Seeing that the old knife was so nervous, the pole took out a sweat towel to wipe off the fine sweat for the old knife, and the old knife smiled gratefully.

The rod looked at him and asked, "Very tricky?" ”

The old knife's eyes are certain. "Very tricky!"

The rod motioned to the catchers gathered around the old knife to make room for the old knife, and everyone silently dispersed, quietly waiting for the final autopsy results.

The old knife's hand holding the tweezers stabilized, and he had to restore Su Yuanwai's skin as soon as possible, which was a difficult job, and he couldn't get down at all in three or two days, and the old knife had to fight to complete it before the muscles completely festered. After a little hesitation, if he wanted to restore the original appearance of the tattoo, he could only beg to turn back time and resurrect Su Yuanwai.

The old knife is rushing for time, and everyone is looking at it.

The old knife is worthy of an old knife, not a single incense, the muscles on the knife edge of the corpse are basically filled in by him, and the tattoo lines gradually become clear.

The pole breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the old knife, knowing that the critical moment had passed. He returned to the corpse, looked at the tattoo for a moment, and asked the old knife, "Can you copy the lines?" ”

The old knife sincerely admired the newly appointed Lei Dao brand leader, and the card head was thoughtful. The human body embroidery is seriously damaged, and the real pattern cannot be seen for a while, in case the muscles continue to fester, the previous efforts are wasted.

The old knife said: "I have removed the sulfur that penetrates deep into the edge of the knife to prevent further destruction of the skin as much as possible. The lines are imprinted in my head. ”

There are many ways to copy, but imprinting it in your mind is the most advanced and safest one. No wonder Du Fatzi Du Sanye respectfully called the old knife "knife head", and the pole has a further understanding of the senior old knife.

Everyone listened to the conversation between the two, gathered around again, looked left and right, and couldn't see what was embroidered.

Lei Yi speculated: "Could it be that the murderer came for this human body embroidery." Maybe embroidery hides a big secret. ”

"yes, yes." Lei Er agreed, "Maybe it's a treasure map of a rich and rival country, maybe it's an invincible martial arts secret, maybe it's hiding an ulterior secret." ”

Lei San was unwilling to be silent and said, "Only by brutally destroying it will the heavenly machine not be revealed." ”

Lei Dao brand catches quickly and instantly becomes a detective.

The pole was full of smiles, expressing satisfaction with the ideas of several of them. Then with a straight face, he warned his subordinates: "Human body embroidery is a matter of great importance, everyone strictly guards the tone of the mouth, and is not allowed to disclose the slightest news." ”

The crowd quickly agreed.

"What's that?" Lei Yi pointed to the soles of Su Yuanwai's feet and blurted out.

Everyone was startled again, and a string broke on everyone's body, and the slightest wind and grass immediately collapsed tightly. Everyone looked at Lei Yi's fingers, and there was a black spot the size of a fly's head in the middle of Su Yuan's bare feet. Could it be that the murderer didn't even let go of the soles of Su Yuanwai's feet?

The old knife said calmly: "It's a black mole." ”

Everyone had a false alarm, and their eyes were attracted by the blood-colored remnants of Su Yuanwai.

※The night is dark.

The fireworks and willow alleys in Chang'an City are lively.

Xiangche BMW, riding dignitaries and dignitaries from all directions, princes and grandsons; Carved boats and painted boats, carrying giants, wealthy businessmen, celebrities and gentlemen from the south to the north.

The ten-mile long street is ethereal, and the embroidered buildings are full of light songs and dances. The lights are bright, and the paper is drunk.

Sons and beauties come in pairs, some whisper, and some flirtatious; There are groups of beauties, some of whom push cups and change lamps, and some of whom talk loudly.

The Hibiscus Soup House is famous for its hot springs, serving the public with beautiful women, beautiful scenery, and people who step on spring come one after another.

The piano room, chess room, study house, painting hall, and wine pavilion of the Furong Soup House are overcrowded, and there is still an endless stream of guests who come to have fun.

"Yan'er'er'er." A newcomer who claimed to have a black mole on the soles of his feet waited for a long time, but he didn't see Yan'er come to greet him.

Wu Erniang, three sects and ninth-rate people have seen a lot, and this person dares to go wild in front of the Hibiscus Soup Hall, but it is conceivable that he is not a good stubble. She didn't dare to slack off, so she hurriedly ran over and saluted and saluted, and promised to find Yan'er immediately, and the new mole customer quieted down.

Wu Erniang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, Yan'er had been out of the museum for an afternoon, but Su Yuanwai still didn't let her come back. Wu Erniang scolded Su Yuanwai: "The old is not serious, the old is not dead, I am dizzy, I still entangled Yan'er in the dark, and it is strange that the old lady doesn't knock you hard." ”

Wu Erniang is angry and is looking for her father in the soup house, how can there be a father? Wu Erniang was so angry that she vomited blood: "It's really a hell of a life, my father is gone, and I won't get the extra benefits of Su Yuanwai!" ”

The more Wu Erniang thought about it, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was not a thing, so she hurriedly explained a few words to the museum, and didn't care about picking up customers, so she hurried to the Golden Bud Tea House to find out.

※ There was such a big bloody case, the Golden Bud Tea House had already been empty, and the old knife stopped the blood on Su Yuanwai's corpse and got dressed. The pole ordered someone to move the body of Su Yuanwai to the next room.

Next, Lao Dao will conduct a separate autopsy on Yan'er. Although Yan'er died of incense, after all, she was a woman, and she couldn't let a large group of men judge around a white woman's corpse.

The pole has no good impression of the fireworks woman in his bones, and it is another matter if the person dies. The pole decided to give her back the humanity. Except for the old knife, everyone exited the private room, and the old knife closed the door.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the old knife to be busy, the pole was thinking about a question:

Xiangzi broke into the door and found that Su Yuanwai had died tragically, so frightened that the seven souls went out of the body, and he couldn't remember whether Yan'er was dead or alive, until he came to the elegant room again with the teahouse manager, and saw Yan'er sitting paralyzed next to Su Yuanwai's corpse, his face was bloodless, and a wisp of fragrant soul had already ascended to heaven.

At that time, the sword and sword shadows in the elegant room, flesh and blood were flying, and it was completely normal for a weak woman to be frightened. What is abnormal is that Yan'er's face is pale, but there is no trace of panic.

Soon, the old knife walked out of the private room, and the autopsy was over.

The pole and the crowd walked back to the elegant room, Yan'er's clothes were neatly put on, and her face was serene, as if she was asleep.

The old knife spoke: "This woman did not die of fright, there was no wound, no poisoning, and the cause of death is unknown." "The old knife means that Yan'er died well, inexplicably.

Die well? A thought suddenly popped up on the pole: The murderer is Yan'er!

The Yan'er in front of her looks so weak, a woman who has no power to restrain the chicken, not to mention stabbing Su Yuanwai with twenty knives on his body, she may not succeed if she wants to kill Su Yuanwai. The rod fell into deep thought.

Take 10,000 steps back, even if Yan'er killed Su Yuanwai and stabbed her frantically and cruelly twenty times, what about her motive for killing? Why did she die next to the victim in the end?

The corners of the pole's forehead were bruised, and he rubbed it desperately, letting the stagnant idea go all the way: after Yan'er killed Su Yuanwai, she committed suicide for some special reason. There are many ways to commit suicide, such as taking poison, as evidenced by her well-dressed clothes. But poisoning has been ruled out by the old knife.

Yan'er's clothes are clean and clean, and there are no traces of blood from Su Yuanwai, how did she do it?

The rod's train of thought came to an abrupt halt.

※ Wu Erniang saw from afar that the doors and windows of the Golden Bud Tea House were closed, and there were few lights, thinking that Yan'er had not returned so far, she couldn't help but feel a little hairy in her heart, and she secretly prayed that nothing big would happen.

Approaching the teahouse, someone guarded it, and Lei Si blocked her way.

Wu Erniang's heart went up and down, and she hurriedly revealed her identity to Lei Si and explained her intentions. Lei Si entered the building to ask for the head of the card, and finally waited for Lei Si to reply, saying that the head of the card agreed to let her enter the building, and Wu Erniang rushed into the teahouse in three steps.

Wu Erniang's heart was beating wildly, and it seemed that something was really wrong. The building lights are dim and gray, miserable and miserable, Wu Erniang's heartbeat intensified: Yan'er, don't have an accident! Don't have an accident with Yan'er!!

Wu Erniang came to the elegant room where she made a deal with Su Yuan.

Inside, a tall figure stood there, looking at Wu Erniang who came in like a torch, this person was the head of the card. The room was lifeless, Yan'er was lying on the white rattan chair without any sense, and Wu Erniang suddenly understood.

"Yan'er, Yan'er!" Wu Erniang shouted to the sky and grabbed the ground, stumbled over, knelt down on Yan'er's side, picked up her upper body, and shook her hard: "Yan'er wake up, Yan'er wake up." ”

Yan'er will never wake up, and the most expensive cash cow in the future of this hibiscus soup restaurant has finally come to an end. Wu Erniang's heart was like cutting off a piece of meat, crying loudly.

Wu Erniang was crying like rain while groping in Yan'er's placket. Finally, Wu Erniang touched something in Yan'er's hidden bag, and she felt relieved. She hugged Yan'er tightly, and with a clever movement, this thing was held in her hand.

The pole watched Wu Erniang vent to her heart's content, and waited for her to stop crying for a while. The pole stretched out his hand to Wu Erniang and smiled: "Erniang, give it to me." ”

Wu Erniang snorted: "I'm ...... I ...... "I cried out in my heart, thinking that God did not know the ghost." I didn't expect every move to be exposed in the eyes of this card leader.

Wu Erniang didn't dare to look at the pole, and obediently handed over the things in her hand to the pole, which turned out to be a piece of jade, and the pole was quite surprised.

"Erniang must know where it came from?" The sound of the pole is not high, but it has a majesty.

Wu Erniang nodded honestly.

"Say it." The tone of the rod is irresistible.

Wu Erniang was submissive, her voice was like a mosquito, and she was now fully involved in the transaction between Su Yuanwai and the Furong Soup House. Wu Erniang thought that Yan'er served Su Yuanwai, although she returned to heaven with her life, if she died after receiving the "body money" from Su Yuanwai, then Yan'er must have jade hidden on her body.

Sure enough, Wu Erniang touched the jade, and when she saw the wealth, she cried and took the sheep by the hand, wanting to take the jade for herself.

When the pole heard Wu Erniang say, he laughed and laughed. At first, he listened to the testimony of the tea master Xiangzi, thinking that Yan'er only came to soak Su Yuanwai's feet, but he didn't expect that the two of them would have such a dirty deal in private. Rich people can really think of anything.

The rod weighed the jade in the palm of his hand, just now the old knife didn't notice that Yan'er had a hidden pocket close to him, presumably in the face of Yan'er's delicate body, the old knife was inevitably panicked, and it was understandable that there was such a mistake.

Jade, jade, shops, downstairs is Mrs. Song's antique shop, and Mrs. Song's name once again entered the pole's mind. What role did Mrs. Song play in the teahouse murder case? The rod is a bit of a headache.

At this time, Wu Erniang said: "It's really strange, Yan'er's clothes are well dressed." ”