However, life is going to go on after all, and the case does not seem to have progressed because of the strange state of the two.

Everything is shrouded in fog, so that people can't see clearly, where they come and where they go.

In Izumi, what they hear is much the same, and the workers in the slaughterhouse don't have much culture. When it comes to talking, most of them are just echoing it.

The interrogation room is a little dry and cold, different from the usual dampness, probably because of people's hearts.

Lin Xiaoyou and Su Yan had their own concerns, sat down, and questioned the workers in the slaughterhouse.

But after finishing their description, Lin Xiaoyou and Su Yan's faces were difficult to look at, they didn't expect that in a remote slaughterhouse, prostitutes had already become a commonplace in that area, no one really paid attention to what they were doing with them, and no one remembered which part of the slaughterhouse had been used like this for a long time.

The red embroidered shoes were a standard prostitute's attire, and although the feet were men's, they would not be removed from prostitutes.

For some reason, Lin Xiaoyou's mind always floated with the face of the ten ladies with heavy makeup, as well as the two snow-white stone lions at the door of the Pilou.

In the Red Mansion, the Jia family is said to be the only one at the door of the two lions that are real, so what about this painted Pilou? It should really be a painted leather building.

Everything is so illusory, but it is like a root in all directions, uncan't pull it out, linger, and linger everywhere.

Every case is related to it, but it seems to be just a coincidence.

"My lord, what the woman said is true, and there is no deception. The face of the man in front of him was like ashes, and his eye sockets were deep. It seems that years of hard life have devoured her flesh and soul from the inside, and if it weren't for the active black mole at the corner of her lips, she would really look like a zombie.

Lin Xiao frowned again, this person is a mother-in-law in the Lu family's slaughterhouse, her husband is a pig killer, and the husband and wife have been working there for more than ten years, and now the slaughterhouse is going to sell people, so both of them are temporarily resting and have nothing to do.

Lin Xiaoyou looked at her thin face and suddenly thought about it, could it be a dirty deal between men and prostitutes. was seen by the mother-in-law, and then the man died in the dispute. The prostitute fled, like that. Thinking about it, I feel unlikely, in ancient times, it was legal to marry concubines. Encouraged. It's spending money and prostitutes. Can you commit murder, the roar of the Hedong lion is just a literary creation after all.

There is no such thing as universal faith.

"Well, who do you know is missing? Lin Xiaoyou asked. There is no news from the owner of the broken foot, there is no database here, and it is inevitable that it will lag.

Speaking of which, there are indeed strange things in this case, one is that the deceased is a man and is wearing the embroidered shoes of a prostitute, but although there are also secret prostitutes such as petty officials in Hequan, they are not wearing embroidered shoes, Lin Xiaoyou can only speculate like this, but unfortunately, no one has come to identify the body until this moment.

said that he was killed for adultery, which was already the closest answer Lin Xiaoyou could think of.

She tapped her fingers on the autopsy report on the side, which was done with Su Yan, I have to say, he is very smart, although the technique is a mess at the beginning, but he covers up the defects well, making people think that he is just a little unskilled, in fact, he only knows some written knowledge, and slowly, he began to look presentable.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiaoyou couldn't help but say that she had a strange feeling in her heart.

Look down at the report.

The deceased was the result of a series of blows to the head and face, within twelve to forty-eight hours of the discovery of the body, and the weather was not too hot but very humid to make it difficult to determine the exact date of death.

Lin Xiaoyou speculated from the rust and shape of some wounds that the murder weapon was a metal, similar to a stick, and it was more likely to be cylindrical, and as for the stomach residue, it seemed that the deceased had drunk alcohol.

"His clothes are red gowns, have you seen them?" Lin Xiaoyou felt that he should still look for the deceased from acquaintances, after all, this slaughterhouse was not of interest to everyone, except for the people who lived there on weekdays, who would know that it was still a secret place of pleasure.

"I don't know." Several mothers-in-law shook their heads, their faces dazed.

This interrogation only recruited women, and the men were handled by Zhang Long and Zhao Hu in another room, the reason for this is that Lin Xiaoyou feels that gossip is a hobby for all women, and these mothers-in-law should have more information, and second, she doesn't want them to communicate with each other, in this case, she always feels that there is a relationship between men and women, and most of the people in the slaughterhouse are relatives or husbands and wives, and if they exchange stunners, it will be difficult to open the gap.

If you have the intention to hide it, you will not be able to find a hole.

The longer it takes, the fewer leads there are.

At this time, Lin Xiaoyou caught a glimpse of the curtain at the door, she walked over and lifted the curtain, but saw that it was Zhang Long, holding a piece of rice paper in his hand and said, "Madam, what you want is good." Lin Xiaoyou nodded and said with a smile: "That's really troublesome for that gentleman." Because the death of the male corpse was terrible, his face was broken, and it was very ugly, even if he wanted to ask someone to identify the corpse, it was very difficult to do it, so Lin Xiaoyou hired a painter to paint the corpse, and it was said that he was a young man who was very short of money.

If it weren't for the lack of money, what artist would agree to paint a corpse.

In Dawei, painting is actually a very respected profession.

Dressed in white, the Wei and Jin dynasties are gorgeous.

"Thank you for me, Mr. Wu." Lin Xiaoyou gave Zhang Long a tael of silver.

Zhang Long looked embarrassed: "I'm afraid it's not enough." ”

Lin Xiaoyou held the scroll in his hand and wondered, "Why?" "This person has to look at Shu, is he a little ashamed of his identity as a painter, the price is clearly good.

Zhang Long said with a smile: "Don't worry, madam, that kid bent on, lay down after painting, and now he is lying down and falling asleep, and he has asked the doctor to prescribe anti-vomiting medicine, it's okay." ”

It turned out that Mr. Painter was too dedicated, and although he was uncomfortable with the corpse in every way, he endured the feeling of fainting and vomiting and finished painting on a rotten face, and finally fainted due to lack of physical strength.

Lin Xiaoyou thought about it and said that he was going to visit, Zhang Long shook his head: "Madam, then Mr. Wu has already fallen asleep, and he hasn't slept all night in order to rush to work on this painting." After speaking, he showed a look of admiration and sighed. Although he is a white-faced scholar, he has the courage to stay in Liaozhai all night, accompanying the corpse, and I can't do it. ”

Lin Xiaoyou was a little awe-inspiring when he heard this, this Mr. Wu is really a trustworthy person, so he thought that he would have to get acquainted with him, add more silver, and be grateful to others.

After the report, Zhang Long left, Lin Xiaoyou opened the scroll very curiously, and the face of the deceased appeared in front of him for the first time, which was a clean but with a hint of weirdness.

No beard.

In ancient times, except for some white-faced scholars, most people were bearded, and this face looked very much like a butcher's style, but the bare lips made him look particularly weird.

This painting was painted by the painter surnamed Wu while looking at the corpse according to the description written by Lin Xiaoyou on the paper, which can be said to be meticulous.

The hair of the deceased was very dark.

Lin Xiaoyou looked at it for a while, and took the picture to the house, and at this time Su Yan was asking the third mother-in-law. (To be continued......)

PS: I had a headache and wanted to ask for leave, but it didn't seem good to ask for leave at the beginning of the month, I thought about it, and I still endured it and wrote a chapter, I'm going to sleep, good night