The mortuary is in an inconspicuous corner at the west end of Dali Temple, and it is the first time Qing'er has entered this kind of place.

Holding the Sizheng's approval slip, there was really no need to talk nonsense, and the little official led her into the mortuary in front of his head.

It turned out to be a large house from the outside, but inside it was divided into tiny cubicles, the walls of which were twice as thick as normal walls, and each compartment contained a corpse.

The little official led her to find Qiao Dechun quickly, Qing'er nodded to him, and the little official retired. Qing'er was stunned, she thought that the little official would monitor from the side, but she didn't expect to be so relieved to put her here alone.

But she really didn't know what to do, after all, the work was too professional, and she didn't understand it at all.

It's just that the opportunity can't be missed, Liu Yi's mystery may be on Qiao Dechun's corpse.

Qing'er looked around, the huge row of rooms was empty, and she was the only one who was still panting, and for a while, she only felt a gust of wind blowing from her back.

She exhaled deeply, fully mentally prepared, closed her eyes and boldly lifted the white cloth in front of her.

After a while, he felt that there was no movement around, so he cautiously opened his eyes, looked at the roof for a long time, and then gritted his teeth and looked at the corpse in front of him.

Maybe because it's winter, and people have only been dead for a long time, Qiao Dechun doesn't look scary, as if he is asleep.

Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief, and the three souls and six spirits returned to their places.

Qiao Dechun died so peacefully, but Qing'er didn't expect it, and then she suddenly remembered. She still doesn't know how this man committed suicide.

Qing'er has no professional knowledge in this area, and only feels in a trance that she should stick out her tongue when she hangs herself, and she should bleed when she takes poison. So what is he......

She secretly warned herself not to guess if she didn't understand, and it was important to do serious things.

But she looked at it with both hands for a long time, and she didn't know where to start, in fact, the main purpose of her coming was just to be unconvinced, and she had to see it with her own eyes to admit it.

It's just such a great opportunity, and it seems a bit unreasonable not to do something.

She recalled the forensic films, suspense films and other serials she had watched before, and decided to search her clothes first for any clues.

Thinking and doing are two different things. Qing'er raised her hands and swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva before she stomped her feet resignedly,!

It's a pity that she searched carefully. Didn't find any small notes or anything like that. So, next......

Qing'er frowned, and her eyes accidentally swept to Qiao Dechun's left hand. His left hand was very strange, and it was actually clenched into a fist. This is so unreasonable!

The man died and had no strength in his body. And with the hands still curled, there must be something going on here!

Qing'er stretched her hand and felt very tight, but she didn't move after breaking it twice. Only then did it occur to me that the dead man's body had long been stiff, without any flexibility, and if he wanted to break it, he would have to pluck off all five fingers alive.

Thinking of this, Qing'er's back was cold, her hair stood up, she folded her hands and muttered quietly:

"Qiao Dechun, you have to see clearly in the spirit of heaven. I really want to save you, and your death really has nothing to do with me. Now, in order to punish the rape and eliminate the harm, I have to disturb you. I hope you will forgive me. If you want revenge, go to the person who harmed you! ”

She muttered a few words, and her heart slowly calmed down, and then she vigorously broke his fingers to check, only to be disappointed to find that he had nothing in his hand.

It's just that Qiao Dechun's palm is very strange, and there is a big black mole in the middle of the palm.

This time, even her fingers were broken, Qing'er was no longer afraid, and in her disappointment, she carefully checked other places for a long time, and only saw a trace of blood near the hair line behind her ear.

That's weird too! There were no wounds around this bloodstain, so where did the blood come from?

Qing'er squatted on the ground, looking at the blood stain in a daze, puzzled, how could it be so good......

Yes! This is......

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration made Qing'er shake up with fright, this is someone who has thoroughly cleaned the body before her and disposed of all the blood stains!

Qing'er stood up suddenly when she thought of this, and looked around for a long time, but there was no figure or movement in the empty room.

Despite this, she still didn't dare to stay for a long time, and she didn't know if there were ears and eyes watching her in secret. So he hurriedly covered himself with a white cloth and turned around and left the mortuary.

This assumption frightened Qing'er so much that her legs became weak, and she walked home from Dali Temple at a rapid pace, and was frightened by Xiao Er who suddenly flashed out in the alley.

Xiao Er, in turn, was also startled by Qing'er's scream, he scratched the back of his head embarrassedly and smiled apologetically, leaned over and asked in a low voice:

"Lord Lu, I heard that Qiao Dechun is dead, so I hurried over to you to see if there were any other orders."

Qing'er was too frightened, and she had already forgotten about the fact that she had ordered Xiao Er to guard the Dali Temple in Java, and only reacted when she heard Xiao Eryi say it.

She grabbed Xiao Er and asked a little nervously: "I'll talk about this later, let me ask you if you found anyone following me along the way?" ”

Xiao Er shook his head affirmatively, and Qing'er put her heart back in her stomach.

He was specially trained by the old prawns to protect the Nine Emperor Princes, and Qing'er was convinced of his judgment, so he took a long breath and hurried home with Xiao Er.

When she got home, Qing'er rushed into the water room and clamored to take a bath, she felt that the cold air was coming out from her heart, and she was covered with the cold and dirty stench of the room.

She ordered Xiao's second wife to find a lot of herbs and flower petals to soak in the large bathtub, and poured more than half a basin of hot hands that were suffocating, so that everyone went out to take a bath.

It wasn't until her skin was burned to the pink that Qing'er felt warmth on her body again, and the yin qi in her body was slowly expelled from her body by hot water, and then her rusty brain began to slowly come alive.

She thought that the black mole on Qiao Dechun's palm was innate, but he refused to let go until he died, but it was deliberate, and he wanted to leave a clue.

It's just that this clue was left for her? Or is it left for someone else? If it was reserved for her, what did he want to say?

Mole...... Could it be that Zhang Wenyuan has a black mole on his body, but Liu Yi does not? But how can this be proven?

Now calmly think about it, the intersection between Qiao Dechun and Zhang Wenyuan is that he changed Zhang Wenyuan's new identity, making Zhang Wenyuan change from a death row prisoner "Zhang Sheng" to an innocent "Liu Yi".

So if there is no accident, this ironclad evidence must be on Liu Yi, is Liu Yi not dead?

Qing'er had more and more hypotheses, but she didn't have a clue at all, and it wasn't until the water gradually got cold that she resigned herself to understanding that if she wanted to figure out this matter, she had to borrow Xi's head.

Hmph, there are priorities, and for the sake of major issues, I have to worry about Yun Niang's inscription with him first! (To be continued......)