Fu Jun didn't expect Wu Hook to be so attentive, but he was stunned for a moment and glanced at Meng Yuan inquiringly.

Meng Yuan had already walked to the front, but Wu Hook next to the car smiled very kindly: "Auntie...... Let's get out of the car. ”

After saying this, Wu Gou shrunk his neck, as if he felt the cold eyes cast by Meng Yuan in the distance.

It's so dangerous, I almost called someone "girl", but fortunately, he Wu Hook reacted quickly and didn't show his stuffing.

Fu Jun stepped on the stool and got out of the car, followed behind Meng Yuan, and the group entered the grange slowly like a noble son leading people to the green.

This grange is very close to Qixia Mountain, near the water and mountains, and the scenery is still good, so every spring and autumn, there will often be nobles to come to play, and the appearance of Meng Yuan and others did not cause any movement.

At this time, it was spring ploughing, and the fields were full of farmers who were working, and occasionally some children were biting their fingers and standing on the side of the road and looking stupidly, but they didn't follow, and they weren't afraid of people, and it was very interesting to watch.

Meng Yuan turned onto a dirt road from the main road in Zhuangkou, and after a few more circles, he stopped at an inconspicuous farmhouse.

A guard stepped forward and knocked on the door for a long time, and after a while, the door opened, and a middle-aged man with a sad face came out, and when he saw Meng Yuan, he didn't speak, only nodded, and let them in.

"Go to the cellar." Meng Yuan commanded briefly.

The middle-aged man with a sad face stared at Fu Jun, and when he saw Meng Yuan's expressionless face, he didn't speak again, but only led them through the courtyard to an adobe house where the miscellaneous items were kept, and opened a secret door, revealing a downward staircase.

A cold breath mixed with an indescribable taste. Rushed up from the cellar.

This smell is very familiar to Fu Jun, it is the smell of a refrigerated corpse.

She could barely hold back the joy and excitement that came to her heart.

This was the first time she had been able to get so close to the corpse since she came to the Han Dynasty.

It's a great feeling to be able to look into the case yourself.

Wu Gou and the three guards all involuntarily covered their mouths and noses at this time.

Meng Yuan glanced at Fu Jun.

Her eyes were really bright, like stars in the night sky, and like the brightest gems.

Is that how she likes to look at corpses?

Meng Yuan touched his nose.

Fu Jun had completely entered the state of investigating the case at this time.

She reached into her arms, took out the ancient version of the mask made of clean cloth towels that she had prepared a long time ago, covered her mouth and nose first, and handed Meng Yuan a piece.

Meng Yuan took the cloth towel and looked at it.

It is a fine Qingzhou white cotton cloth, and the two ends of the cloth are connected to two coarse cotton threads to form a circle.

He raised his eyes to glance at Fu Jun, and saw the coils of cotton wrapped around her delicate ears. Most of his face was obscured. Only a pair of autumn-like bright eyes were revealed.

Although she looks strange, her eyes are really beautiful.

Meng Yuan was about to put it on with the cloth towel, but at a glance, he saw Fu Jun hand the cloth towel to Wu Gou's hand again.

Meng Yuan's breath was cold.

Wu Hook shrunk his neck. The half-outstretched hand quickly retracted.

Is he too old or what's wrong? He really wanted to give himself a couple of big ear scrapers. You don't have the strength to see it. Call you a cheap hand. Why are you doing so fast? It's trying to die, isn't it?

Meng Yuan glanced at Wu Hook lightly.

The three guards standing behind Wu Hook immediately took a few steps back in unison.

They didn't reach out just now. Wu Gou had nothing to do with them, and several people stood behind them with their eyes on the world.

Not to mention, the black ceiling of this adobe house is really beautiful. The guards said they enjoyed it.

This bunch of unrighteous things. Wu Gou grimaced. The neck is almost gone.

"They ......" Fu Jun turned to look at Meng Yuan with a questioning expression.

Why did these people look at her as if they had seen a ghost, and retreated so far away all of a sudden, what was wrong?

Meng Yuan's expression was indifferent: "They are guarding outside, and I will go down with you." ”

As he spoke, he naturally took the cloth towel in Fu Jun's hand and stuffed it into his sleeve, with a calm and breezy face.

Fu Jun nodded, not noticing Meng Yuan's movements at all.

"Then you put on a cloth towel, it must smell bad."

Her voice was still so light and beautiful, like a mountain breeze blowing in her ears.

Meng Yuan glanced at Fu Jun and saw that Fu Jun had already walked down the stone stairs, and his long eyebrows frowned again.

How could she always forget that she was still recuperating from her injuries and couldn't stand the cold?

"Put on the hood, it's cold down there." Meng Yuan's deep voice rang out.

Fu Jun immediately pulled up his hood and tightened his clothes.

It was indeed very cold in the cellar, and Fu Jun estimated that it should be minus five or six degrees or even lower. In the four corners of the room were large blocks of ice half a man high, bubbling with cold air.

This cellar is far inferior to the one in Gusu, much smaller and lower. With Meng Yuan's height, he needs to keep his head down when he walks inside. Fortunately, there were a few flickering white butter candles in the cellar, but the light was very bright.

The two corpses were placed on the ground, covered with thick white cotton cloth, and one of the obviously petite corpses was the female corpse.

Fu Jun walked to the corpse, but when she looked back, she saw that Meng Yuan had stopped a few steps behind her and did not follow her.

"Aren't you coming?" Fu Jun asked.

After asking, she realized the strangeness of her tone.

This is not inviting others to enjoy the flowers and scenery, what does her courteous tone mean?

At that moment, she really wanted to bite her tongue off.

Meng Yuan's expression was a little strange.

It was the strangest invitation he'd ever heard. She actually invited him to see the body.

Fu Jun was already explaining: "Well, I'm just asking, I don't think this is good-looking." ”

The more you explain it, the stranger it gets.

Meng Yuan clenched his fist to his lips, as if he couldn't help but smile: "I won't bother you, you take your time." ”

I see.

Fu Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew she was weird. Fortunately, Meng Yuan knew about her, if it was a different person, she really didn't dare to imagine it.

Fu Jun thought about it while squatting next to the female corpse and lifted the white cotton cloth.

The body was well preserved, and the age of the deceased was about twenty-five years old, and the lower abdomen was very prominent. Probably because she was pregnant, the deceased looked very peaceful, and even though her face was blue from the cold, she could still see the gentleness between her eyebrows.

Fu Jun silently prayed a few words in his heart, then put on the gloves he had prepared in advance and began to examine the body carefully.

There were no obvious external injuries on the deceased's body, and there were no resistance marks on his hands and bowls, except for a few faint marks that were more likely to be caused by frostbite than external force.

Fu Jun opened the deceased's mouth again, and carefully examined the deceased's mouth and throat based on the little knowledge he had learned from forensic science in his previous life.

There was no sign of suffocation caused by external forces, and it seems that the deceased did die in an accident.

This result was also expected by Fu Jun. After all, she was only suspicious about the matter, and she was not sure.

It's a pity that in this era, it is impossible to check the stomach contents, and there are no instruments and reagents for toxicity/sexuality/detection, otherwise it should be more closely checked.

Fu Jun pulled up the white cloth and put it back on the deceased's body.

It seemed that she was still thinking too much, that it might have been an accident, and that the secret document that the FBI officer was carrying with him might also have been lost for other reasons.

Fu Jun knew that this conclusion was very reluctant, but at present, there was no evidence that it was a murder case, even if the conclusion was far-fetched, Fu Jun could only be trusted for the time being. (To be continued.) )