Fu Jun stood up, and at the moment when he walked away, he suddenly felt something strange.

Her eyes widened.

One of the deceased's hands was exposed outside the cloth, and his nails were stained with pale pink danko, which were cut very short and untrimmed.

Fu Jun squatted down suddenly.

"What? What's wrong? Meng Yuan immediately noticed Fu Jun's abnormality, and the person had already walked over.

They asked the two corpses to be examined several times, but they did not find anything unusual. Today, Fu Jun wants to investigate, and he also has the mentality of giving it a try.

He knew how smart she was, and when he brought her here, he thought that maybe maybe she could find out something.

After all, she was the one who had even tried the nails of the Hidden Sword Villa.

However, it was a real feeling to watch her examine the body with her own eyes......

Meng Yuan couldn't speak.

The only thing he was sure of was the way she looked...... It's really beautiful.

Those bright eyes stared at the things in front of them, and there was no distraction, and when the long, black eyelashes were gently fanned, there was an indescribable beauty.

At that moment, even if she was standing in front of the corpse, she was so beautiful that people didn't dare to look at her.

When she stood up disappointed, he thought she was done.

But at this moment, her eyes were so bright, and she looked at the fingers of the female corpse, and her movements were light and graceful. And those shining eyes showed that she had made a great discovery.

Fu Jun is carefully examining the fingernails of the deceased.

On the surface, the deceased's fingernails were nothing out of the ordinary. Except that it was cut a little too short and not very neat, it still looked normal.

"What's wrong with her nails?" Meng Yuan asked again.

He didn't see anything wrong, and said that the dead man's fingernails were very clean.

"Her nails were cut too short." Fu Jun raised her head as she spoke, her autumn-like eyes stared at Meng Yuan's face, with a hint of joy in her eyes: "Her nails shouldn't be so short, it's not her maid who repaired them for her." ”

Meng Yuan's expression was a little strange.

Is this a major discovery?

Fu Jun had already stood up at this time, and saw Meng Yuan's expression with puzzlement. She took off her gloves. He raised his hand in front of Meng Yuan.

"Look at my nails." She smiled.

Meng Yuan's back immediately straightened.

She actually told him to look at her nails!

Her hands were dyed with yellow fat, which hid the original whiteness, but there was an exceptionally soft and delicate color. The pink nails are round and shiny, like petals falling lightly on the fingertips.

Meng Yuan turned his gaze away. coughed lightly: "I've seen it." ”

"You'll know when you've seen it. There must be something wrong with the nails of this corpse. As far as I guess. It should have been the murderer who cut her nails. Fu Jun's tone was very calm.

Meng Yuan turned his head sharply.

"Look, are her nails much shorter than mine?" Fu Jun placed his hand next to the female corpse's hand.

Meng Yuan only looked at it carefully this time. Later, he found that it was indeed as Fu Jun said, the female corpse's nails were cut very short.

"So what?" Meng Yuan was still a little puzzled.

Fu Jun put on her gloves again, turned the right hand of the female corpse, pointed to the first joint of her middle finger and said: "You see, her skin here is slightly thicker, and the bone joints are also a little protruding, which shows that she is used to needlework, and this section of the bone joint is the place where the thimble is placed, and over the years, it has left traces." ”

Speaking of this, Fu Jun turned over the palm of the female corpse again, pointed to her nails and said, "Since you are used to needlework, you must leave some nails." Because the threads and needles are delicate work, it is inconvenient to do the nails when they are short. Besides, she also dyed Dancôme. This dancôme has not been dyed for a long time, and the color is still very bright. If this color is not lined with the tips of ten fingers, it will not look good, so she must have always had long nails, and it is impossible to cut them so short. ”

Speaking of this, Fu Jun turned her head and looked around again: "The clothes she carries with her can be here?" ”

Meng Yuan nodded, turned around and walked into the compartment on the side, and after a while, he came out with a big burden.

"These are the ones that her maid has collected, and they are now handed over to us to deal with." As Meng Yuan spoke, he opened the baggage knot.

Fu Jun still put on gloves, rummaged through the baggage for a while, and then found a black lacquered flat box with blue grass patterns, opened the lid of the box, and sure enough, she found what she was looking for from inside.

"You see," Fu Jun spread out his palm, and in the palm of his hand lay a small file with a silver handle that was no more than two inches long, and a small bush of orchids was carved on the handle, "This is used for manicures, and ordinary boudoir women have this thing." ”

Meng Yuan finally understood this time.

An official's wife who has a maid to serve, and a virtuous needlework, her nails must be carefully maintained.

He picked up the file and looked at it, then crouched down again, carefully observing the female corpse's nails.

At this glance, he saw that there was a problem.

The nail was stiff and fresh, and had not been finely polished. In other words, Fu Jun's speculation is likely to be correct.

It was the murderer who cut off the nails of the female corpse.

Even if it was not the murderer's doing, it indicates that after the death of the official's wife, someone else entered their room and cut off the nails of the female corpse.

Meng Yuan touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

It's too weird.

Whoever did it, what was the purpose of cutting off a dead woman's nails? Could it be that there is something left in the woman's nails that makes the person have to cut it?

Fu Jun was also thinking about this problem.

It's just that her views on this matter are different from Meng Yuan's.

All kinds of signs, coupled with the intuition of the former policeman, made Fu Jun have a guess: this is likely to be a series of serial murders.

In her previous life, she had dealt with several serial murders by psychopathic killers, and one murderer liked to collect the organs of the dead.

This case that happened in the Han Dynasty gave Fu Jun an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The same type of deceased, bizarre collecting behavior. The former is known to Fu Jun, while the latter is the only one. If more information can be gathered, Fu Jun will be able to make more inferences.

Unfortunately, this is not the case in this era.

When I walked out of the cellar, a ray of sunlight was letting in through the small window of the adobe house.

Fu Jun couldn't help but squint.

They stayed in the cellar for more than twenty minutes.

Although Fu Jun was not psychologically unwell, her body was obviously a little unbearable, and when she took off her mask, her face looked a little ugly.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Meng Yuan's iced eyes crossed a few fine rays of light, and his long eyebrows were even tighter.

I didn't bring her if I knew I wouldn't have brought her.

She was already delicate, how could she withstand the cold of the cellar?

Now she is as weak as snowflakes. Meng Yuan suddenly had a feeling that as long as a gust of wind came, she might be about to melt into the wind.

The thought made his heart crunch.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little stuffy, I'll be fine when I go out." Fu Jun said with a light smile. Although her face was tired, her eyes were as clear as autumn dew.

"Subordinate open the door." Wu Gou immediately ran over and opened the door of the adobe house. (To be continued.) )