rice paper and pressed it, and a fingerprint appeared. "It's called a fingerprint." Her whispered voice was like a sermon.

"Oh."

"The ink contains bone glue, which allows the ink to solidify, and when it comes into contact with water, it will dissolve."

“……”

"Bone glue, borneol, musk......" Lin Xiaoyou said with a smile after bowing his head again. Really. ”

The murderer must be that person.

The second dog and the little apprentice were still confused, Lin Xiaoyou had already walked out of the dark room, she hadn't looked directly at the sun for too long, and she blocked her forehead with her hand for a while, but suddenly felt a shadow.

"You've been here for a long time, and you've found out."

"Yes." tacitly, looking at each other, Lin Xiao thought that he was mature.

Speaking of his discovery, Lin Xiaoyou designated the murderer, the painter, because he had an unusual place.

"How?" Su Yan didn't quite understand.

"It's too similar, it's too similar." Lin Xiaoyou pointed to the restored portrait of the deceased Adong and said. "He's a man, but this artist paints him like a woman, why?"

"Because you want to get the attention of the deceased's family, didn't you say that he was a transsemite?"

"Maybe, but look at the wrist." Lin Xiaoyou pointed to his wrist, and a bracelet could be clearly seen. "And here." Fingers slide down your waist to your feet. "The shoes he wears are ......"

"Embroidered shoes!"

Lin Xiaoyou nodded: "Yes, at the beginning, we were all confused by the deceased's strange outfit, thinking that it was a perverted murder, but I didn't release the deceased's shoes and bracelets at that time, so how did the painter know?" ”

"So early in the morning, he knew each other!" Su Yan's face became serious.

"yes, and he killed Kumquat!"

"Why?" Su Yan asked.

"In order to pursue some kind of ......," Lin Xiaoyou said. You see, his portrait has a mention, which is too formal for a portrait of a deceased, so the deceased must be an extraordinary ...... for him."

Bang Bang ...... As soon as Lin Xiaoyou's words fell, he heard applause from outside the door, Zhu Jingcheng and several uniformed guards walked in, and a man was tied up with five flowers, who was the painter.

Lin Xiaoyou: "The prince has worked hard these days. ”

Zhu Jingcheng is still cynical: "I have won awards, but I have made a small discovery." (To be continued......)

PS: I want to write modern reasoning again, hey, that's how I died